“Now youngins,” Bryar exclaimed, catching his breath. The kids were still pulling vines and thorns from their clothes and skin after running through a swamp that seemed to be alive with hate. “That was the scariest thing I ever saw, kids, I…” Bryar couldn’t find the right words.
“Mr. Bryar,” Kevin asked, Kevin was the troop know-it-all. “What was that? Was that the ghost of Lucius Clay? Was he in a bathtub?”
“No! Bite your tongue boy. Lucius Clay was a legend, a swamp man like me. No kids, that monster could have only been born of the Internet.”
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Dear The Internet,
I sat down at my computer with the intention of setting up ABC mouse so my daughter could learn from you. I decided to take a short look at www.humorbaby.com for a laught and three hours later I found myself far from where I started staring at a furry man in a bath tube, with obnoxiously large sunglasses, who appeared to have no intention of using the tub in a reasonable fashion. I still don’t know how I got there and I completely lost three hours… YOU WIN.