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smileynev
Guest
...they drove for what must have been at least an hour. Mr Chomps was getting a little worried as the lights of the city faded into the night. Once they got off the highway and onto some back country dirt roads, he even began to panic. They pulled up to small farm with a barn and silo and a white, ramshackle farm house. Ernesto got out and went to the back of the truck to let filipo out. Slowly Mr Chomps opened the door and plopped out onto the hard dirt ground. Ernesto took him by his wooden hand and led him to the barn...
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jaxxor
Guest
I have got to take a dump like nobody's business! Thanks alot Whataburger honey BBQ chicken strip sandwich! 
Mean Mr. Mustard
Always shouts out something obscene
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smileynev
Guest
...lights beamed from the cracks in the outside of the old, dilapidated red barn. As Ernesto brough Mr Chomps closer to the large doors, he could hear the sounds of various animals neighing and clucking from within. Pushing the door aside, Ernesto lead Mr Chomps within.
It was like stepping back into the past for Mr Chomps. The bright stage lights. The cameras. The adoring audience of small....creatures. He felt like he was home for the first time in a long time. Filipo trotted in behind the two of them and took his place in the center of the barn, the light shining brightly off of his auburn mane. He had the look of an experienced show horse, and he was primed and ready for some serious wood pounding...
It was like stepping back into the past for Mr Chomps. The bright stage lights. The cameras. The adoring audience of small....creatures. He felt like he was home for the first time in a long time. Filipo trotted in behind the two of them and took his place in the center of the barn, the light shining brightly off of his auburn mane. He had the look of an experienced show horse, and he was primed and ready for some serious wood pounding...