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Quote from: ClocksWithoutHats;1671504A Cookie a day keeps Tom Fulp away.

You heard the old, dead, crazy, Greek man! Start eating now before Tom Fulp.. oh yeah, he pretty much helped start this thing.

OK PEOPLE, COOKIES DISABLED. NOW!

Quote from: BlueGasMaskClock;1671522You heard the old, dead, crazy, Greek man! Start eating now before Tom Fulp.. oh yeah, he pretty much helped start this thing.

OK PEOPLE, COOKIES DISABLED. NOW!

but now I'll have to type in my password

Quote from: BlueGasMaskClock;1671522You heard the old, dead, crazy, Greek man! Start eating now before Tom Fulp.. oh yeah, he pretty much helped start this thing.
 
OK PEOPLE, COOKIES DISABLED. NOW!

 
!!!!!

Quote from: SouvlakiClock;1671526!!!!!

not another one

The Great Dough Disaster

Last summer, my friend Discoball got a job at the wooden Pastry Shop. For the first few weeks, he died the floors, fucked on the shelves, and unloaded 788,854,254-pound sacks of flour from the delivery trucks.
Finally, Rube Goldberg, the owner, told Discoball that she would teach him to make bread. “Now, pay attention, Discoball,” she said quietly. “I'll make the first batch of dough. Then you can make the next batch while I go to Clocktopia.”
Poor Discoball! He had a habit of letting his ear wander. When Rube Goldberg left for Clocktopia, he started to mix the ingredients. “Let me see,” he said. “I think she put in 7,514,545,445,454 packages of yeast.”
A short while later, the dough started Fucking. It kept on Fucking. Discoball tried to cover it with a(n) cow, but the dough wouldn't stop Fucking. It was everywhere! “What can I do?” thought Discoball.
Just then, Rube Goldberg returned from Clocktopia. "Discoball!" she screamed. “What have you done?”
“It's not my fault,” cried Discoball. “The dough just started Fucking and wouldn't stop.”
Rube Goldberg had to let him go. Now Discoball has a job making cars. I don't think he'll ever eat bread again, let alone make it.

Apple Surprise

6 / 15 / 09, Clocktopia—What was supposed to be a routine apple-picking trip turned into something much more. ClocksWithoutHats and Discoball went to Tom Fulp's farm to pick apples. This was a funny sort of farm! To get to the orchard, they rode on a(n) Lamborghdini driven by StrawberryClock! ClocksWithoutHats and Discoball went about picking their apples, and they filled two big bags with the most red apples they had ever seen.
Suddenly, SlurpeeClock happened to ride by on a(n) bird and offered to turn the apples into a delicious pie, right there in the orchard. ClocksWithoutHats and Discoball didn't believe that this was possible, but they agreed. SlurpeeClock told them to close their eyes, and before they knew it, the apples were steaming, hot apple pies. ClocksWithoutHats and Discoball couldn't believe their eyes! They were so amazed, they ran home and called The Clocktopia Cronicles. When Tom Fulp was contacted about this matter, a reporter was informed that this “miracle” was “just a really random practical joke”!