With a big happy grin, “I found my boo crayin!”
A day in the life of Ferguson is unique.
Like a flower or snowflake, he can barely speak.
But it’s not in his voice where the lessons come through.
It’s through his own actions. Like Moses, times two.
One summer morning, Ferguson woke up with glee,
Again finding his bed sheets covered in pee.
“I make me breakfast!” He walks to the refrigerator
Hoping to find some cereal and kitty litter for later.
As he looks for his snack, the door slams shut,
Leaving poor Ferguson alone in a rut.
He goes into the magical refrigerator, a bit confused,
But determined to return home. Even bloody and bruised.
“I want to play a game,” is the next thing he hears.
“I wuv games. Jenga! Jenga! Jenga!”
“You must saw off your leg for freedom” the voice says with a sneer.
“Okay!” Ferguson saws without a shred of fear.
“Wait, it wasn’t supposed to be that easy!” Jigsaw angrily spasms.
“Jenga! Jenga! Jenga!” Ferguson says with enthusiasm.
He opens the door, and lo and behold,
He’s in the shower scene from Psycho.
“Noooo, me no want shower” he screams in a panic,
While Norman Bates cuts him all frantic.
He goes back to the refrigerator to escape the gloom,
And finds himself on the bridge in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.
“WINDIANA HONES!” Ferguson screams with excitement, so much so he poos himself.
“Shortround, please push him off the bridge.”
“Okee Dokee Dokta Jones!”
As Ferguson descends to the river below,
He notices alligators watching the show.
“Owwwwwwwwwww!” The alligator bites off his hand.
He says, “That hurt, stupid owl,” as he walks onto land.
Back into the magical refrigerator he goes.
Where he’ll wind up, nobody knows!
“Yay, a wode!” As Ferguson appears,
He walks to a toll booth that’s coincidentally near.
And just like that, without a shred of tone,
Some gangsters mistook Ferguson for Sonny Corleone.
He crawls to the refrigerator, disappointedly humming,
Finding out that no game of Jenga is coming.
The next thing he hears is a voice from above.
It’s his mother. He’s home. He pees in his pants out of love.
And after all of this time, patiently waiting,
Lies a game of Jenga, ready for playing.
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This is horrible. I can’t believe that you are making fun of tards. Jesus.
This is awesome! Now I want to sit and watch all four of those movies in a row and watch for Ferguson to pop in and out.
I, for one, am shocked and appalled.
I mean, you couldn’t actually see Norman’s arm hair in Psycho. It’s inaccurate. Inaccurate!
This is hysterical. The D- paper kills me. And the panel where he steps into the refrigerator. Awesome.
This was the worst cartoon I have ever read. I want my bandwidth back.
You’re right. It is pretty shitty. I change my answer to “it sucks.”
Arabic faggot.