John Doe's bizarre adventure

John Doe was thinking about Ocean Bishop again. Ocean was a helpful carer with chubby elbows and ruddy thighs. John walked over to the window and reflected on his pretty surroundings. He had always loved crowded Cardiff with its homeless, hungry hills. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel relaxed. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a helpful figure of Ocean Bishop. John gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a hilarious, splendid, tea drinker with hairy elbows and greasy thighs. His friends saw him as a long, leaking lawyer. Once, he had even helped a puzzled disabled person recover from a flying accident. But not even a hilarious person who had once helped a puzzled disabled person recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Ocean had in store today. The snow flurried like sleeping snakes, making John surprised. John grabbed a crumpled kettle that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers. As John stepped outside and Ocean came closer, he could see the pretty glint in her eye. Ocean gazed with the affection of 5983 thoughtful anxious aardvarks. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a wifi code." John looked back, even more surprised and still fingering the crumpled kettle. Ocean, I am your father, he replied. They looked at each other with afraid feelings, like two fresh, fried flamingos gyrating at a very gentle bar mitzvah, which had trance music playing in the background and two cute uncles talking to the beat. John regarded Ocean's chubby elbows and ruddy thighs. "I feel the same way!" revealed John with a delighted grin. Ocean looked ambivalent, her emotions blushing like a tender, testy teapot. Then Ocean came inside for a nice cup of tea. THE END

John Doe says:
John Doe is da bomb
Baby Leaf says:
Woah give me some more