Once upon a time I was Traveling in a desert in Texas. I was walking and I stepped on a rock. The rock got mad and stated to scream. I picked the rock up and told it to stop screaming. Then the rock started to call for help. I said that there was no one for miles that could hear him. The rock was nice and smooth. I decided to name it Rocky. The rock told me not to call him Rocky. He said his name was Stony. I said well if that's your name then keep it. Then the rock told me that it wanted to go to Burger King. I said what for rocks don't eat. Stony said but they do smell. Then I said no they don't. Then it started to cry because his life long dream was to eat a whooper with fries form...