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Popular to contrary belief, the Anti-Cliché is indeed the worst thing since sliced bread, just as Joan of Arc proclaimed after finding the hay in the needlestack. Anti-Clichés have been around since the dusk of man kind, and have been hailed upon as most-definitely the worst thing ever. Originally discovered by a man downstream with a paddle, the Anti-Cliché now assumes an almost "Impure" status in today's alternative society.
Not So Humble Beginnings
After the Anti-Cliché was discovered by the man downstream with a paddle, thought to be named Don Joe, the Anti-Cliché became the conservation point of many dinner tables. Dum Blonds throughout the world were spreading the word, and the word spread as quick as thunder. Soon, even when the fog was as quick as your chicken noodle soup, people were out talking about the Anti-Cliché. However, as time passed the Anti-Cliché began to fade away, and soon even the kid born with a varnished spoon in his mouth was more popular than the Anti-Cliché.
Keeping Their Fingers Apart
In 1903, long after the downfall of the Anti-Cliché, a new disease was spreading. It was called the Cliché, and was thought to be caused by the extended use of Anti-Clichés. Due to this, people throughout the world were forbidden from crossing their fingers, or touching the fingers of anyone else. This measure also prevented people from falling heels over head in love, which brought sadness to everyone. Soon everyone looked like Chinese person in a Bull shop, and no one wanted to fall and shine the next day. In fact the sadness of the people was so overwhelming that even father nature had trouble staying joyful, and soon it was raining canines and felines nearly everyday.
A Ray-Gun Of Despair
The ray-gun of despair was found near a fish in the water, sometime during February, 1966. Unfortunately the ray-gun was nothing special and no one really paid that much attention to it. However, people did pay attention to the writing on the ceiling, which contained helpful advice, and hope for the future. While the ceiling was as off-white as a manilla folder, most seemed to just ignore this fact and continue gaining advice from this so called "Miracle procrastinator." Reading the ceiling was much easier than taming a wild beast, which especially excited the wild beast tamers. It seemed that this magical ceiling was as proud as a sheep, and everyone loves sheep!
Flat As A Waffle, Without All Of Those Holes
While all of the world was being distracted by lame play-on-words, the Anti-Cliché had become as flat as a waffle, without all of those holes. In fact Anti-Clichés were quite nonliterally ripped to shreds. Anti-Clichés became so sparse that you were more likely to lose the lottery than to hear an Anti-Cliché being told. It was a sad time, not just for Anti-Cliché, but for the jocks that were friends with the Anti-Cliché supporters. Anti-Clichés nearly vanished from the toe of the earth that year, and nothing would ever be the same.
Today, the Anti-Cliché is just about as miserable as it was 50 years ago. Some people attempt to use Anti-Clichés as jokes, or to make fun of people that use Clichés. However, these attempts nearly always land on all four feet. Hence, the Anti-Cliché is often compared to a fat, lazy, orange-striped cat named Hobbes. In an effort to make the Anti-Cliché more popular, the Anti-Cliché decided to add an umlaut (é) to the Anti-Cliché. This seemed to do nothing for the Anti-Cliché, and in essence made it look like a chicken with a newly replaced left earlobe. Despite this minor deformity, most experts believe that the Anti-Cliché will continue to die very slowly, and eventually disappear in a few years. Until then, the people of the world will continue to use Clichés, just in spite of the Anti-Cliché.
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