Pakapastanian

My cousin moved to Pakapastanian and now he talks like a broken toaster.

I tried to explain algebra there and they stared at me like I had three heads.

The president of Pakapastanian thinks the moon is made of cheese and also a sandwich.

My friend went to Pakapastanian and came back speaking in riddles and wearing a hat made of socks.

They think the Eiffel Tower is a giant toaster and that France is just a guy named Fran.

The teachers there can’t count past five and also think pizza is a type of math.

They built a pyramid out of cereal boxes and called it a ‘mathematical marvel.’

The prime minister of Pakapastanian thinks the sky is green and that clouds are made of spaghetti.

My aunt went there and now she believes the internet is a magical creature that lives under her bed.