Mr.Sloth
Active member
They are both younger, but this kid is stupid as fuck. my brother uses his superior intellect to teach the kid. (with a little help from EDollo) 
Cool story? Hell yeah.
Heres another one he wrote for english class.
I was sitting in my house, watching TV. I yawned. Today had
been so boring. It was the weekend, and it was too cold to do anything outside.
Anything, that is, other than ski, but my parents weren’t home and couldn’t
drive me to any ski slopes.
A faint
sizzling reached my ears. It seemed to be coming from my room. I got up off the
couch to investigate.
As I walked
through my door, I was horrified to see my skis glowing with an unearthly
light. Suddenly they disappeared, and in their place appeared a
bandana-shrouded fairy godfather.
“T-Hall!” I
whispered in awe as his Rasta tall tee ruffled in the breeze that was strangely
blowing across my room.
“Hello, I’m
your fairy godfather,” he said as his fairy wings fluttered slowly. “I’m going
to give you these CRJ pow skis and a cat trip to the British Colombia
Backcountry. I also will give you the secret location of Chad’s gap.”
“I am
forever in debt to you!” I said. He vanished, and where he had stood, there
were my new fatty rocker-camber-rocker pow skis, and a map with the location of
Chad’s gap marked clearly upon it. I picked it up, and suddenly I found myself
fully equipped in saga gear in the BC somewhere.
There was a Cat beside me, complete
with a knowledgeable driver. I jumped in, and it took me to the top of the run
up for Chad’s gap. I hopped out, clipped in, and began my switch descent to the
booter. I flew off of the lip at blistering speeds, spinning a full 900 degree
rotation. I landed with pretzel-man like afterbang right on T-hall’s ankles.
I spent the rest of my time
shralping gnarr pillow lines in the BC. I was back home in time for dinner.
He got a 100%
Are your lil siblings as cool as mine?
Cool story? Hell yeah.
Heres another one he wrote for english class.
I was sitting in my house, watching TV. I yawned. Today had
been so boring. It was the weekend, and it was too cold to do anything outside.
Anything, that is, other than ski, but my parents weren’t home and couldn’t
drive me to any ski slopes.
A faint
sizzling reached my ears. It seemed to be coming from my room. I got up off the
couch to investigate.
As I walked
through my door, I was horrified to see my skis glowing with an unearthly
light. Suddenly they disappeared, and in their place appeared a
bandana-shrouded fairy godfather.
“T-Hall!” I
whispered in awe as his Rasta tall tee ruffled in the breeze that was strangely
blowing across my room.
“Hello, I’m
your fairy godfather,” he said as his fairy wings fluttered slowly. “I’m going
to give you these CRJ pow skis and a cat trip to the British Colombia
Backcountry. I also will give you the secret location of Chad’s gap.”
“I am
forever in debt to you!” I said. He vanished, and where he had stood, there
were my new fatty rocker-camber-rocker pow skis, and a map with the location of
Chad’s gap marked clearly upon it. I picked it up, and suddenly I found myself
fully equipped in saga gear in the BC somewhere.
There was a Cat beside me, complete
with a knowledgeable driver. I jumped in, and it took me to the top of the run
up for Chad’s gap. I hopped out, clipped in, and began my switch descent to the
booter. I flew off of the lip at blistering speeds, spinning a full 900 degree
rotation. I landed with pretzel-man like afterbang right on T-hall’s ankles.
I spent the rest of my time
shralping gnarr pillow lines in the BC. I was back home in time for dinner.
He got a 100%
Are your lil siblings as cool as mine?
that's a first world problem fit ther
