The "write a story without stopping" game

eastAR5

eastAR5

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Me and high five were playing this game just now in the libary, and its kinda hard but fun. Basicly you just start writing a story and don't stop until its a big paragraph and it helps to be a little baked. heres mine:

19. One day the nice young boy went to the store to pick up a loaf of bread. And then when he was walking home these tons of nigggaaas jumped him cause he was white and they weren’t. But this kid thought he was brave and he thought he could fight so he went down “in glory�, but the reality is that they fucked him up really fast – Im talking less than 30 seconds! But then as they left him on the floor, he jumped up and screaming with a battle cry! “AHHHHHHH� And he picked up a sharp rock he found on the ground and bashed it into one of the gangsta’s head. The problem again, was that the gangstaz were mad iced out, and this kid looked really really gay – he had a necktie and a shirt with a colar and way too tight pants. So that gangsta “G didzzy Ice� got his fellow niggah’s back by grabbing the kid, and taking off one of his big ass chains. So he put it around the kid’s neck and began pulling him down the sidewalk, in the middle of a busy street! Some people cried out in shock, like this old granny, but M j nice got his back and popped that bitch with his 9. Then the kid and the gangstas crossed the street and the kid remained getting choked the whole time. The next day they found him dead in a aquarium, and the gangstahs bought more ice with the kid’s pocket money. The end.

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rmada 4 Life

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It was a beautiful day in the park on that early Tuesday morning. Bob was walking through the park in his XXXL baggy Oakley jeans and he was just feeling really himself. He walked out on the lawn and smoked a fatty on his mailbox. His neighbors all came by, pipes in hand, “!. YAY.� (So anyways after the annoying girl tries to stop me from doing my story.) Bob is relieved to see that his blunt Is still 20 inches long. He just smokes the rest and goes to sleep and devours all the food in his refrigerator as well.

THE EDN.

A LESSON FROM A HARDCORE SMOKER:

if your really hardcore you can just smoke out of your hands. make a loose fist but keep your fingers together and pack the entire empty space in the middle with herb. then open up your pinky finger enough so that the herb doesnt fall out but you can light it. then just breath in from the top hole and ull get mad respect -eastar5

 
no its not

A LESSON FROM A HARDCORE SMOKER:

if your really hardcore you can just smoke out of your hands. make a loose fist but keep your fingers together and pack the entire empty space in the middle with herb. then open up your pinky finger enough so that the herb doesnt fall out but you can light it. then just breath in from the top hole and ull get mad respect -eastar5

 
i dont get it

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and saint jimmy did approch the rail and the lord did say "hit it you pussy". and saint jimmy did hit the rail and the lord was pleased
 
Oggi è un bel giorno

Anche se non lo è

Ma dipende solo da me

Non dar retta al martello pneumatico

Del vicino antipatico

Anche se a volte è difficile

Rimanere impassibile

Di fronte al problema

Non mi faccio portare fuori tema

Non importa chi ha ragione

Preferisco sdrammatizzare

E sto decisamente meglio

Ed è ciò che voglio

E Si può ragionare

Anche se quello non sa guidare

C'era il sole e adesso piove

E vorrei essere altrove ma

 
^oh i love that one

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my music is church music....the stage is my chapel...and, well,i guess im my religion."~Jimi Hendrix

 
the other day i went downtown and i saw a snake on a house and it jumped down and a 6 year old girl got eaten. it got really huge and the cops came and then a helicopter crashed into the road and this woman ran past me naked and i realized it was katie holmes and i went to banana republic and bought some condoms and started chasing her but then i saw a horse in the park that had 3 legs and i tripped and fell and went to play poker with my friends and after winning 80 dollars i bought a hooker and used my condoms but the next day i had a fungus on my dick and by noon it fell off but i was traveling to baton rouge by train later that day and i missed the train so i started walking to the airport but i saw a dead guy and he came back from the dead and said "hey man got ne weed" and i said "no nayger, i dont do that shit" so i went to a golf course and played 9 holes and shot a 41 but then i realized my clubs were made of peanut butter so i went home

whats your name?

whose you daddy?

is he rich like me?
 
well it all started by me gettin a flat tire. so i pulled over the side of the road, but it was a little out in the road. so this huge semi truck came by and just raped my trunk end of my car. so i hopped on my scooter and chased after it. climbed up the back and thru the side window and kill the drive by snappin his neck. so then the truck goes out of control so i slow it down. then this girl who was in the back restin in the bed comes up front and was like damn wad up? and she was so hot so i said my dick, then we did it on the side of the road, then drove and got road head, then parked like 15 more times in the next mile

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put on whatever makes you attractive

if it's not you then do it for the sake of fashion

your friends like a certain you

that's who you've got to be
 
one day a man was walking down the street and saw that his shoe was untided so he bent down to tie it when he did he saw a line of ants all moving down the side walk so he decided to follow them he followed them through parks and through stores at one park there was a man wha was blind trying to cross the rode and of course he helped him across at on store there was a man that was buying food but was a few food stamps short so the man helped him pay for his food that day. he continued to follow the ants all day winding through the jungle of the citys streets untill the led him back to his house, when he realized where he was he not only learned that he had waisted an entire day chasing some ants around but that he had an ant problem in his house, he was very angry so he did what any arngry person would do, go in and look at porn when he got on his computer he acidintly clicked on newschoolers instead of freeones and as he looked on the site it made him even more angry that there were so many negitive people on the site and that all they did was make fun of other peoples honest attempst to ski. he then saw a picture of a person sliding an urban down flat down ledge and of course someone had said "it's photoshoped he suddenly wondered what these people were really like and came up with the conclusion that they should follow a line of ants one day. he was so angry about this he wrote it in the fourm. the next day he was walking to work when he saw a line of ants and even though he really didnt have time he followed them untill they disapeared in to a crack when he looked up he saw a kid in a coat that was far too large for him and a hat with funny ear flaps. he looked at this kid for a while untill he saw that the kid was following a trail of ants, and the man started to follow the boy untill the boy went into his house and sat down at his computer. through the window he could see the boy shaking his head looking at the coments left on pictures. the boy then started writing his thoughts down in a fourm and after that day there was a revolution of love on newschoolers

 
On top of a mountain pass in montana, several tourists took the park rangers hostage. They barricaded themselves inside the visitors center, and the remaining other tourists fled over a cliff. The only other people there were a few gangstas who happened to ski. They were hitting a kicker, but decided to help out because of their untouchable skill. They all trained the kicker at increadable speed, and launched 200 ft through the skywindow in the visitors center. They wipped out their 9s and took out the first group of tourists with only one richocetting bullet. They moved into the next room, and then realized that they weren't helping anything. They then left through the fire exit, and then blew up the building with their combined control of The Force.

The End

-David Steele

Park City Water Ramps- July 10th-17th

What will you do with your summer?
 
ther was a kid named adrian who went to a party on friday night but his mom was real gay and made hjim come back at 11 cause there was finals the next week but he waent to bed, and took 15 minutes sneeking down teh stairs and then into the basement and he smoek mad trees in the basement stairs part of the basement and now ihes sitting on ns realyly nice with a fan blowing in my face that i setup from the side angle cause its nice and it takes away smelll. The end

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A
rmada 4 Life

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Wait. Are these supposed to be true?^

-David Steele

Park City Water Ramps- July 10th-17th

What will you do with your summer?
 
no man it can be watever you want

this song is awesome

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A
rmada 4 Life

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english short story :)

Jon’s 12-inch black box flickered on with electronic obedience. Television was something Jon despised. His growing contempt for T.V. peaked when he realized that he could not enjoy the tube without becoming a despicable voyeurist. The repugnant shows left him wondering what the current motive for programming executives could be. Was it ratings, recognition, or money? Jon took a breath and prepared to be disgusted.

The first show Jon saw was one titled “Masked Marauder.� On this program an unknown assailant would sabotage the relationships of his cohorts. It seemed that the marauder’s aspiration was creating rumors, jealousy, and malice. Pleasant, Jon thought. This distaste was exceeded by the show on the next channel.

Now he saw a talk show-like program in which the audience, after a thorough review of a couple’s history together, would offer “comments� to help better the relationship. More like insults, Jon thought. Such scrutiny exhibited by the audience was not lacking in the host, whom readily expressed vicious and hurtful connotations upon the already troubled duo. Jon’s face soured, and he changed the channel.

Next, Jon saw a disgustingly overweight woman dressed in revealing clothing. The subtitle at the bottom of the screen read: Who is the father of my baby? The obese women talked about her substance abuse and how her previous three husbands and innumerable boyfriends had left her. The woman’s child, an innocent child, sat upon her lap with blissful ignorance of the situation at hand. Jon wondered what kind of person would choose to tell her story on impassible national television rather than to a professional social services worker. Jon changed the channel, prepared for the worst.

The television produced a screen thick with vegetation and a river canyon. Somewhere in a rainforest, Jon reckoned. This reality show was based on a great outdoor adventure. The contestants were given maps of the world and checkpoints to reach. The first to reach all the checkpoints wins. Superficially, this show appeared to be an honest effort to teach the populace about their world. With closer inspection, Jon inferred that this was just like all the other shows when he saw a team in dismay after they found out that their map had been a dud/. They were purposefully led the wrong way. Jon’s attested his theory when another team realized that instead of water, their canisters had been filled with large cockroaches. We like to watch others suffer.

With obedience equable to it’s ignition, the little black box was shut down for the night and Jon was, once again, left in disappointment. Jon wondered if he was ever going to be entertained by what cable television had to offer. The only interesting thing about my T.V. is its ability to disappoint. Over and over and over again.

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If it aint Gorilla, it aint Steeze

 
hahaha...good old grade 7

The Summer At Camp Werecroft

The only way to describe to you my story would be to start at the very beginning. It was the summer of a few years ago, and for the first time in my life, I had decided to go to a summer camp with a few of my friends. My name is Ryan, and I am now 18. My two friends that came along with me were Tom and Jeff. After I had said my goodbyes to my family and little brother Adam, my friends and I set off for the bus stop to go on our first summer trip.

The name “Camp Werecroft� comes from a popular story about the area. Apparently, in the story, there is a werewolf who lives in the Vanilla forest, around the Eglyption Lake (a strange name for a lake). The cabins and cafeteria are all near the lake, and are close enough for a quick dip every now and then. The forest has dozens of winding hiking paths that lead to many different places, and a great view of the lake.

On the first day of our camp, we were shown to our cabin, which we were lucky enough to only share with two other people, Thayne and Docs, who we quickly began to like. Our lodge leader was an adventurous fun guy named Mr. Paterson, who was extremely good at telling stories.

As soon as we were all settled in, our cabin leader took us for a tour around the entire camp. As we went back to our cabin for the night, we asked Mr. Paterson to tell us the story of “Camp Werecroft�. It seemed as if he didn’t want to tell us, but he eventually did. Apparently, the werewolf was a former camp leader who had gotten lost, and was unfortunate enough to catch a strange disease from an insect bite that lead him to become the werewolf. The werewolf also was said not to harm anyone, except for the one child a year that he took from the group of unsuspecting campers.

The next day we were somewhat afraid, and somewhat intrigued by the idea of the werewolf. Between ourselves we swore to find out if the legend was true or not. But as the days slowly went on, we forgot about the story, and became infatuated by the fact of all the suspicious things going on. People getting sick, hurting themselves, hearing strange noises at night, and even claiming to see some sort of animal around the camp.

Once we began to look into the matters, they all seemed to revolve around Mr. Paterson. It was Mr. Paterson’s group who had members get sick, the people he was looking after get hurt, and he always seemed to be around the strange noises and sightings of this beast. We soon began to look for excuses not to be near him, and instead of holding him in the usual high regards that he was used to getting from other campers, we feared him.

After a few days the suspicious things began to trail off, until some boy who came to the camp every year from a cabin just a few cabins away from ours mysteriously “went home� as Mr. Paterson said. My two friends and I were just about ready to leave, when suddenly, Mr. Paterson came barging into our room at midnight.

We were all panic stricken, and didn’t know what to do. He said that he needed our help, and it was a matter of life and death! We thought that perhaps he wanted us to tie him up or something so that he wouldn’t hurt anyone when he turned into a werewolf. We couldn’t have been more wrong

Mr. Paterson quickly explained to us that he had been trying to find the werewolf, and had been using his groups to get near it, but whenever he got close, it would just make some sort of nuisance and then bound away before anyone could see what really happened. He wanted us to help him find and catch the werewolf before it took away another child for the year.

When we went out to find the creature, we were filled with hope, fear, and a will to prove ourselves. After only a few minutes of searching, we began to hear noises from the forest. Soon grunting, and then a quick flurry of movement replaced these noises, and then it was over. The thing just retreated, back into the night.

The camp became more normal for the last few days, as absolutely nothing happened out of the ordinary. We were almost disappointed that we didn’t see the werewolf… almost.

As we packed our bags to leave, a question came into my head, what really happened to the boy who mysteriously disappeared? Well, as far as I was concerned, if Mr. Paterson said that he was just not feeling well and went home, then I believed him.

When the bus was slowly pulling away, my old and newfound friends began looking around and said that they could not see Mr. Paterson, as they wanted to say goodbye to him. I just sat there, my eyes peeled wide open in fright, as I stared out the window, I saw a short and stout hairy figure with pointy ears and a long snout staring back at me with it’s red, piercing eyes. It was wearing Mr. Paterson’s torn clothes.

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If it aint Gorilla, it aint Steeze

 
I tried this before...now I guess I shouldn't anymore

One morning around 5am 22 year old Susan DaLucci of Kittery Maine, woke up with a painful need to urinate. At first she thought she had diarrhea, but when she stood up out of bed, she realized that it was urinary pain. It was very similar to the feeling of having diarrhea, just out the wrong hole.

She wobbled to the toilet and upon sitting on it, her vagina erupted into the most horrific messy farting noise anyone has ever heard. In paralyzing pain, Ms. DeLucci for the next few minutes continued to push and squirt out of her vagina a burning tide of wretch and filth while she gripped the sides of the toilet, white-knuckled.

She was screaming wildly, and the neighbors called the police. When medics arrived they found Ms. DeNucci unconscious lying on the floor of her bathroom wearing nothing but her bath robe. Running down her leg, was a stream of brown and green syrup. The medic had to transfer her to a stretcher, so he grabbed her left leg which was bent crossing her other leg, to straighten her out. She was lying there all twisted up. When he lifted her left leg to straighten her body out, he exposed her vagina at which point a creature, no larger than the tip of a finger wormed its way out of her genitals and landed on the floor with a wet popping sound. Shocked, the medic stared at the creature that was lying on the tile bathroom floor in a casing of mucous. It was a tiny mud shrimp and it sat there on the cold floor gasping for water while flipping itself back and forth.

The horrified medic turned to the toilet as he felt the nausea setting in. When he put his face down into the toilet to puke what he saw was so horrific that to this day he cannot look into a toilet without convulsing.

The entire toilet bowl was boiling with baby brown mud shrimp flipping and splashing at a furious pace. If you think that is bad - wait until you hear how it happened: Ms. DeLucci official death was the result of a combination of shock and severe head trauma. She stood up over the toilet in pain and when she saw what she had done, she went into shock and fell, smashing her head on the toilet and then on the floor.

It is believed by medical police that on two nights before the accident she had purchased a live lobster at a fish market. While lying in a tub, she gently inserted the creature's tail into her vagina to derive pleasure. At that point, she held a lighter under the creature's face causing it to flip its tail in a violent snapping motion. The medics found a lesbian-XXX video in the VCR and the TV was positioned on a table in front of the tub.

The lobster was found in the kitchen garbage can wrapped in a paper bag. Traces of Ms. DeLucci's DNA were found on the lobster along with pubic hairs that had wedged themselves between the lobster tail joints. The lobster's face was lightly burned with the same fuel used in lighters.

The lobster's digestive track and colon were found to be full of mud shrimp egg casings. Doctors believe that the lobster had eaten them (they are common in the water at fish markets and are usually harmlessly boiled to death) and the lobster had crapped them out into Ms. DeLucci's vagina when she was torturing it. Maine mud shrimp only take two days to gestate and Ms. DeLucci was only four days away from getting her period, doctors believe that at that point of her menstrual cycle, her womb was the perfect PH balance to grow these mud shrimp which are a much larger version of the popular "Sea Monkey" pets sold throughout the US. Over night the eggs had hatched and the mud shrimp began doubling in size every ten minutes.

You can imagine the pain she was in when she woke up that morning and gave birth to well over 1,000 mud shrimp in her toilet.

official NS bitch
 
some hairy dude back in da day is hiding like a pussy in a storm, and then this lightning comes down and catches this tree on fire.

upon closer inspection, the fire kept him warm, and later this dude found out that if you cook your raw elephant dink over the fire, you don't get dieseases and die.

Then more discoveries were found, like hammers and arrows and all kinds of einstien shit. Soon, the same kinda pussy dude hiding from the storm had a lot of free time on his hands.

What to do? Who the hell cares, he can think for himself now...then he really started thinking...

Why am I here? omg are those implants? Do you think I should get a penis enlarger?

And amongst other things, this guy thought about how himself and everything else was created

Still not being the brightest neanderthal in the herd, he could only think of the easiest way out...

The same way that he made the tools, someone must have made the trees and animals and shit.

Then this docuhe got corrupted and wrote his ideas down in a little book like a thousand years later, and still thousands of years later, the same guy is believing it.

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If it aint Gorilla, it aint Steeze

 
IT was a dark and stormy night and the captain said to his crew, "come here and ill tell you a story," and this is how it began.

IT was a dark and stormy night and the captain said to his crew, "come here and ill tell you a story," and this is how it began.

IT was a dark and stormy night and the captain said to his crew, "come here and ill tell you a story," and this is how it began.

IT was a dark and stormy night and the captain said to his crew, "come here and ill tell you a story," and this is how it began.

IT was a dark and stormy night and the captain said to his crew, "come here and ill tell you a story," and this is how it began.

IT was a dark and stormy night and the captain said to his crew, "come here and ill tell you a story," and this is how it began.

IT was a dark and stormy night and the captain said to his crew, "come here and ill tell you a story," and this is how it began.

Run For Cover Productions
 
so willy the filled up ninja gets all up in my face. im like "dude whats your deal?" hes like i am one crazy son of a bitch and ill eat your hair until i jump ont oan acorn" i go "that was really random and non threatening" he says "BRING it on" and im like "okay" so we fight to the death. he does a double backflip off my face and i fall to the ground im like "wow taht was pretty intense" he goes " i know and thats just the beginning" so fight doing sicl moves i kick him in the ribs but he dodges it and grabs my leg while in midair and snaps it. "ahhhhhhhhhh shit" i yell. he says nothing. we keep fighting. i use my broken leg as a bat, so while hes coming at me i lift my leg and spin around in circles. i hit im 3 times before he goes flying back 78.987 feet. he gets back up and runs for me. i take magic potion to make my leg better and we fight smoe more. as he came i ate a grilled cheese sandwich. then we fight, he has a tire iron and i have a pitch fork. i jab into him and flip over him using the handle of the fork to fling me over. i take it out of him and he throws the tie iron at me. i catch it with my pitchfork and rotate it and fling it back to him. it hits him in the head and he dies. i go over to spit on him and he gets back up and we kung fu fight. he kicks , i dodge, then i punch him in the face grab his face, then i pull it off, underneath is the terminators face. so now im fighting the terminater. he grabs me by the throat and kills me. we fight for 5 hours then a man comes over named alberyt einstein and hands me an EMP. i set it to go off but just as i am about to activate it terminator ninja grabs me. i cant reac the activation button. i manage to look into the terminators glowing red eyes and say "bye bye natcho boy" and i spit in his face. his circuits get scrambled just long enough for me to grab the emp button and push. i hear a loud charge and a huge shockwave goes off turning off every electronic known to man. little did i know i was given a mechanical heart as a research when i was 3 months old. my parents needed money so they gave me up to make money off research. so the parents that i lived with all along were scientists doing reseach on me. i die. then a lady comes out of nowhere and pulls out einsteins heart and places it in place of my robot heart. i come back to life after she gives me cpr and i make out with her, still pretending im dead. then i wake up and i find out it was kindsay lohan, and she was off crack so she had her boobs back and looked hot agin. we had 90 kids and she had a larger opening than the walt disney world welcome archway. i slept in there some days t oget away from the world. it smelt kinda funny in there though.

Take me to your special place

Close your eyes, show me your face.....I'm gonna piss on it

 
wasnt that on some site once?

Take me to your special place

Close your eyes, show me your face.....I'm gonna piss on it

 
ok so the other day im walking down rideau street with my pet giraffe and i see the Prime Minister of Canada Paul "MuthaFUCKA" Martin strollin alog. Then on the ground theres this baby thats just been born. so paul looks over his shoulders both ways makes sure no ones watching and kicks the baby. jokes on him though the cryps were watching. they pulled their 9s and were just like WHAT NOW BITCH THAT BABY IS IN OURPOSSE. but as you can see paul martin is straight gankster due to his nick name MUTHA FUCKA so we pulls this fucking like arab ass missile launcher and it like step back step back. he was gonna blow em all to pieces. then my pet giraffe at them all. the cryps and paul and the baby. he then shit a nice mercedes and we went cruisin. THE END

NS Skateboarding
 
In a small run-down apartment sometime last month sat a man named Tom O’Malley. Tom had no idea of what would happen to him soon. He had no idea of the pain that he would save the world, or the evil that he would stamp out. If he had, he would have dressed differently.

Instead though, he dressed in what he could find. Old ripped jeans and a white tee shirt with a large stain of what looked to be blood, but what was instead only hot sauce. As he dressed he thought about what he usually did when he was tired and irritable: the French. Oh, those awful heathens with their unshaven women, irritating accents and hate for personal hygiene. They were somehow the reason, he had convinced himself, that he lived alone in this rotting hole in the wall he called home. He just wasn’t sure how.

On his walk to work (his Buick LaSabre had broken down the week before), he stopped by a coffee shop to buy a pastry.

“Oui Oui Pierre! Ve shall have victory!�

“Oh Lord�, thought Tom, “freaking Frenchmen in line! Since when did they start letting their kind in here?� He stared in disbelief at the sight ahead, three Frenchmen. Nay, he was mistaken, two French men and one French Woman. It is so hard to tell… her mustache was more obvious than theirs. How could he pay an establishment who served the French? Storming off, he dropped his cell phone into a pile of newpapers.

Another day at the office. Doughnuts in the break room, new covers on the TPS reports, routine. Skipping out early, he hurried home. Tom made it half way when he reached in his pocket to check his messages.

“Oh shizzle,� he said aloud, receiving plenty of strange looks from the local Crips who were rollin’ on the corner. “My $200 dollar cell phone! Third one! *exasperated sigh*� He retraced his steps, finally coming back to the coffee shop. He almost lost his lunch when he saw them again. The three Frenchmen.

There is nothing a Frenchman hates more than an Irishman. The French know that they are the weakest of all nationalities and that the Irish are strongest, for as long as there had been words to be said, the naughtiest of all have been exchanged between the two. And as Pierre, Jacque, and Renee sat at their table deep in conversation, they heard the door of the coffee shop open and automatically looked to see who dare tread the land that they occupied (the French are rude like that). Seeing the tall man with red hair, they immediately closed their notebooks and shoved all of their papers into Jacque’s beret. This action was out of instinct, knowing that the red hair indicated an Irishman, and the Irishman indicating complete and awesome power. (Duh.) This action caused a natural alarm to sound in Tom O’Malley’s mind. It was a small alarm, located near the cerebral cortex, that was present in anyone who was Irish. It has been known to disappear when the Irishman marries a Frenchwoman, goes to France, or goes to Canada. Don’t get me started on Canada. Anyway, the alarm is sounded when a Frenchy does something suspicious. Depending on the power of the alarm, and the amount of Irish fuel the person ate that day (potatoes), a person can know exactly what the Frenchman is doing. Unfortunately, he had eaten no potatoes that day, or else he would have known more than simply that they were plotting an international overthrow.



Among the papers stuffed into the cliché black beret was one headed with the logo of the Snails “R� Us Escargot company, based in Paris. It was an outline for their next year. But unlike most years, dealing with advertisements and marketing, this one was different. It instead spoke of mind-control chemicals and brain wave manipulators. And sloppily scribbled on a napkin in the almost illegible French writing of Renee was the truth behind the plan. The three leaders of the Snails “R� Us Escargot company had planned, using certain methods that are almost certainly illegal in the Continental United States, to take over the entire Western World. In Phase Two they would turn them French, and sell to them snails. They would be rich. And it was a good plan, except that they had discounted one Tom O’Malley.

Tom instinctively snatched the beret off of Renee’s unwashed head, and running around the coffee shop, speed-read every single one. The Irish are the second best speed readers, bettered only by the unstoppable, and dare I say, cool, Swedish. He processed the jist of the plan.

“Oh no you don’t!� he yelled. “You may NOT have my counrty! Tom O’Malley says NO!�

“Oh, oui oui, ve vill! Ve vill vin!� What next transpired was a wretched scene. Renee and Pierre flanked Tom, distracting him with a level 18 Smell Attack. Jacque circled behind and got him squarely with a Snail Shooter level 21. Tom was about down for the count. As he was falling down, as if in slow motion, he was visited by the ghost of all his Irish ancestors. They told him that they would be greatly disappointed if he gave up. They said they would disown him. They said… they said that they would exile him to France.

“NOOO!� Tom cried, as he picked himself up. He was debating which ancient fighting style to use, but then realized that it was just three French people. At this realization, he simply picked them up, walked to the coast, and threw the allllll the way to France.

Back in France the terrible group thought. They planned and considered, and after much debating, decided to think small scale. Yes, they would try again. They would try on a target that even the French could conquer… the Canadians.

does any1 no the name of the song that goes WHOOHO! dunananna WHOOHO!skierdude11

please... that is not a question... it is a quote. i know the song. and no, most of you have it wrong anyway.
 
this is mad entertaining

-Anthony

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using a key to gouge expletives on anothers vehicle, is a sign of trust, and friendship

 
We said write a story without stopping... not post a story u already had.

A LESSON FROM A HARDCORE SMOKER:

if your really hardcore you can just smoke out of your hands. make a loose fist but keep your fingers together and pack the entire empty space in the middle with herb. then open up your pinky finger enough so that the herb doesnt fall out but you can light it. then just breath in from the top hole and ull get mad respect -eastar5

 
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