Saturday, January 1, 2005

   HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!
Happy New Years, pepole of theOtaku network! I am proud to say that Katana is one of the first people to post in the year 2005! Then again, most people aren't on their myOtaku, which proves how lame I am. -__-;;
Anyways, I had three of my friends over, and in the spirit of New Years, we made a chain story, which turned out really, really weird. We (meaning myself, Liz-chan, Renza-chan, and Waffle-chan) made it three sentences at a time. So here it is. ><;;

They didn’t do anything wrong…so why were they there? Ehhhh…that’s one hard thing to deceiver…But one thing that keeps the sanity of these few is a particular thingie.
What that thingie is, no one is for certain. Some roumors are possibly a cute little plushie that oddly resembles one of the poor innocent souls in that dark and dingy dungeon. She is called Maya and is proud of growing out her beloved uni-brow that pulsates when danger is near.
Or perhaps a large pepsi cola. A pepsi cola with a hint of “HOLIDAY SPICE!” Ahhh, that’s the life, Pepsi Cola…Holiday Spice…ahhh, did I just get off track here…DAMN!
Erm…It could also be GREEN PILLOW! The pillow of…uh…uh…SYDNEY! Uh…uh…SYDNEY!
The last thingie of thingieness is a jar of VICKS VapoRub, which can revive anybodies nose! *points at jar to the left* IT’S awesome and smells like menthol! Cause it is menthol you moron! ON TO THE NEXT PERSON!
Um…um… SYDNEY! Supercalafragilisticexpialadoucs!!! *ahem* the only means of entertainment that the four peeps had was their companyosity. *shakes head sympathetically*
Any way onto the strange story that this is turning out to be…you FREAKS. One of the girls was short and stumpy whit a mullet for hair, another hyper active…and just more hyper. Another likes to pretend she’s a British man, strange yes; The last was rather chubby and would spaz out and see Images of Inuyasha dance about in her head, and no he didn’t dance like a sugar plum.
Says the girl who is hyper active, “So exciting, the audience will stop and cheer.” Then she giggled insanely and bounced off the walls while smelling VICKS VapoRub. “Mm! Menthol! It smells good!”
And then, the British girl (complete with unibrow) was screaming her head off, screeching on about how the VICKS VapoRub felt like she had ripped her mustache off. Hehe, mustache…mustach0
………
-e…*giggles* Ergh…
then, once Good Charrolatte is in the stereo, pumping vibes like a pimp, the one called Waffle and the Menthol are on the ground rolling like the girl in Willy wonka who turned into a blueberry. “I’ve got a blueberry for a daughter!” *chew, chew,chew*
Anyway, the waffle one was currently standing a corner at this moment, seeming to be talking to an Invisible person. “So, uh is silver really your hair color, or is it dyed?”
Inu: -Invisible to others…- “DYED! HOW LOW DO YOU TAKE ME FOR, BIOTCH!”
The hyper one, who when by the name of Chibi-chan, slithered over to the Waffle, and began her own conversation with the blurry silver thing that she saw only because of the fumes she had inhaled from the VapoRub. “Hi there…” She giggled…
“Wow, we’re a bunch of insane morons,” the mullet girl said, her head now topped with a Dad cap. She pulled it over her nose, and suddenly the Dad’s voice came out. “Hello…I am VICKS VapoRub father. Thank you for be drug addicts and sniffing him for support.”
Yorkshire Pengy massaged her un-ibrow and looked over at Waffle and Chibi-chan who were making conversations with the paneling. “What in the name of Hitler’s knickers covered in chocolate syrup being licked by a chibi named Harold…*gasps for breath*… are you doing!?!?” Waffle begins licking the wall and starts to vibrate at the earsplitting melody of GC. *EWWWWW!!!!* ; -)
“OH INUYASHA!” Yelled the waffled one, only to receive the glare of her fellow prison mate. The hyper one looked over and said, “I want some! Oh what’s this! A hole on the wall, I must poke…” And so she did, the little freak…-sigh-
Of course, the Waffle joined her –sigh- freak. Chibi-chan wandered around the room, occasionally stopping in the corner to sniff her vaporub, and then continuing on to sing to good charlotte…”It’s a cozy table eh?”
“Mmmm…delicious…” –lots of laughs- AND NOW THE SCOTTSMAN SONG!
-whispers-he doesn’t wear anything under that kilt…I know from experience...It makes life easier…

then the warden entered the dungeon and grabbed poor unexpecting Waffle by her hair. “YOU! Your sentence has been cleared!” And at that, Waffle disappeared, but the other three still had the hope that that particular freak would release them from their swarthy prison.
But before the warden reached the gate, Chibi-chan (still slightly discombobulated from the VapoRub) lunged forward and grabbed Waffles around the ankles. “NOOOOOOO!!! We haven’t finished licking the walls yet! And Mr. Warden, why can’t we go?” The warden looked down at Chibi-chan like a scary potato and gave her a very unpleasant wedgie. “OWWWWWW!!!” Chibi-chan howled.
“Owie owie owie!!!! IT HURTS!!!” Chibi-chan screeched as the warden pulled harder on her lacy thong. “Holy kuso on rye, you wear a THONG?!” Dad’s voice hollered. “YOU BAD BAD GIRL!!!”

See yas later! *goes off to drink more sparkling cranberry juice*
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