Saturday, September 18, 2004

Story 101
A Story made by Mei89 and myself...
Pixelated Parody: and then. . .
Pixelated Parody: THERE WAS A LOUND BANG ON THE DOOR!
Pixelated Parody: and
Pixelated Parody: i opened the door to see who was on the other side
Pixelated Parody: and who might it be
Pixelated Parody: But
Pixelated Parody: none other that
Pixelated Parody: **than. . .
Squee XP: than?
Pixelated Parody: [this is the part where you make up some of teh story]
Squee XP: oh
Squee XP: uhmm
Squee XP: jesh?
Squee XP: rich?
Squee XP: a dead monkey!?
Pixelated Parody: JUST SAY SOMEONE
Squee XP: ok
Pixelated Parody: and make up a story
Pixelated Parody: and... yeah
Squee XP: A red banana that is aliance with the macarana dancing funyuns!
Pixelated Parody: O__O
Pixelated Parody: AND THAT DREADED BANANNA WAS HEAdiNG FOR MY SOCK DRAWER
Pixelated Parody: and.... well...
Squee XP: who are bent on making you eat the eyes of so many pieces of paper and
Pixelated Parody: we cant have that happen
Pixelated Parody: now can we?
Squee XP: yes we can
Pixelated Parody: NOT ONLY THE EYES OF THE PAPER,
Pixelated Parody: but the eyes of their toes as well
Squee XP: T_T
Squee XP: how will we go on!?
Pixelated Parody: and as the banana inches closer
Pixelated Parody: Closer
Pixelated Parody: CLOSER
Pixelated Parody: SO CLOSE HE COULD SMELL THE EYE OF THE TOES
Pixelated Parody: i smcked him with the frying pan of waffles
Squee XP: and then
Pixelated Parody: (fried waffles are very good. you must try sometime)
Pixelated Parody: GOING ON
Squee XP: the ghost of a new gym sock
Squee XP: and
Squee XP: it said you shall not pass through my arse of many cats and dogs lifeless tombstone from the land of unlimited color
Pixelated Parody: All of a sudden teh SMEXAY cat comes out of nowhere and hisses in its abyssmal flabbiness
Pixelated Parody: which does him no good
Pixelated Parody: because
Pixelated Parody: Of course
Pixelated Parody: the flabbiness
Pixelated Parody: was not yellow
Squee XP: ohhh emm eff!!
Pixelated Parody: and we all know what that means
Squee XP: I do!
Pixelated Parody: well
Squee XP: well actually I don't but I feel that will only make the story longer!
Pixelated Parody: unfortunately the smexay cat didnt know so
Pixelated Parody: *shudders*
Pixelated Parody: poor cat
Pixelated Parody: he lost all his fur to a can opener
Pixelated Parody: and can no longer be dubbed teh smexay cat
Squee XP: lol
Squee XP: hey
Squee XP: have you done your ironic story
Squee XP: ?
Pixelated Parody: ironic story?
Pixelated Parody: 6.6
Squee XP: yeah
Squee XP: for english
Pixelated Parody: when was this assigned?
Squee XP: it due the 29th
Squee XP: a while ago
Pixelated Parody: x.x
Pixelated Parody: nup
Pixelated Parody: i havent done it
Pixelated Parody: :C
Squee XP: lol
Squee XP: me neither
Pixelated Parody: anyways
Pixelated Parody: BACK TO THE STORY!
Squee XP: lol
Squee XP: Now
Squee XP: at this point the dough print made a chikin eat its newly found redness and everyone saw that this was good and no one knew why the cups had not been to the flea market to buy their bootleg pokemon cards from the cheap skate that like to eat jelly filled donut because he is a bitch hermit that needs to stay in his house instead of out on the streets living the life of a nassasistic toothbrush
Squee XP: you done reading that yet?
Pixelated Parody: speaking of toothbrushes the rabid plate in the cupboard is running up my minutes on the cell phone that causes tumors in orange elephants on tuesdays. Not to mention the chinese bluebird that crawled down the chimney last night to make sure he wouldnt miss the last spark of breadcrumbs from the freezer.
Squee XP: god your getting good at this
Pixelated Parody: ;D
Squee XP: better than me
Squee XP: T_T
Pixelated Parody: naah..
Squee XP: yes you are!!
Squee XP: T_T
Pixelated Parody: ahh well
Pixelated Parody: go on!
Pixelated Parody: we shall put this on myo later
Pixelated Parody: !
Squee XP: Anyway the freezer made the little grimlims eat the butterflys and the older goggles from our schince lab on friday while the fireworks were getting ready to dance the radiohead was talking about how he loved his little whachamacallit and then everyone was screaming about how the dice were no longer using the exterior water source from the signature of the darkest side of the round ball on my table that no one should know about for it does not exist in the land of brains that are green and dance the dance of dancing dances and the fact that everyone was like a round ball with a circumference of where the hell is my coca cola I ordered it TWO minutes ago what kind of room service is this!
Pixelated Parody: Its underneath the bed where it has always been, of course. Right next to the fingernails of the parrot that scream of pink flamingoes in the faraway depths of the sea that are dark like the edges of the rock staring at me from its place on my desk. the shadows in the darkness of the lamshade in the hallway should be fucshia when they go out to dance with that one girl on fridays. I always forget what her name is but i remember that she can dance to the beat of the fork and the spoon as they run away to the eye of the needle that is sewing together the rip in the moons green dress.
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