Post by mrmedic on Oct 31, 2007 14:40:18 GMT -5
New exciting 4 Dimensional features include:[/i][/u]
Note: This thread is not because I can't find my last thread. It's because I don't want to.
Storeh 1:
The kid was in alarm, it had gone. His chat window had gone. He forced his overweight stomach off the chair and into a position that allows him to see the screen. He blinked his eyes. Still gone. She was probably talking to him right now, telling him that her dualies are so hot after just 'finishing off' that fleshpound. He screams. He crys. But in his sorrow, there is cake. He remembers the cake. And suddenly everything is alright. But then he remembers about boobs. And suddenly, he is back at the opening line.
Abi: I wish the sky was blue. Thats my favourite color.
Jiki_Nickness: i no ued, i cud make a sky blue.
Abi: REALLY!? Please!? For me!?
Jiki_Nickness: anyting, fur u.
*Mokibobness left the game*
Abi: Hey, we are alone.
He wallowed in fat, I mean. Sorrow. The sweat, sorry, I mean tears, was dripping off him. Just like after an intense stairclimb, sorry, I mean fight.
Abi was probably thinking that he was rude now, he felt so alone. He had never been so alone in his life. He wanted Abi, she was the girl for him. Her name in Google Images produces the best quality images he had every seen. He banged his head against the keyboard. The tactic he had learned whilst trying to install a Counterstrike mod with an Italian readme. BHAKAF. Bash Head Against Keyboard And Format But without the latter.
He looked up. He screamed in delight. The console log had come up, miraculously. Miraculously, he remembered the command to speak. Miraculously, she was still alive. Though, the rest of the zombies had "almost finished with her."
Jiki_Nickness: srry, there was a rainbow outside.
Abi: AWWW, a rainbow?
Abi: I live In London, we don't get rainbows, lol.
Jiki_Nickness: wat, i live in london!!
Abi: I live on the East side.
Jiki_Nickness: so do i!
Abi: umm...umm...its dark out. I can't see.
Jiki_Nickness: It's 5'o clock!
Abi: umm...umm...srry, phone.
*Abi disconnected*
The moral of the story? When you choose a 13 year old boy to abuse, don't say your from anywhere logical, and well-known.
- Bullet Points! Yays.
- Story spelt differently!
- New things!
Note: This thread is not because I can't find my last thread. It's because I don't want to.
Storeh 1:
The kid was in alarm, it had gone. His chat window had gone. He forced his overweight stomach off the chair and into a position that allows him to see the screen. He blinked his eyes. Still gone. She was probably talking to him right now, telling him that her dualies are so hot after just 'finishing off' that fleshpound. He screams. He crys. But in his sorrow, there is cake. He remembers the cake. And suddenly everything is alright. But then he remembers about boobs. And suddenly, he is back at the opening line.
Abi: I wish the sky was blue. Thats my favourite color.
Jiki_Nickness: i no ued, i cud make a sky blue.
Abi: REALLY!? Please!? For me!?
Jiki_Nickness: anyting, fur u.
*Mokibobness left the game*
Abi: Hey, we are alone.
He wallowed in fat, I mean. Sorrow. The sweat, sorry, I mean tears, was dripping off him. Just like after an intense stairclimb, sorry, I mean fight.
Abi was probably thinking that he was rude now, he felt so alone. He had never been so alone in his life. He wanted Abi, she was the girl for him. Her name in Google Images produces the best quality images he had every seen. He banged his head against the keyboard. The tactic he had learned whilst trying to install a Counterstrike mod with an Italian readme. BHAKAF. Bash Head Against Keyboard And Format But without the latter.
He looked up. He screamed in delight. The console log had come up, miraculously. Miraculously, he remembered the command to speak. Miraculously, she was still alive. Though, the rest of the zombies had "almost finished with her."
Jiki_Nickness: srry, there was a rainbow outside.
Abi: AWWW, a rainbow?
Abi: I live In London, we don't get rainbows, lol.
Jiki_Nickness: wat, i live in london!!
Abi: I live on the East side.
Jiki_Nickness: so do i!
Abi: umm...umm...its dark out. I can't see.
Jiki_Nickness: It's 5'o clock!
Abi: umm...umm...srry, phone.
*Abi disconnected*
The moral of the story? When you choose a 13 year old boy to abuse, don't say your from anywhere logical, and well-known.
