Proof That I Have Fingers...

[Cruel_Sandwich]

Posted: 5/26/07 at 11:39pm

You know what, guys?!? Today is also the day to begin new things and do something you have never done in the past! Thus, Today I shall start my novella (Don't you dare call it a novel. If you call it a novel, I will come to your house and beat you) entitled SPIFFY.

CHAPTER ONE: THE MEANING OF "THE"
Spalvington Welsch was the hippest man in all of Spain. His flowing black hair touched his collar when it wanted to but, because it was naughty, occaissionally rebelled. But Spalvington, being the resourceful authority figure he was, kept it in line with something called "hair gel", which he had bought in the 21st century. For you see, Spalvington lived in the 16th century and occaissionally got tired of the non-happy idea of feudalism. Feudalism made Spalvington angry. VERY......angry. But you know what made him happy? Friendship! And thus it was Spalvington's mission in life to locate at least 2.4 friends! He tried to befriend everyone. But not everyone wanted a friend. Friendship was a radical idea in these days and only the most brave of souls could ever even THINK of having one. Spalvington was one of those souls.
Something else that struck Spalvington's fancy was the gobsmackingly lovely Remiker Oliver who was banished from her hometown of QQQQQQQQ@!RAAFAS! for the having a first name and a last name that ended in the same two letters. Remiker had found solace in Spalvington's villa of Habitattown and every day at 122:90AM (They had not quite understood the concept of time yet which caused much pointing and laughing from historians), Remiker went down to the local public bath to wash her 123 ft. long red hair. Spalvington loved this. It made him smile every day and that was his favorite thing to do. He just watched her from afar and pretended that she was his girlfriend.
One day, Spalvington decided to work up the courage to ask out Remiker for a date for a quiet evening of pyromania. He was very very nervous. But he marched forth and said in his most gentlest of voices, "What ho, Remiker! Thoust huggeth me for all time?"
"Of courseica I will, you sweet baguette," she replied.
For you see, Spalvington was unaware that Remiker WAS aware. She knew that he watched her from afar and liked this. In fact, she had no interest in hair-washing at all and pretty much found it to be heathenistic and disgusting in nature. But she did it anyway because she knew that this particular public bath was a haven for Spalvington. She had always dreamt of being in his arm and stroking his sweet elbow. He had nice elbows. You can't teach that.

(TO BE CONTINUED...)

[Kringas]

Posted: 5/27/07 at 12:13am

Worthless!

[AnnaK<3LMIP]

Posted: 5/27/07 at 12:51am

Again.
Don't you have a thread made just for you to talk? I'm not trying to be mean, I get it's a board you can say what you want. But you have a thread all to yourself! Use it!!