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Nísia
Small mammal
Portugal
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 Posted - 25 June 2008 : 5:51:20 PM
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I remember how this story could be we could read all. So I had patience and I copied all exactly you had written so if there are mistakes, sorry, it's yours.
It's only the first topic
Whenever I look at her hair it looked back at me. How the eyes never stop sparkling and the breasts never emerge they inflame base instincts in me. Desperately “BANG” went all of her grenades. So what happened under the bridge when I wasn’t born, and after all is said bridge explosions.
“How” said Jack. “A kilo of gelignite isn’t a recommended Warren killer, it doesn’t appear to go anywhere, so maybe it doesn’t work. However that doesn’t mean that Warren knows what to do anyway.”
“No, this explosion was fermented in marmite. The result exceeded all records worldwide for the alcohol powered explosive ignited rapidly and enveloped everyone within the building”.
After supper, everybody went home. The pub closed at midnight, so what was the door doing ajar – who left it like that, maybe it was Rappy? He caught the birdflue and went crazy after his head in the door after tripping over the pavement.
A bruised and bloodied, forlorn Raptor decided to run into hospital then discovered that it was closed. He then went back to the Pub for a large hammer but couldn’t find a nail to fit so he used a chisel to chop into the side of the pub.
Later he realised that somehow the improbability of breaking laws was remote, however bending the truth is another thing entirely. So Rappy decided to raise the stakes and implement unilateral thinking. Rappy wasn’t happy!
Rappy was happily fiddling with his newly polished chisel when suddenly a strange noise came from nearby. He turned towards the direction of the sound. What was that shape moving swiftly towards him?
It was roughly ten foot tall and extremely wide, with fluffy ears and had an extremely large head. Rappie then froze as the giant thing opened its handbag and took out a Taser. Rappy flinched and stepped on the end of a plank that was balancing on the edge of a vortex. The beast roared as it plunged into the widening chasm below. Rappy watched as the beast was pulled further down the vortex that had suddenly shrunk after teatime. Rappy couldn’t help but feel some gratitude; however he quickly picked a fight with a strange looking man.
The man looked like Margaret Jones from the local WI. Margaret was 80 years older than Rappy. That was impossibly harsh, as if she had aged rather much considering she was a blonde; many men used her as a friendly escape from life. Regrettably after they left her, she felt rejected. Rappy saw a different man with a different looking woman; she was screaming “This city is going from a bright and beautiful city.
My name’s Emily Zigaro and I’ve been living here for over 15” … Rappy interrupted with curiosity “Why are you shouting wildly, you look foolish”
Turning, he decided to go make a cappuccino in a local coffee stall. Rappy stopped, admiring the freshly grown coffee-plants. Suddenly Coffee spilled out of a mug, onto his lap. Rappy sprinted back home. To…
(to continue)
"Ars Longa, Vita Brevis"
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Edited by - Nísia on 25 June 2008 5:58:09 PM |
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Nísia
Small mammal
Portugal
618 Posts |
Posted - 28 June 2008 : 3:14:23 PM
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Here there are the second part:
Back home, Rappy invited lots of Scarrowags to comfort him. Several arrived quickly others took their time. Rappy introduced his friends to his dog.
“Woof” barked Bessie. The Scarrowags laughed as Bessie licked Parm’s cheek.
“Have a piece of waterdog said Rappy, throwing darts at Parm, plastic darts though so it didn’t injure him. The party raged as Rappy waltzed with Ankhsy while Gladius was trying to hear what music played. Bessie decided that the best source of entertainment.
Suddenly, Simon produced a hammer and saw, then attempted to fix the boat model presented to Andy as a reward for editing the latest monograph from the episode that he wrote last year. The only Scarrowwag that hadn’t received a backhander was Warren. He never got paid because he left his wallet at his workplace after he hurried to attend his marmite convention. Warren looked very distracted with all Gladius’s awards postings!” said Rappy.
Next to arrive was Ultima, he looked cool as Ice T with fluorescent pants, golden tights and his hair dyed pink with raspberry steaks.
“Welcome” announced Rappy. “Everyone please be merry, and eat pie with cheese!”
“Certainly” said Parm.
Suddenly a large tree fell on Parm, crushing his left arm. “OH GOD!” screamed Parm. Carelessly, he asked for Coritanian to bring drugs to calm himself down. He gulped as the tree jolted and scraped his injured arm.
Scarrowwags from all-over Europe were rushing to get him to safety from the tree. Unfortunately branches kept snagging his body, making it vibrate painfully.
“AAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” cried Parm deafeningly. “Keep out gimps or I’m going too kill every single squirrel in the world!!”
Dementedly, Parm continued jibbering away whilst the rest of the Scarrowwags played scrabble. The atmosphere changed when Coritanian climbed over Gladius and fell down embarrassingly, breaking the vase into 1000 pieces of crystallised pottery. The vase was lying, shattered and discarded abandoned by Rappy. The party was in danger of imploding into itself. However a new Scarrowwag surprise guest entry.
“Hello” said Marshall. “I’m new here, can I a piece of cake??”
“NO!” shouted Rappie selfishly. It seemed like Rappy was getting bored. “Closing now!”
(be continue)
"Ars Longa, Vita Brevis"
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