just a short story created by three fabulous people
a come back entry!! ... actually i just had nowhere else to display this.
** skipped lines = changed narrator
It was a dark morning when the elf awoke from his deep slumber... he wasn't sure of the time or his present location.
He rubbed his bright green eyes and squinted as they adjusted to the burning sun outside.
he felt the rays hit his soft smooth sexy skin and stuck his hands down his shorts to adjust his nuts.
And, after that disgusting display of homosexuality, he decided it was time for another murder... the little boy down the street would do just fine.
he slipped on his favorite pair of pink air jordans and skipped down the lane towards his victims house... that little boy would never see it coming, only one thought lingered in his mind, how should he kill him?
He saw the little boy in his bed and slowly and sensually began to pull his pjs from his mid section.
after realizing the enormity of his mental problems, he walked toward the nearest window and defenestrated himself. upon reaching the hard ground, something clicked in his mind... the old man that owned the grocery store must die...
this seemingly innocent grocery store owner was using his professionally acceptable psyedonymn to carry out his most disturning work: rally the townspeople against homosexual supernatural characters like himself...
but then, he was like, what the fuck am i doing, i have 5 little boys tied to my bed at home waiting for some love juice to hold their elementary oscar mayer wiener appetites over til dinner.
however, the opposing immediate desire of drowning himself after the preverted thoguhts of little boys and their oscar mayer wiener appetites overcame him like a wave of ice cold air in the summer... and so, he quickly found himself tied to a purple rock at the bottom of the lake.. coincidence... nah.
at the bottom of the lake, he finally felt at peace with himself, although the air in his lungs was slowly dissapating and he could not help but let his mind drift back tot he reason he was really there; his evil step mother.
she would always tell him to sit on his fathers lap while she was making love to the gardener. this may have contributed to his violent.....
the rest is vulgar and inappropriate for your minds.
... story written by max erin and alex in a repeating pattern.. guess who narrated which parts.
the end.
vaya con dios
** skipped lines = changed narrator
It was a dark morning when the elf awoke from his deep slumber... he wasn't sure of the time or his present location.
He rubbed his bright green eyes and squinted as they adjusted to the burning sun outside.
he felt the rays hit his soft smooth sexy skin and stuck his hands down his shorts to adjust his nuts.
And, after that disgusting display of homosexuality, he decided it was time for another murder... the little boy down the street would do just fine.
he slipped on his favorite pair of pink air jordans and skipped down the lane towards his victims house... that little boy would never see it coming, only one thought lingered in his mind, how should he kill him?
He saw the little boy in his bed and slowly and sensually began to pull his pjs from his mid section.
after realizing the enormity of his mental problems, he walked toward the nearest window and defenestrated himself. upon reaching the hard ground, something clicked in his mind... the old man that owned the grocery store must die...
this seemingly innocent grocery store owner was using his professionally acceptable psyedonymn to carry out his most disturning work: rally the townspeople against homosexual supernatural characters like himself...
but then, he was like, what the fuck am i doing, i have 5 little boys tied to my bed at home waiting for some love juice to hold their elementary oscar mayer wiener appetites over til dinner.
however, the opposing immediate desire of drowning himself after the preverted thoguhts of little boys and their oscar mayer wiener appetites overcame him like a wave of ice cold air in the summer... and so, he quickly found himself tied to a purple rock at the bottom of the lake.. coincidence... nah.
at the bottom of the lake, he finally felt at peace with himself, although the air in his lungs was slowly dissapating and he could not help but let his mind drift back tot he reason he was really there; his evil step mother.
she would always tell him to sit on his fathers lap while she was making love to the gardener. this may have contributed to his violent.....
the rest is vulgar and inappropriate for your minds.
... story written by max erin and alex in a repeating pattern.. guess who narrated which parts.
the end.
vaya con dios