Sometimes my creative juices needa flowin
For my second, still very anonymos journal/blog/thing I ended up writing a story for some reason, don't blame me, the words just started flowing like vomit on sportsday.
Ohmiya. The Story About Two Boys, Pants and Innuendo
One super cracktastic rainbowsparkly duper day, Nino found Ohno´s pants lying on the floor. He stopped, stared, walked around them in smaller and smaller circles of life, prodded them with a stick some, looked at them from very close and very far away, before he decided that the wisest thing to do was to put the them on.
After he had gotten into Ohno´s pants, he folded his own pair carefully... and threw them hard to the floor! (because him and his pants were in an abusive relationship).
Happy and relieved of aggression, Nino went to hunt down his lunch: A mutant bowl of ramen who had sprouted legs and run off. Nino wasn´t going to buy a new lunch on that account. It would be a waste of money when he could just eat around the ramen´s legs and eyes.
Meanwhile Ohno had slinked (yes, like a slinky) his way into the room where Nino´s pants where lying shivering and crying on the floor. After a couple of minutes of staring at them he recognized that they weren't girls mini shorts but in fact Nino´s pants, and proceded to get into them. He didn´t think much about it, getting into Nino´s pants just felt right.
Because the pants fit so well, and both of them couldn´t imagine being in anybody else´s pants ever again, they proceeded to get into each other´s pants every every every day from that day on.
The End
If this journal was the food segment on AnS, then the story above would be majonese natto...
Enjoy. Comments are nice, but not required.