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so it's been kinda boring around here lately, and i was reading through a bunch of old letters that i have in a folder from last year, and i found this piece of paper that colin wrote a story on while sitting in our room:
"So yesterday I saw Brett walking to class, and I thought to myself, By George, wouldn't it be marvelous if a gelatinous blob amassed right next to him and engulfed him whole? Just, came out from that manhole cover in the middle of the street, formed to a full 30 feet tall, and then just swallwed him whole. Well, maybe chargrilled him a bit first. But definitely, it had to be clear, or at least translucent so you could see him flailing about inside the goo-blob, trying to breathe. Oh, man, that would rule. So as I was standing there, watching Brett walk by, with his Oakley sunglasses and his iPod and his rediculous walk, I decided it was high time to find some good blackmail on him, so I followed him. What I had originally assumed to be a leisurely stroll to class turned out to be quite the opposite. I followed about 30 yards back, just so he wouldn't be suspicious... not like Brett would notice anyone else ever, since he's the most self-centered person I've possibly ever met. Anyways, instead of turning off of Techwood to go up the hill, he turned right and went through the tunnel, under 75-85. I was even more intrigued, so I kept following. He ended up following the road the tunnel empties onto for about 10 minutes. He looked around at one point, which worried me, because I thought he definitely would have picked me out, since we now were the only two white people in Atlanta. But, of course, he didn't see me. He was probably looking around to find some glass or a mirror in which to admire himself. What a tool. So about 40 yards later, he suddenly broke out into a sprint. Of course, I'm fat and quite slow, so I didn't try and keep up. Luckily, though, I have lots of connections in da hood, so my Boy, Ray-Ray, in his 1977 Lincoln Mark VIII, with the leopard skin seals and 24-inch platinum spinners, happened to pull up. It took me a good 20 seconds of yelling at him for him to finally figure out that his G-unit Blasting from the 20-inch subs in the trunk was blcoking out all sound, but then he let me in. I told him to catch up to Brett. He had no idea who Brett was, so he slapped me. I'm still not sure why. So I gave him a brief description, but apparently all I needed to say was "white," and he said he could find him. Then I realized I was still the only other white person in Atlanta. Ray-Ray sped up and eventually caught up to the still-sprinting Brett. I wanted to get out of the car and trip him real bad, but I thought that keeping a low profile was more important. Definitely the pimped-out Lincoln Mark VIII was the way to do so. Then as luck would have it, (By George), a gelatinous blob absolutely decked him from out of an alley. It was so freakin' sweet. I nearly crapped my pants laughing so hard. He totally got blindsided. So the thing didn't engulf him whole, but he might come back. And when it does, oh, I'll be there..."
hxc.
"So yesterday I saw Brett walking to class, and I thought to myself, By George, wouldn't it be marvelous if a gelatinous blob amassed right next to him and engulfed him whole? Just, came out from that manhole cover in the middle of the street, formed to a full 30 feet tall, and then just swallwed him whole. Well, maybe chargrilled him a bit first. But definitely, it had to be clear, or at least translucent so you could see him flailing about inside the goo-blob, trying to breathe. Oh, man, that would rule. So as I was standing there, watching Brett walk by, with his Oakley sunglasses and his iPod and his rediculous walk, I decided it was high time to find some good blackmail on him, so I followed him. What I had originally assumed to be a leisurely stroll to class turned out to be quite the opposite. I followed about 30 yards back, just so he wouldn't be suspicious... not like Brett would notice anyone else ever, since he's the most self-centered person I've possibly ever met. Anyways, instead of turning off of Techwood to go up the hill, he turned right and went through the tunnel, under 75-85. I was even more intrigued, so I kept following. He ended up following the road the tunnel empties onto for about 10 minutes. He looked around at one point, which worried me, because I thought he definitely would have picked me out, since we now were the only two white people in Atlanta. But, of course, he didn't see me. He was probably looking around to find some glass or a mirror in which to admire himself. What a tool. So about 40 yards later, he suddenly broke out into a sprint. Of course, I'm fat and quite slow, so I didn't try and keep up. Luckily, though, I have lots of connections in da hood, so my Boy, Ray-Ray, in his 1977 Lincoln Mark VIII, with the leopard skin seals and 24-inch platinum spinners, happened to pull up. It took me a good 20 seconds of yelling at him for him to finally figure out that his G-unit Blasting from the 20-inch subs in the trunk was blcoking out all sound, but then he let me in. I told him to catch up to Brett. He had no idea who Brett was, so he slapped me. I'm still not sure why. So I gave him a brief description, but apparently all I needed to say was "white," and he said he could find him. Then I realized I was still the only other white person in Atlanta. Ray-Ray sped up and eventually caught up to the still-sprinting Brett. I wanted to get out of the car and trip him real bad, but I thought that keeping a low profile was more important. Definitely the pimped-out Lincoln Mark VIII was the way to do so. Then as luck would have it, (By George), a gelatinous blob absolutely decked him from out of an alley. It was so freakin' sweet. I nearly crapped my pants laughing so hard. He totally got blindsided. So the thing didn't engulf him whole, but he might come back. And when it does, oh, I'll be there..."
hxc.