Author Topic: A Shared Story (Read 25566 times)

Ben · « **Reply #15 on:** November 27, 2006, 06:44:07 AM »

(THANK YOU MM. Seriously)

You wonder why the hell anyone would employ such a gay plot device, and then it all comes to you:

Its like your life is being told through a series of 2 sentence installments, and you suddenly long for something more, something...you can call....home.

Bluhman · « **Reply #16 on:** November 27, 2006, 10:13:59 PM »

So, you do what any other person would: You got into your car and drove off to the real-estate dude. The gaudy man wearing a pink suit says to you, "Hello."

Razor · « **Reply #17 on:** November 27, 2006, 10:17:01 PM »

You're about to reply when a small burnt up piece of metal from a meteor that entered the atmosphere goes through the guy's eye socket and kills him instantly.

"Now that is incredibly unlikely, like 1/10000000000000000000" you say out loud."

Ben · « **Reply #18 on:** November 27, 2006, 10:23:32 PM »

"Theres only one thing left to do now," You say.
"ive got to buy a lottery ticket".

aboutasoandthis · « **Reply #19 on:** November 27, 2006, 10:42:00 PM »

You turn into the gas station to go buy a lottery ticket. Suddenly, several masked men carrying guns emerge from a van.

Razor · « **Reply #20 on:** November 27, 2006, 11:33:46 PM »

Holy Hell! He TURNED INTO A GAS STATION? WHAT WITCHCRAFT IS THIS??!!?
Sorry, I could not resist.

Meiscool-2 · « **Reply #21 on:** November 28, 2006, 01:09:46 AM »

The men begin shooting you. You run, but bump right into another man carrying a gun. He points it at you, preparing to shoot.

You hear a shot.

You open your eyes to see all the men dead around you, filled with bullet holes. How? Why? Where?

Ben · « **Reply #22 on:** November 28, 2006, 01:50:14 AM »

(ZOMFG. UR ALL UZING 2 MNY SENTECIS)

Pulling a coin from you belt, you decide its time to rip it up old school.

"ITS MORPHIN TIME"

Thunderstrike · « **Reply #23 on:** November 28, 2006, 01:54:00 AM »

You look down at the coin, which turns out to be a quarter in reality.

"I should lay off those 'shrooms"_sweat_

Suddenly, a dark figure taps you on the shoulder. You turn around.

Ben · « **Reply #24 on:** November 28, 2006, 01:56:35 AM »

"Dude" Shouts you, as you see that the dark figure is your old frat chum, "Dickie".

"Waves, Brah," saya dickie "lets go get a couple of greasy weaslers, and stoke up a vibe with the ladies, brizzle" Dick Continues.

Meiscool-2 · « **Reply #25 on:** November 28, 2006, 04:49:57 AM »

Just then, Dick remembers that he's gay.

Bluhman · « **Reply #26 on:** November 28, 2006, 10:00:42 PM »

"D-d-did I say ladies?" Dick said. "Heh... Uhh... I meant... Laddies! Yes, let's pick up us a few boys, ay?" You always were fond of the way he tried to be straight.

WarxePB · « **Reply #27 on:** November 28, 2006, 10:55:08 PM »

Thus, you get into Dick's pink '69 Cadillac and go looking for some guys to pick up. However, you realize that you never bought your lottery ticket.

Bluhman · « **Reply #28 on:** November 29, 2006, 03:11:42 AM »

You tell dickie that you never got what you were looking for. In reply, dicky says, "**** you." And pushes you out of the car, off a highway.

Ben · « **Reply #29 on:** November 29, 2006, 03:17:37 AM »

You reflect for a moment on your failed relationships.After realizing the lottery ticket is gone, it all piles up, and you cry a little on the roadside.

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