Post by BudgieWudgieWeed on Dec 23, 2007 21:12:45 GMT 1
First of all, I'd like to wish you a very merry Crimbo and I hope you might crumble and crunch nicely because of it the days afterwards. Furthermore, I also hope you will have a nice and healthy 2008 and not get any creepy diseases like turning green in the face or growing carrots on your head instead of hair. That's just scary, I wouldn't want to talk to someone experiencing such kind a thing. Besides, don't you think it would hurt a lot?
Anyway... Just a small story and I hope you'll get a 'grand larf' out of it
The First Earth of Worl.
Once, there was nothing in the universe. Just a few lumps of mud flying around through the empty spaces the universe was mad at.
One day, there was a micro organism born on one of those mudpiles. This micro organism, decided to create a world – just so he could change it. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to say (just like we’re going to) ‘’I am going to become wery famous, and I will change the world worewer.’’ (The species of vegetables he used to eat had a big problem pronouncing the v because it is the first letter of the word vengeance – green food is very peaceful – and therefore our micro organism started colouring green/brown and did the same)
This micro organism, hadn’t got any parents at all. The reason for this was mainly because he didn’t have any parents, nor godparents, not even an uncle or auntie, he was the first after all. Also, he wondered why he could speak English. He hadn’t heard anyone speak it of course. This was very strange, as we all know now.
Nonethemuch, he decided to get to work. This micro organism happened to be very special: it had got a wig. Now we all know a wig is fake hair you can put on your head when you’ve shaved it when you had a bad trip (yes, I’m referring to Britney Spears) but it wasn’t back then. Back then, a wig meant Wery Important Gigaorganism. It was a secret poison and if you would drink something of it as a human, you would die immediately because of getting the Hdot-Gywag-Foi syndrom (hyperbolicdisorderofthinkinghowgreatyouwereandgettingfartishofit-ism syndrom).
Only, our dear Orcim –he had named himself after his kind of species, looked up in the bencheclopedia he’d found surfing on the mudpile – hadn’t any trouble handling his poison. This was mainly because he did not drink it, but took a bath in it every single morning of his excistance. It was also the cause of his very herbal look.
So, by the time he’d had enough of this poison, he discovered he didn’t have anything to do with The First Earth of Worl. This was when he decided to commit suicide and jump into thin air and then dissapear by getting so fat he would sink – and fortunately for him and us he did.
Anyway... Just a small story and I hope you'll get a 'grand larf' out of it
The First Earth of Worl.
Once, there was nothing in the universe. Just a few lumps of mud flying around through the empty spaces the universe was mad at.
One day, there was a micro organism born on one of those mudpiles. This micro organism, decided to create a world – just so he could change it. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to say (just like we’re going to) ‘’I am going to become wery famous, and I will change the world worewer.’’ (The species of vegetables he used to eat had a big problem pronouncing the v because it is the first letter of the word vengeance – green food is very peaceful – and therefore our micro organism started colouring green/brown and did the same)
This micro organism, hadn’t got any parents at all. The reason for this was mainly because he didn’t have any parents, nor godparents, not even an uncle or auntie, he was the first after all. Also, he wondered why he could speak English. He hadn’t heard anyone speak it of course. This was very strange, as we all know now.
Nonethemuch, he decided to get to work. This micro organism happened to be very special: it had got a wig. Now we all know a wig is fake hair you can put on your head when you’ve shaved it when you had a bad trip (yes, I’m referring to Britney Spears) but it wasn’t back then. Back then, a wig meant Wery Important Gigaorganism. It was a secret poison and if you would drink something of it as a human, you would die immediately because of getting the Hdot-Gywag-Foi syndrom (hyperbolicdisorderofthinkinghowgreatyouwereandgettingfartishofit-ism syndrom).
Only, our dear Orcim –he had named himself after his kind of species, looked up in the bencheclopedia he’d found surfing on the mudpile – hadn’t any trouble handling his poison. This was mainly because he did not drink it, but took a bath in it every single morning of his excistance. It was also the cause of his very herbal look.
So, by the time he’d had enough of this poison, he discovered he didn’t have anything to do with The First Earth of Worl. This was when he decided to commit suicide and jump into thin air and then dissapear by getting so fat he would sink – and fortunately for him and us he did.
*start singing Flappie* 
