Something That Two Of My Friends Wrote
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<div class="IPBDescription">I'm not responsible for it, I promise</div> My friends wrote this. They wanted me to show it to other people and what forum has more other people than the NS forums? None. Read.
<!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->Greetings Comrades and Citizens - this is:
"A Lesson in Communism for Really Young People, Sorta Old People, Really Old People, and Giraffes everywhere: an essay by Queen Mistacat of Here, and Aj'a Jade"
The Amazing Magnificent Bolshevik Adventure, or
Lessons in Life, vol 23
Svinderbleet and Rofguaque rode the train. It was Thursday. Rofguaque had a particularily
special hat on. It was a nice hat, but it didn't like trains. It thought they smelled funny.
The operator's automated voice chimed, "Terminal station. Would all passengers please leave
the train." But Svinderbleet and Rofguaque did not leave the train. The hat thought 'terminal'
sounded ominous, and so was glad Rofgauque stayed on the train, despite the train's scent.
Svinderbleet would regret this decision. Rofguaque still does not care.
Meanwhile, in Stalingrad, a little Soviet pondered, "What does this button on my fork do?"
She pressed the sparkly silver button.
The track leading to the trainyard was switched and Svinderbleet and Rofguaque were headed
for Snoofledom.
Inside, Snoofledom, Snooflella approached the train window.
"Do you have a spare boot?" inquired he. The hat thought this was wonderful grammar.
Rofguaque, who happened to be a bolshevik, grabbed one of Swinderbleet's boots and threw it
out the window for Snooflella. The hat thought this was a little rash.
Snooflella grabbed the boot and left, one long long long long leg after the other.
"Why did you give him my boot?" Asked Svinderbleet.
"Because he needed it." answered Rofguaque.
"Why didn't you give him yours?" asked Svinderbleet.
"Because I need it." responded Rofguaque.
"But I need my boot too," Svinderbleet sobbed, sadly. The hat shed sympathetic tears, which pinged on Rofgauque's unusually shaped and unsympathetic brow.
"Well," answered Rofguaque, "you never told me that, so I didn't know."
Meanwhile, back at the rubber duckie castle palace shop, Snooflella was asked by Snoofgloppa
why his boots did not match. The red glazed giraffe in the corner didn't care.
"Because one was donated." explained Snooflella.
"And the other?" asked Snoofgloppa
"I was born with it." replied Snooflella.
Snooflella was happy with his new boot.
Svinderbleet is sad without his boot.
You should not take things that don't belong to you.
*the end*
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
Queen Mistacat of Here scares people. She has blue, purple and greenish-yellowish hair to her waist that has been bleached more times than Frankenwiennie came back from the dead in the 1950s black and white flop movie, "Frankenwiennie". She wants you to drink more water. Yes, you. There is no one behind you. Queen Mistacat wishes she could like eggplants but sadly, she can not. Maybe you can like them on her behalf. Queen Mistacat has many friends in her head. They instruct her on which apples taste best, and such things. She is near fluent in Esperanto and is currently studying Italian and French. She loves bats and grammar.
Aj'a Jade is a tiny neon purple glass aardvark living in Newfoundland with a toad and a juicing machine. She juices fruit, not toads, and never eats meat. Sometimes she eats dairy and pays a dear price for it. Her favourite activities include stopping people from swallowing tadpoles, scaring legal personnel of large companies, playing in the company of brightly coloured liars, and tap-dancing on city sidewalks. Her name is pronounced LUDMILLA.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
<!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->Greetings Comrades and Citizens - this is:
"A Lesson in Communism for Really Young People, Sorta Old People, Really Old People, and Giraffes everywhere: an essay by Queen Mistacat of Here, and Aj'a Jade"
The Amazing Magnificent Bolshevik Adventure, or
Lessons in Life, vol 23
Svinderbleet and Rofguaque rode the train. It was Thursday. Rofguaque had a particularily
special hat on. It was a nice hat, but it didn't like trains. It thought they smelled funny.
The operator's automated voice chimed, "Terminal station. Would all passengers please leave
the train." But Svinderbleet and Rofguaque did not leave the train. The hat thought 'terminal'
sounded ominous, and so was glad Rofgauque stayed on the train, despite the train's scent.
Svinderbleet would regret this decision. Rofguaque still does not care.
Meanwhile, in Stalingrad, a little Soviet pondered, "What does this button on my fork do?"
She pressed the sparkly silver button.
The track leading to the trainyard was switched and Svinderbleet and Rofguaque were headed
for Snoofledom.
Inside, Snoofledom, Snooflella approached the train window.
"Do you have a spare boot?" inquired he. The hat thought this was wonderful grammar.
Rofguaque, who happened to be a bolshevik, grabbed one of Swinderbleet's boots and threw it
out the window for Snooflella. The hat thought this was a little rash.
Snooflella grabbed the boot and left, one long long long long leg after the other.
"Why did you give him my boot?" Asked Svinderbleet.
"Because he needed it." answered Rofguaque.
"Why didn't you give him yours?" asked Svinderbleet.
"Because I need it." responded Rofguaque.
"But I need my boot too," Svinderbleet sobbed, sadly. The hat shed sympathetic tears, which pinged on Rofgauque's unusually shaped and unsympathetic brow.
"Well," answered Rofguaque, "you never told me that, so I didn't know."
Meanwhile, back at the rubber duckie castle palace shop, Snooflella was asked by Snoofgloppa
why his boots did not match. The red glazed giraffe in the corner didn't care.
"Because one was donated." explained Snooflella.
"And the other?" asked Snoofgloppa
"I was born with it." replied Snooflella.
Snooflella was happy with his new boot.
Svinderbleet is sad without his boot.
You should not take things that don't belong to you.
*the end*
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
Queen Mistacat of Here scares people. She has blue, purple and greenish-yellowish hair to her waist that has been bleached more times than Frankenwiennie came back from the dead in the 1950s black and white flop movie, "Frankenwiennie". She wants you to drink more water. Yes, you. There is no one behind you. Queen Mistacat wishes she could like eggplants but sadly, she can not. Maybe you can like them on her behalf. Queen Mistacat has many friends in her head. They instruct her on which apples taste best, and such things. She is near fluent in Esperanto and is currently studying Italian and French. She loves bats and grammar.
Aj'a Jade is a tiny neon purple glass aardvark living in Newfoundland with a toad and a juicing machine. She juices fruit, not toads, and never eats meat. Sometimes she eats dairy and pays a dear price for it. Her favourite activities include stopping people from swallowing tadpoles, scaring legal personnel of large companies, playing in the company of brightly coloured liars, and tap-dancing on city sidewalks. Her name is pronounced LUDMILLA.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Comments
Nothing but random stuff put together trying to be funny. It's too forced.
<!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->Meh.. that uhh.. sucked.
Nothing but random stuff put together trying to be funny. It's too forced.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
MistaCat says: "Jade has never smoked pot and MistaCat hasn't smoked in over a year. MC says it's the least forced thing she's ever participated in; if you want to see forced, check her stuff at <a href='http://www.livejournal.com/community/randomwriting' target='_blank'>randomwriting</a>."
I think it was written like that on purpose. <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink-fix.gif' /><!--endemo--> <a href='http://www.livejournal.com/community/randomwriting/4279.html#cutid1' target='_blank'>This</a> is MistaCat's usual writing. I don't know about Jade, though.
that was random, and i didnt like it... wich was what iam feeling wierd about
<i>"Amateurs."</i>
I'm usually a fan as well but this is a poor attempt, there gotta be a certain level of genius about it. <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile-fix.gif' /><!--endemo--> (first post here, not the link)
What a pile of bollocks
Me: <!--emo&::asrifle::--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/asrifle.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='asrifle.gif' /><!--endemo--> CForresters idiot mates: <!--emo&::marine::--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/marine.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='marine.gif' /><!--endemo--> <!--emo&::marine::--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/marine.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='marine.gif' /><!--endemo-->
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