a man in a frog suit wielding a machete. An aura of evilness surrounded him, as well as some litter from a local McDonalds.
Fearing the worst I dove behind a nearby bus shelter. To my suprise there lay a...
The man in the frog suit who just happened to have a degree in advanced illogical story explaination stepped in and explained to Maria that she was brought back to life for this terrible story and that now her part was done she might aswell go home. Then he vanished in a puff of smoke.
She then proceeded to do what was suggested and climb back into her grave.
All seemed well in the world as I continued my journey home.
The end...or is it...?
lived on the doorstep of a large apricot jam factory.
i decided to. . .
It got late and then it dawned on me that Mergatroyd lived in a small glass container, so even though she was kind enough to let me stay in her spare room it was much too tiny for me to sleep in. So I decided to stalk the local misty graveyard in search of vampires with a room to rent. Unfortunatly...
i had lost my map.
i walked to the bus stop in the rain, painfully aware that . . .
the worms and the mud were unpleasant.
i started to cry because
I used to do these in college all the time. Infact they were the only way I could talk to some people. They generally started with "I love you, lets remarry".
Anyway I started crying because my pants were on fire. I was having a torrid time of late, what with the falling into a grave, my pants catching on fire, and the acid rain, thus the emotional outburst. I realised I had not yet reached the bottom of the grave yet and I knew I was about to reach the perilous fortress of the moles.
I took a gummy bear, unaware of the great tragedy that was about to befall me...the gummy bear was grapefruit flavoured. I spat it out in disgust.
The mole queen then ordered a guard to tap a sign on the wall which read "no spitting"
boggled by these strange and confusing events. I decided to explore my surroundings. I soon realised I had travelled back in time to where the story began. I was in a time warp.
Anyway I was still running late for something I had completly forgotten. I began to run for no apparant reason. The full moon moking me, the local smog burning my lungs. I was so sure I would never make it out of this story.
I thought I knew exactly what was going to happen that night. But I never expected to meet...
Bored of this crazy world of Jabba the Huts and other non-sensicle characters, I decided to sleep in the middle of the street. When I awoke I found some kind strangers had left some money. Enough money to go to Lanzarote for a holiday.
I was just about to get on the plane when...
(is that funky coloured thing a fridge tenaciouscj? if it is, it would cool in every sense of the word)
After boarding the plane with Weird Al, I sat near the window. Weird Al then proclaimed how he wanted to sit by the window. I showed him my ticket which said that my seat was the one by the window. An argument broke out, which esculated into a titanic battle over the window seat.
I unfortunatly killed Al and so I tried to flush him out of the plane to hide the body but he wouldn't fit.
I repeatedly hit Weird Al over the head with a spade, yet his zombie powers kept his frail skull in one piece. I realised that since he was alive (sort of) I would no longer be done for murder. I said to him "fine, have the window seat" to which he replied "uuurrrrgh...brains...?". I took this to mean ok, and so I helped him into the seat. Unfortunatly somebody left the window wide open and he was sucked right out of the plane. His macaw went after him in an attempt to save him but flew into the jet engine
(I put it a while back, 'The Character' as I have dubbed him/her was going to Lanzarote)
I did not think to right the plane as I wasn't the pilot. I was puzzled as to why the pilot didn't bother. We crash landed onto a Lost-esque Island, alot of crazy things happened involving hatches and others, But then they moved it to Sky one so I couldn't watch it anymore. Luckly it was the actual island where they film Lost so the film crew took us survivors in for hot chocolate and the like.
30 days in and there were only 3 people left. Most had been attacked by pirahnas, bears, disgruntled goats, and aliens. We had run out of jungle food, we were contemplating which one of us would give up our arm for the nightly feast. I bravely decided to step forward and cut off Jimmy's arm, I devoured it whole. Dave (the other survivor) was annoyed that he didn't get any of the arm and gave chase.
I had realised I had forgotten all about what had gone on in the past few weeks. How strange I thought to myself as when I opened my eyes everything was black. A voice told me that this world was one of fiction, and whatever the writer wanted to happen would. I hoped the next writer would be kind enough to supply me with jelly and maybe a bouncy castle...