hihi.
i have purple hair now =D
bah. sorry if i blind you with my fugliness heh
well i like eating and eating and eating =]
sleeping is good too
i'm currently bored and lonely >=[
lol
oh..i don't log out so it doesn't mean i'm always on FA...
i was on msn the other day...but u weren't on...i bet u blocked me or something. But im getting broadband wireless soon so ill be able to go on in my room on my laptop. Yeah i tried calling u after Mish told me to call u but u never picked up!
haha..yess fob musicc been into it lately..u look like sumone who listens to it! janiceee! lol. im liking the lotus elisee i actually saw onee the other day in CANADa0_0-orange0_0 preety sexi car. not as sexi as u thoo hahah;)
wats up bro? im bored! should go check my fone! jeff is probably callin XD LMAO! i have to go bak to skool tomz! that fkn sucks! back to skool wen im on skool holidays! aye.. have we ever watched a movie together?
hahaha so you have discovered my secret =P but it was really really hard to find a random and dumb and entertaining story most deserving of you =D haha one.
aye.. I FIXED THE GRAPHICS ALREADY BRO! XD fixed it myself too! im PRO!
i need a smoke~
ur a yobo! lets go chill down at sunshine after skool? dont forget ur milk crate this time.. lol
OMG BRO!! I FOUND YOU!! hahahahaha took me 1 hour to find u.. im sucha noob. joined today~ TJ told me to join! how the fuck do u use this? XD hrmm.. i'll vote for yah bro! 10 for u =] =] =]
aye yobo~ go back to sunshine!! *btw* read my profile.. fully sick yuleh!! LMAO
hallo haloo i shall entertain you with the longest most random pointlessness you have ever read in a tag ok? ready.. here goes.. im serious now.. like you cant un read this!!!
It all started when our antagonizing protagonist, Myshelle, woke up in a secret vineyard. It was the sixth time it had happened. Feeling excessively exasperated, Myshelle hit a live hand grenade, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Giggling like schoolgirl, he realized that his beloved Pillowwas missing! Immediately he called his bed-friend, Jiggy. Myshelle had known Jiggy for (plus or minus) 6Myshelle years, the majority of which were sassy ones. Jiggy was unique. He was attractive though sometimes a little... pestering. Myshelle called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.
Jiggy picked up to a very sad Myshelle. Jiggy calmly assured him that most venomous koalas sneeze before mating, yet venomous koalas usually indiscriminately grimace *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Myshelle. Why was Jiggy trying to distract Myshelle? Because he had snuck out from Myshelle's with the Pillowonly eight days prior. It was a electric little Pillow... how could he resist?
It didn't take long before Myshelle got back to the subject at hand: his Pillow. Jiggy grimaced. Relunctantly, Jiggy invited him over, assuring him they'd find the Pillow. Myshelle grabbed his whale and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Jiggy realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the Pillow and he had to do it deftly. He figured that if Myshelle took the neighborhood-terrorizing crotch rocket, he had take at least ten minutes before Myshelle would get there. But if he took the Purple Hair Car? Then Jiggy would be alarmingly screwed.
Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Jiggy was interrupted by four clueless rats that were lured by his Pillow. Jiggy panicked; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling relieved, he aimlessly reached for his dangerous oil-soaked rag and skillfully punched every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the fantastic pumpkin patch, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Purple Hair Car rolling up. It was Myshelle.
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As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at IHOP to pick up a MyshelleJiggy-pack of bananas, so he knew he was running late. With a skilful leap, Myshelle was out of the Purple Hair Car and went explosively jaunting toward Jiggy's front door. Meanwhile inside, Jiggy was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the Pillowinto a box of bananas and then slid the box behind his canoe. Jiggy was puzzled but at least the Pillowwas concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' Jiggy exotically purred. With a quick push, Myshelle opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some clueless rationality-deprived retard in a homemade car,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Jiggy assured him. Myshelle took a seat about two saucy furlongs from where Jiggy had hidden the Pillow. Jiggy turned red trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Myshelle was distracted. Heart filled with earnest fortitude, Jiggy noticed a stupid look on Myshelle's face. Myshelle slowly opened his mouth to speak.
'...What's that smell?'
Jiggy felt a stabbing pain in his shin when Myshelle asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the Pillowright by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A insensitive look started to form on Myshelle's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's wolverines from when she used to have pet legless puppies. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Myshelle nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Jiggy could react, Myshelle skillfully lunged toward the box and opened it. The Pillowwas plainly in view.
Myshelle stared at Jiggy for what what must've been five microseconds. Like a drunken sailor at happy hour, Jiggy groped explosively in Myshelle's direction, clearly desperate. Myshelle grabbed the Pillowand bolted for the door. It was locked. Jiggy let out a saucy chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Myshelle,' he rebuked. Jiggy always had been a little dimwitted, so Myshelle knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Jiggy did something crazy, like... start chucking ripened avocados at him or something. Before anyone could take off their pants, he gripped his Pillowtightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.
Jiggy looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Myshelle. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame eleven days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Myshelle. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Jiggy walked over to the window and looked down. Myshelle was gone.
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Just yonder, Myshelle was struggling to make his way through the magical cornfield behind Jiggy's place. Myshelle had severely hurt his love handle during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral rats suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the Pillow. One by one they latched on to Myshelle. Already weakened from his injury, Myshelle yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of rats running off with his Pillow.
About two hours later, Myshelle awoke, his prostate throbbing. It was dark and Myshelle did not know where he was. Deep in the mysterious fantastic pumpkin patch, Myshelle was exceedingly lost. Giggling like schoolgirl, he remembered that his Pillowwas taken by the rats. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a teensy rat emerged from the fantastic pumpkin patch. It was the alpha rat. Myshelle opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the rat sunk its teeth into Myshelle's taint. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Myshelle's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.
Less than eight miles away, Jiggy was entombed by anguish over the loss of the Pillow. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened dull pencil. With a heroic thrust, he buried it deeply into his taint. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Myshelle... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the Pillowthat had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant rats, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end. :'(
yes yes i know i think its cos i dont log out (even tho ur spose to)...man ur fones always off or u never answer...(tryna avoid me aren't u?) oh yeah and MSN wont let me on for some reason! take care!
let me be the 6th person tah comment u! lol. lookin gorgeous and pretty! so wat u talkin about u dont look pretty as those other gurls? lol. well u do look as pretty as those other gurls! jus hea droppin by a 10 for ya! cause u got really kute pictures! stay sweet and beautiful!
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