Omfg, I wrote that! (608 hits)
Category: NoneRating: -0.33 on 7 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by InkyFingers (View user info) at 2007-02-13 14:43:31 EST
Larry fell onto the sofa. The chips and remote joining immediately to keep him company and watch some good ole television. He flicked through the channels to his favorite, comedy central, and waited for chapelle show start up again. He pondered muting the comercial for litter box fill, but sometimes they were funny.
"Meh!" he thought, "nothing better to do."
Lifting the bag to his belly, and giving it a quick slam, it popped open (but no chips were destroyed) and he began to eat. But what he saw next immediately ceased his chewing. It ceased the crushing of saturated fats and heavy oils working their way toward his distended belly. It nearly stopped his heart: first with joy but then with quiet, dork rage.
Tow women in pajamas trotted onto the screen and began hitting one another with pillows.
Larry felt the scene was too familiar and stared at the screen. The two girls stopped their fighting and, word for word repeated a well-known (to Larry) scripted discussion about the modern state of feminism and the idea of women's acceptance in the mind of horn-ball writers.
Larry dropped the remote.
"The day is coming when we will not have to..." continued from his living room as Larry heaved himself off the sofa and toward his writing desk. It had fallen into some disarray, pushing overdue bills to the floor and runnaging through the drawers, he came accross a folder. And opening it to the last page, began recited along with the women form the commercial.
"WTF!" he thought, and immediately logged onto ubersite to buy advertisement time because his shit writing had achieved an impact otherwise unattainable for a fat slob like Larry.
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Narrator: *sound of knuckles cracking* time to pay Bart, bitches. This site costs money.
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Submitted by forthewin (user info) at 2007-02-13 23:13:27 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I'd like to just throw a +2 down for having it mentioned that someone met me in their dream.
I'm really not very squishy, but I'm told I give great hugs!!!
Submitted by Amontillado (user info) at 2007-02-13 21:56:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
In my experience, only Christians say wtf.
In part of a dream last night I met forthewin (yes, I know how sad that sounds). He was soft and squishy. I'm thinking it was really my pillow.
Maybe I should take an uberbreak, a week would do me some good.
Submitted by chuckdoggydogg (user info) at 2007-02-13 17:50:09 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Don't Bother (-2) What would possibly be the point of reading this?
Submitted by Luther (user info) at 2007-02-13 15:43:18 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
Has anyone ever really thought, or said for that matter, WTF? Not what the fuck, but actually said/ thought "W, T, F"?!
I personally don't think it would bring as much satisfaction of muttering a phrase including the word "fuck." Always makes me feel a little better....
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2007-02-13 15:40:06 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
solid +0
Submitted by forthewin (user info) at 2007-02-13 15:16:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Um?
Submitted by aldenso (user info) at 2007-02-13 14:59:24 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
They said the same thing about Urkle; that little snot. Boy I'd like
to smack that kid.
-- Homer Simpson
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