7 Forum Posts by "Blank7"
Actually, it was my post. And I put effort into thinking of a reasonable solution to this situation, there's no need to be a dick and make fun of me.
Just don't post if you KNOW that your post is just stupidity.
At 2/26/11 11:22 PM, Oolaph wrote: Maybe you should have sex with the fat kid. More cushion for the pushin'?
I said make it funny. But that was just.. Gay.
It's my post, I thought I'll find the "Delete this post" around here.
At 2/26/11 11:17 PM, Floofs wrote: Call dad to drive this fat kid home. I would do this.
Thanks for being a little serious with this post.
How do I get my cousin Ismeal out of here, so me and my brother can smoke, and go downtown.. Sounds messed up, but he messed up our plan just by ringing that door bell. Let's Brainstorm.
1. I can tell him to get out. Plain and simple.
2. Pushed him out (doubt that'll work; a little fat)
3. Persuade him to leave (he barely knows English)
4. Leave the house, Run as fast as you can.
5. "I'm going to my friend's house" (for what?)
Okay, let's get serious.
1. A fake phone call of your friend, saying "come to his/her house"
2. Just leave with him, he'll go home eventually
3. Go to sleep. He'll probably just go home.
4. Change to your pajamas. He'll get the message that we're NOT leaving.
5. Call dad to drive this fat kid home.
Everyone reading this post. Please choose what number I should do; or you can come up with your own suggestion. If you can, make it funny.
What does a robot eat for its birthday?" asked Al. Obama cringed yet stared shitting a midget because Adolf Hitler's butt was crawling with Jewish syphilis. And suddenly lesbians appeared!
"Fire the cannons, bitches!"
Adolf played with his pale wrinkly affidavit as Asian businessmen filed reports on Zen-Buddhism.
"You are a moron." said Bob, right after a vigorous morning swim in a shark-filled Iranian bank that's frozen.
"Whatever man I'm just keepin' it realer than a cake in a dirty hospital."
Bob smirked. "Silly lady, tricks are for my sock puppets!"
With diabetes, comes great ass cancer and cake filled with human hands and responsibility.
"Yo, Bobby," spurted an Asian businessman, "I gotta shit now."
Feces exploded while he reminisced about last night, and its stench lingered for hours. Clogged toilet made him only madder. The plunger was stuck tightly inside Al's round gauged ear. Hundreds of flies were exploding with pus-filled boners shooting democratic jews. The flies were unaware that they were really desperate for some attention. He wiped Andrew Jackson with the toilet paper
Here it goes.
I wake up in a... *sniff* sniff*... A dumpster, not knowing what just happened, or how long I've been here. I do still remember my name, and everything else like places and things, but the rest of my memory is blank. I'm starting to think I was here since I was a baby, but I already have my cloths on (a black sweater, with jeans., and sneakers). I open the dumpster just a little bit, just to peak out, and I notice I'm in an alley, of New York City. But something's wrong here.. Where are the people? I'm probably not in a highly populated area, so I get out, and start walking. When I get to the street, the first thing I notice is the weather. It's cloudy.. Very cloudy, in fact, dark gray. But the thing that bothered me the most is the population.. Empty. No cars, no people.. Just me.
I can continue, but I'm not sure if this is even good enough.
What am I missing?
I need you guy's opinion on it. Feel free to say it sucks. My main question is:
A good beginning to a story, or what?
