So I decided to write a story,

[mythicaljake]

Me & my brother had a spliff of cannabis together last night, so whilst listening to Bob Marley and watching Family Guy I decided to write a story. Normally when I'm sobre I write very surreal stories anywho, and I found the weed adds fuel to the fire of my imagination.
I know this topic goes on far too long... But please take some time to read it :]

There's something in my ear, but sadly my eyes are on the roof and I cannot see what it is. However, luckily for me a ferret has driven up on my shoulder on a motorbike and ferrets in these lands of the Porcupine-Mushroom are renowned for their keen eyesight... As well as their custard underwear.
'There is a rainbow in your ear, my darling friend George," uttered the ferret in a green voice. I don't know why he called me George when my name is Mildred but alas some mysteries will always be hidden in the stomache of the universe.
'A rainbow, you say?' I said, 'I find this a large letdown. I was expecting my brother to be inside there; he climbed in my ear about a week ago to look for his beachtowell and hasn't come out since,'
'I am afraid to tell you this James, but your brother has been adopted by a pack of wolves who have made residence in your cerebellum. There is only one way to rescue him,' the ferret trailed off there.
I waited in anticipation for the ferret's next sentence, but I was surprised to find that he instead took a seed out of his coat pocket. He subsequently walked along my shoulder and shoved the seed quite forcefully in my ear. This action made me jump, and I spasmed from it; knocking the ferret clean off my shoulder.
'What in smoochyboingzing's name was that?! I-' I would've completed my sentence, but I felt a sudden pain in my head. I fell to my knees and clamped my hands to my head at the pain. I started to think I was coming down with a scampduluriously bad migrane, but I suddenly felt something from inside my ear pushing at my hand. I raised my head a little bit, and I felt this strange object pushing further out. Eventually, I felt the object fall out of my ear in its entirety and an auberchine fell onto the ground next to me. For a moment a wave of exporient relief flushed over me as the auberchine had gotten rid of my headache on leaving my ear.
I was subsequently shocked to discover that the pain returned to me about ten seconds later, and I felt several other auberchines fall out out of my ears!
I looked up at the sun to find that the glowing sapkadious ball was having an argument with a flying giraffe. I couldn't quite understand what they were saying, but I heard the sun something about the giraffe stealing his shoes and the giraffe replying by saying he sold them to a moose named Bertha.
When I looked down again, I found myself half-buried in a pile of Auberchines and they were still falling out of my ears thick and fast! I noticed the ferret was still nearby, laughing his head off at my surreal misfortune. His amusement at my predicament angered me and I felt the urge to say something.
'What kind of witchcraft have you bestowed upon me, foul ferret?' I cried out admist the falling auberchines.
The ferret continued to giggle, 'you are a fool. I am no zagerous ferret!' He yelled at me. He lifted his arms up in the air, and started to glow with a blinding light like a winged fish eating breakfast cereal.
Before my eyes, the ferret began to change! Within a few short miligalzumes, the ferret had turned into a quite elusive monster. It had a writhing curved body covered in tentacles and a head covered in green hair and with an anteater's nose that swung from side to side with every wriggle of this creature's body. In its new form, it stood almost twice as high as me.
I lay on my knees, half-buried in auberchines (which had now stopped falling from my ears, FYI), giving shocked looks of disbelief at this hideous creature. It looked at me back but with a look of mischief and hicklorise upon its face.
'And now Edmund,' it began with both a shade of malice and dark amusement in its voice, 'we are going to have some fun!' It slowly walked towards me with a smirk upon its face that asked me if I wanted a cup of tea... Given the circumstances I declined, as the creature came slowly further towards me.
I was violated that night.

[Gatling]

Tetrahydrocannibinol doesn't add to your creativity, fucktard.

[darknessdweller]

Stories are meant for your blog dumbass.

[HungarianSupermarket]

At 9/14/08 09:26 AM, mythicaljake wrote: I write very surreal stories

Wow, you are like, so deep man, so deep.

[Gatling]

Also: Your story sucks and is funny because the amount of fail it contains. Writing down random words and forming a sentence isn't a story.

[mythicaljake]

At 9/14/08 09:40 AM, HungarianSupermarket wrote: Wow, you are like, so deep man, so deep.

Did I once say that I was trying to be deep? This is merely just a word of surrealism. Nothing more.

At 9/14/08 09:41 AM, Gatling wrote: Writing down random words and forming a sentence isn't a story.

It had a concept to it and a series of events to it, and therefore is a story. Please check your definitions.