Conquer Club

oVo wrote:

jonesthecurl wrote:"Twit" I meant, and "twit" is what I meant to say.
A twit is someone who looks foolish through their actions, though they'll probably never realise it.
A twat is, well, nastier.

Wow, whoever asked "please dress your beaver up as Santa"?

jonesthecurl wrote:

oVo wrote:

jonesthecurl wrote:"Twit" I meant, and "twit" is what I meant to say.
A twit is someone who looks foolish through their actions, though they'll probably never realise it.
A twat is, well, nastier.

Wow, whoever asked "please dress your beaver up as Santa"?

If I like it, I like it - what business is it of yours?

Let's see. Bad boys (and girl) take to the woods to build their own flaming fire, decrying the city folks the whole way. "Come follow us," they say. "We're totally free," they claim. In the end, less than 600 souls don backpacks of scatalogical thesarus and dictionary and head off to the woods, leaving thousands in the city in peace.

For a while the city folk could see the dim shadow of flaming campfires in the woods. Soon however a mist drew over the canopy of trees, and the flames were lost to sight completely, except for an occasional puff of smoke.

Every once and a while, a few city folk would pack a lunch and head off into the woods to see what they could see. All they could see were the trees and bees, the flora and fawna, with a faint smell of burning wood here and there. Once someone found the thesarus and dictionary stolen from the library and returned them to where they belonged.

The small lake in the woods has become a favorite spot for picnics for the city folks. Such peace.

mpjh wrote:Let's see. Bad boys (and girl) take to the woods to build their own flaming fire, decrying the city folks the whole way. "Come follow us," they say. "We're totally free," they claim. In the end, less than 600 souls don backpacks of scatalogical thesarus and dictionary and head off to the woods, leaving thousands in the city in peace.

For a while the city folk could see the dim shadow of flaming campfires in the woods. Soon however a mist drew over the canopy of trees, and the flames were lost to sight completely, except for an occasional puff of smoke.

Every once and a while, a few city folk would pack a lunch and head off into the woods to see what they could see. All they could see were the trees and bees, the flora and fawna, with a faint smell of burning wood here and there. Once someone found the thesarus and dictionary stolen from the library and returned them to where they belonged.

The small lake in the woods has become a favorite spot for picnics for the city folks. Such peace.

2/10.

Overall: Lame story, but the grammar wasn't bad.

Oddly enough all the beavers in the vicinity of the enclave are dressed as Santa.

They found a few empty turtle shells in the woods by the campfire remains. Looked like someone had turtle soup.

Maybe they were playing Risk? I've heard turtle soup occasionally happens
when you play that game.

I remember this one time, as a child, I wanted to go play soccer with some of the older kids. They let me come along, but completely ignored me for the entire time. It was like I wasn't even there at all. About 20 minutes into the game, one of the older kids kicked the ball over some guy's fence, and into his yard. This crotchety old bastard came out, grabbed the ball, yelled something incoherent, and went back into his house with the ball. I laughed and laughed, all the way home. A couple years later, I found out that the older boys had merely gone to get another ball, and went to a field a few blocks over. Still, it didn't change the sense of satisfaction I felt in the heat of my butt hurt little childish moment.

Sorry to go so off topic like that. I'm not sure what came over me.

lol

Once upon a time, there was an ugly barnacle. He was so ugly that everyone died!


The end.

And there is no boggie man under your bed -- I checked.

mpjh wrote:8-) lol

It's good to be able to laugh at oneself.



Let's laugh together.

See, I told you he wasn't under your bed.

Once upon a time there was a small child. He saw some adults had pretty colours on their name and he wanted some too. One day the adults got so tired of his whining they decided to give him a coloured name too. they made it the most insignificant one they could, just to keep the little boy happy.

This little boy didn't get on with the other kids on the block. They laughed at him and called him names. Now he had a coloured name they'd have to like him, right? Well they didn't, but he got his revenge when the adults kicked the other kids out of the house for snorting coke off a prostitute's nipples. He was still intrigued though (he never got to play with nipples) so he used to spy on the other kids' new hangout. One day, though, he went to the usual place and there was nothing there. Although he was sad because he couldn't see nipples any more, he loudly shouted "haha, I've won!"

The other kids didn't listen or care - they'd just found some tabs of acid, a deserted schoolhouse and persuaded the Hilton sisters to join them.


Gotta love allegory.

Actually, if you hung in that neighborhood a bit longer, you would know he married one of the prostitutes, they have a kid and are happy in a peaceful neighborhood.

mpjh wrote:Actually, if you hung in that neighborhood a bit longer, you would know he married one of the prostitutes, they have a kid and are happy in a peaceful neighborhood.

I know - where do you think she is right now? No really, better go check...

She with him every moment.

mpjh wrote:She with him every moment.

So let me get this straight - the unpopular knobhead married the prostitute whose nipples the cool kids snorted charlie off. Now the prostitute is with him all the time.

Some questions:
1 Was/Is this a financial arrangement or a relationship born out of love?
2 Did/Does she have any STDs?
3 Has she stopped selling herself on the streets?
4 How did they meet?
5 Why is she with him all the time? Isn't that a bit scary?
6 What job does the dweeb do?
7 Have you ever had a girlfriend mpjh?