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On an early (and I mean EARLY) summer morning I step outside into the crisp, cool air. I ambled along the dewy grass until I reached a suspicious looking car parked on the road. Bright blue, but dented. I suspected it ran as well as the blender I shattered on the floor a fortnight ago. But I, Detective Spitsworth, was wrong.
I looked and saw that it was unlocked! So, being the stealthy sneaky fox that I am, and checked for an alarm system by throwing a rock at it, then running. When I heard no RRREEE EWWW REEE EWWWW echo my lunges toward the unfortunatly placed thorn bush, I meekly crawled out from my hiding place, cursing the thorns. Then, like a bullet, I flew into the car. Lucky for me the keys were still in the ignition. "Mwahahahaah." I heard my own voice cackle.
Before I knew it the keys were turned and the car was bolting down the highway like some weird, automative, wheeled, machine. I tried the steering wheel- but the car was out of control!! IT HAD A MIND OF ITS OWN!
I screamed in terror as it winded its way around the deserted streets (it's still very early) narrowly avoiding a couple trashcans and a chipmunk. Finally... the spazmonic car came to a halt. I opened my eyes and SCREAMED louder than a monkey on a frying pan. THE EVIL MACHINE HAD TAKEN ME TO THE (wait for it........... ok go!) ORTHODONIST! (dun.... dun......DUNNNNNN)
I knew it was the end. But I had to take it bravely.
It's 2 hours later and I'm still around. I guess you could say I took a liking to the devil car as it is once again parked at my house. My mouth is numb, but my will is strong! (ummm hmm.) But wait... it seems to be taking more effort than normal to type this rather long and pointless jourlam entory. Now i cna barlyy controlr mye ee ahnds... they be pulnig me to
myy unf unfinssd. unfinshed heallthh homwor- ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhdsioadnlkl ;ihjroaiehgitoesh;jstishgndfg *head bangs on keyboard* MUST-FIGHT- GAAAAHAHHH!!!
What will happen to our poor victim?? Tune in to the next exciting episode of DETECTICE SPITSWORTH AND HER EVIL INANIMITE OBJECTS THAT HAVE MINDS OF THEIR OWN! twisted
 ceritherabidpumpkin · Tue Jun 21, 2005 @ 02:37pm · 1 Comments |
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Raindrops keep falling on my maxilla. |
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Colors are kinda... eh... aren't they? Well, I tried to change that, but my evil computer decided to betray me and wouldn't let me do anything. If anyone knows how to change this please contact me!
Now over to my co-host, Pippin McGoatworthy. In other news, just joined a really awesome guild, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy A Harry Potter Guild! It is definatly like woot.
ceritherabidpumpkin · Mon May 02, 2005 @ 08:40pm · 1 Comments |
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