Me and my sister were hanging out. She saw me typing and decided to proof read my story. I had ended it with, "After Simon had told me about the..." She decided to finish it. This is what happened:
"After Simon had told me about the buttocks, I cried a little. We made out twice and then I had gone to bed. But I didn’t sleep. I was up all night thinking about these wonderful stories about buttocks. Round ones, flat ones, beautiful, beautiful buttocks. Then he had kissed me? I don’t understand men."
Then after some considerationg she added to the end: "Am I a lesbian?" To the end of the paragraph.
I then typed a sentence and told I told her to finish it. The sentance started as, "I pulled out my gun, pointing it at the..."
This is what she came up with:
"I pulled out my gun, pointing it at the ad for the aerobic workout machine on the television. I screamed and shot the T.V. twelve consecutive times. I then screamed,
“Am I not good enough for you, smiling, fit women? I don’t want your darn beautiful, fit, sexy bodies! I don’t want your awesome, superb butts! I will live my life alone!”
The police then rolled in and took me away. I never saw that commercial again."
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My sister is weird. She now wants to type a whole story so... ya... I will post that when it is finish.
(She wants to be a writer...)
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Random Book of Random
RandomMy friend, @Jinxx-ed , convinced me to make this. It's going to be about the inner depths of my soul, and what I choose to share with you. It's mostly going to be me messing around and sharing my feelings with you. That's about it.....
