Disclaimer:: I don't own sheep. Not even one. ::sob:: buuut. I heard that
they get annoying.
By the way - I'm kitty mella! And I'll be your psychotic entertainer for
the day! ^-^
SILENCER OF THE LAMBS.
Twas 11:48 PM at night (no kidding.) on a hazy Sunday. The guy in Silence of the Lams hadn't gotten muchO sleep the past few days. for when he closed his eyes and was on the verge of slumber, all he heard was::
BAAA BAAAAAAAA BAAAAAA. BAAAAAA BAAA BAAAAAAAA. BAAA BAA BA BA BAAA BAAA BA. BA BA BA?
Mumbling obscenities, he stumbled out of the bathtub and crawled into the pasture screamin "SHUT UP YA DUMB SHEEP! YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING PRE-SWEATERS! STOP YER BLEATIN AND EAT SOME BACON OR SOMETHING!!!"
Nearby, the piggies looked extremely worried. and began plottin their escape route.
Grumbling about how he was gonna be up all night, he wandered back into the kitchen and began ironing his underpants. (welpz - HE HAD NOTHING BETTER TO DO, OKAY??? IS THAT ALRIGHT??? DUH! MAN! UGH! DUDE! FO SHIZZLE!)
He fell asleep standing up, but awoke suddenly to some major bleating again. Angrily, he stormed out the front door screamin "SHUSH! SHUSH! THE COWS KANT SLEEP CUZ OF YOU DIRTY BLANKETS! SHUSH! SHUSH! THE CHICKENS ARE HAVIN HEART ATTACKS!" and promptly banged his head on the pipe that wasn't there.
Rocking back and forth with his ears plugged, he silently sang to himself a song from childhood memories. "something something. Worthy is the laaaaamb. Worthy is the laaaaamb." While praying, not realizing that this song would be his downfall. BUM BUM BUM!
He curled up onto the floor and tried to get to sleep, unknowing the fate that would befall him. He had not bothered to look out the window where the sheep were gathering closer and closer holding DEADLY SHARP BLADES- of grass. o.O
TO BE CONTINUED!!!
Haha. duncha hate cliffhangers? ^_~*
SILENCER OF THE LAMBS.
Twas 11:48 PM at night (no kidding.) on a hazy Sunday. The guy in Silence of the Lams hadn't gotten muchO sleep the past few days. for when he closed his eyes and was on the verge of slumber, all he heard was::
BAAA BAAAAAAAA BAAAAAA. BAAAAAA BAAA BAAAAAAAA. BAAA BAA BA BA BAAA BAAA BA. BA BA BA?
Mumbling obscenities, he stumbled out of the bathtub and crawled into the pasture screamin "SHUT UP YA DUMB SHEEP! YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING PRE-SWEATERS! STOP YER BLEATIN AND EAT SOME BACON OR SOMETHING!!!"
Nearby, the piggies looked extremely worried. and began plottin their escape route.
Grumbling about how he was gonna be up all night, he wandered back into the kitchen and began ironing his underpants. (welpz - HE HAD NOTHING BETTER TO DO, OKAY??? IS THAT ALRIGHT??? DUH! MAN! UGH! DUDE! FO SHIZZLE!)
He fell asleep standing up, but awoke suddenly to some major bleating again. Angrily, he stormed out the front door screamin "SHUSH! SHUSH! THE COWS KANT SLEEP CUZ OF YOU DIRTY BLANKETS! SHUSH! SHUSH! THE CHICKENS ARE HAVIN HEART ATTACKS!" and promptly banged his head on the pipe that wasn't there.
Rocking back and forth with his ears plugged, he silently sang to himself a song from childhood memories. "something something. Worthy is the laaaaamb. Worthy is the laaaaamb." While praying, not realizing that this song would be his downfall. BUM BUM BUM!
He curled up onto the floor and tried to get to sleep, unknowing the fate that would befall him. He had not bothered to look out the window where the sheep were gathering closer and closer holding DEADLY SHARP BLADES- of grass. o.O
TO BE CONTINUED!!!
Haha. duncha hate cliffhangers? ^_~*