I would first of all like to KHAAAA @ fanfiction for in two words 'buggering up' this story. In short, no one could read it cos for some STOOPID reason the it wouldn't OPEN, god damn! This reminds me of bad things, like Paige. Anyway. Repost. Some new bits, not many. Enjoy... again.
Disc: I DO own Charmed - whadd'ya say to THAT?!?!
PS - I don't really own Charmed. Please don't sue.
NOTE: Any similartiy to an actualy episode of Charmed is entirely a coincidence, and is not a result of me writing this while watching Charmed... I think I made my point.
ONE GOOD CHARMED STORY. OH WAIT I LIED!
A 'sort of' continuation of Charmed-O-Rama. Except with a crapper name. And that it doesn't start where "O-Rama" left off (remember - with the "Get out of the milk!" thingy? No? Well screw you then!).
Chapateros Unos: Gettin' Jibbed By The Enemy
Phoebe was sitting in the book-lender (A/N *look Stephanie I learned!*: Phoebe's vocabulary has been used here, but a definition will be included in brackets for those who are too intellectually superior to understand her childish ramblings - therefore - book-lender = library) 'studying her ass off'. She squeaked her pink (but sadly, not fluffy) highlighter over the page noisily and began stuffing her little candy-assed face with crisps.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said to the girl at the next table who was now staring at her, "but, you know, I'm just so darn greedy! Oh, and I'm not really sorry. Bye!" Phoebe skipped out.
The girl, who turned out also to be retarded, went to get another book, holding her finger in the one she was using to keep her place, but then realised she'd have to actually get her fat ass up, so just forgetting it.
Phoebe flounced down the steps of the book-lender (and not even having been lent any books!) singing to herself: "Let my love show you there's a brighter day-"
"Ha!" some random guy shouted to her across the street, "Maybe if you had a boyfriend!" he ran away giggling like a schoolgirl. After being too stoopid (stupid. Come on - you had to get THAT one!) to see the insult, Phoebe bounced onwards.
* * *
Back at the f*ck-off pink mansion, Prue was brushing her teeth in the bathroom, while shouting to Piper who was in the shower.
"So I CAN come in there then?" Prue shreiked shrilly, like some sort of deranged... deranged person.
Then Piper entered. "Prue! What the f*ck are you doing?" she yelled, hitting Prue with the metal baseball bat that somehow materialised in her hand. "Thanks KT," she shouted in acknowledgement of my kindness of providing her with the Prue-hitting instrument. It was no problemo, Piper!
Leo yanked back the shower curtain. "Piper!" he yelped. "What are you doing here?" Piper looked bewildered that her was more shocked to see his wife than Prue.
Prue spat out her toothpaste in an extremely unattractive manner. "Nice orbs! she spluttered.
"Well I'll tell you one thing I'm NOT doing anymore! You!" Piper snapped and stormed out. Burn! Way to go Piper!
Prue stepped forward shyly. "I'll do you!" she fluttered her eyelashes and shook her... hair.
* * *
Piper was fuming in the kitchen, chopping carrots amongst other things which would bring sudden death if made into a potion, when Phoebe hopped in. "Hey Panpipes!" she said cheerily.
"Gyyyeah I just hate Prue so much!"
"Gyyyeah bad or gyyyeah good?" Phoebe frowned. "Hey do we have any S Club 7 cds?"
"Bad, and I wish" Piper replied, sighing.
Phoebe yawned. "So there's this ghost at the book-lender".
'Huh,' Piper thought, 'I bet that "ghost" hasn't even died yet'. Aloud, she said "Really?" in the most bored sounding voice ever.
"So how do you tell someone it's the end of their life?" Phoebe axed (asked).
"Easy - like this: it's the end of your life." Piper smiled maliciously then plunged the knife which materialised in her hand into Phoebe's stomache. "Thanks KT!" she shouted to the roof. No problemo, vixen Piper!
Phoebe was by now coughing blood. "Thanks... sis..." she choked out, "that really... helped!" and she fell to the floor, before physically dragging herself out.
Piper began to whistle. She was in a good mood.
* * *
Prue wandered into the sitting room where Phoebe was immersed in the Evil Book (Book of Shadows), and also in 'staunching the bleeding'. "What're you doing, Pixie?" she asked good humouredly.
Phoebe clipped Prue's nose in the 'BOS'. "I think it's obvious, that I am looking up a spell to disappear my Demon!"
Prue rubbed her bleeding nose. "Owie!" she said, and walked away.
"I'm home!" Piper yelled, slamming the door angrily behind her, although she wasn't angry at all. In fact, when did Piper even leave the house? Honestly - I have NO control over these buffoons whatsoever! Anyway, Prue and Phoebe grabbed her, spun her around and almost shoved her out the door again. "Woah where're we going?" she yelped.
"Just shut up and walk," Prue yelled, jibbing (which is like... poking) the knife into Piper's back.
"Who the f*ck's that?" Piper screamed at the random girl in her house.
"That's Phoebe, silly!" Prue laughed.
"Oh yeah."
They went out. Fine. Don't say bye then. B*tches.
* * *
They meandered into the library. Phoebe picked up a book and promptly got sucked into a portal.
"Oh, nice one," Piper moaned, "woolly pink idiot that she is. Well, go in and save her with the spell that all of us learnt off by heart and only need the power of one to use. Go on. Get!"
Prue astral-p'd out.
* * *
And astral-p'd into the... basement? "Oh please!" she griped, "What kind of evil demon hideout is this?" Then she saw the demon raise his big hella sceptre thingy and attempt to lob Phoebe's head off. He missed. "Damn," Prue yelped, "you missed, you big lunk! Oh well, may as well vanquish you with the spell that all of us learnt off by heart and only need the power of one to use."
"Good idea!" said Phoebe, not thinking for a second that... no, wait, just not thinking.
"Demon of evilness be vanquished!" Prue yelled and the demon f*cked off. Now why couldn't Phoebe have done that in the first place, instead of tiring poor Prue out by making her assssstral project and use 'precious-Prue' energy? Did I just say that?
"Well that was... um..." Prue couldn't be bothered even pretending to like Phoebe, so astralled out. Thank god, thought she was never gonna leave. Phoebe mosied out after her.
* * *
In the street, Prue rushed over to some random guy and engaged herself in conversation. She called him Mr Wilson, but it was obvious he had never seen her in his life. She talked about some kid he'd had who had been murdered, and he pretended to go along with her. But it didn't mean he had to be nice about it!
"Are you okay, Mr Wilson?" Prue asked, unaware of the disgusting odour coming from her... hair.
Slowly, he looked at the three of them, wearing all their stoopid clothes. "No. I just realised she's still dead!" he shouted and slapped them all. Crying, the three Chosen-Ones-Who-Are-All-Powerful-And-Fearless ran away in terror.
Piper ducked into P3 while Phoebe and Prue went back to the f*ck off pink mansion. Prue plonked her ass in front of the TV while Phoebe began to talk to herself. Then Prue chloroformed Phoebe randomly, piled her into their jeep which is taller than them and sped her off to P3.
* * *
"I signed dad's card." Phoebe said when she'd came to.
Piper held it up for Prue to sign.
"No," Prue said, "I'm way too cool."
"Fine," Piper said huffily, then sneakily turned around and scralwed 'Proo' on the card. "Heh heh," she giggled, "not only do I get to spite Prue, but I also make her look like a retard who can't spell her own name!"
It was nine PM and way past Phoebe's bed time, so Piper closed up the club and they went home hand in hand.
Overall, it was a good day.
Da da!!! See what I have to do make Charmed even more amusing?? Can you guess which episode that was NOT based on and any siliarities were entiely coincidental? Can ya? Can ya???
*hates fanfiction at the moment*
Disc: I DO own Charmed - whadd'ya say to THAT?!?!
PS - I don't really own Charmed. Please don't sue.
NOTE: Any similartiy to an actualy episode of Charmed is entirely a coincidence, and is not a result of me writing this while watching Charmed... I think I made my point.
ONE GOOD CHARMED STORY. OH WAIT I LIED!
A 'sort of' continuation of Charmed-O-Rama. Except with a crapper name. And that it doesn't start where "O-Rama" left off (remember - with the "Get out of the milk!" thingy? No? Well screw you then!).
Chapateros Unos: Gettin' Jibbed By The Enemy
Phoebe was sitting in the book-lender (A/N *look Stephanie I learned!*: Phoebe's vocabulary has been used here, but a definition will be included in brackets for those who are too intellectually superior to understand her childish ramblings - therefore - book-lender = library) 'studying her ass off'. She squeaked her pink (but sadly, not fluffy) highlighter over the page noisily and began stuffing her little candy-assed face with crisps.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said to the girl at the next table who was now staring at her, "but, you know, I'm just so darn greedy! Oh, and I'm not really sorry. Bye!" Phoebe skipped out.
The girl, who turned out also to be retarded, went to get another book, holding her finger in the one she was using to keep her place, but then realised she'd have to actually get her fat ass up, so just forgetting it.
Phoebe flounced down the steps of the book-lender (and not even having been lent any books!) singing to herself: "Let my love show you there's a brighter day-"
"Ha!" some random guy shouted to her across the street, "Maybe if you had a boyfriend!" he ran away giggling like a schoolgirl. After being too stoopid (stupid. Come on - you had to get THAT one!) to see the insult, Phoebe bounced onwards.
* * *
Back at the f*ck-off pink mansion, Prue was brushing her teeth in the bathroom, while shouting to Piper who was in the shower.
"So I CAN come in there then?" Prue shreiked shrilly, like some sort of deranged... deranged person.
Then Piper entered. "Prue! What the f*ck are you doing?" she yelled, hitting Prue with the metal baseball bat that somehow materialised in her hand. "Thanks KT," she shouted in acknowledgement of my kindness of providing her with the Prue-hitting instrument. It was no problemo, Piper!
Leo yanked back the shower curtain. "Piper!" he yelped. "What are you doing here?" Piper looked bewildered that her was more shocked to see his wife than Prue.
Prue spat out her toothpaste in an extremely unattractive manner. "Nice orbs! she spluttered.
"Well I'll tell you one thing I'm NOT doing anymore! You!" Piper snapped and stormed out. Burn! Way to go Piper!
Prue stepped forward shyly. "I'll do you!" she fluttered her eyelashes and shook her... hair.
* * *
Piper was fuming in the kitchen, chopping carrots amongst other things which would bring sudden death if made into a potion, when Phoebe hopped in. "Hey Panpipes!" she said cheerily.
"Gyyyeah I just hate Prue so much!"
"Gyyyeah bad or gyyyeah good?" Phoebe frowned. "Hey do we have any S Club 7 cds?"
"Bad, and I wish" Piper replied, sighing.
Phoebe yawned. "So there's this ghost at the book-lender".
'Huh,' Piper thought, 'I bet that "ghost" hasn't even died yet'. Aloud, she said "Really?" in the most bored sounding voice ever.
"So how do you tell someone it's the end of their life?" Phoebe axed (asked).
"Easy - like this: it's the end of your life." Piper smiled maliciously then plunged the knife which materialised in her hand into Phoebe's stomache. "Thanks KT!" she shouted to the roof. No problemo, vixen Piper!
Phoebe was by now coughing blood. "Thanks... sis..." she choked out, "that really... helped!" and she fell to the floor, before physically dragging herself out.
Piper began to whistle. She was in a good mood.
* * *
Prue wandered into the sitting room where Phoebe was immersed in the Evil Book (Book of Shadows), and also in 'staunching the bleeding'. "What're you doing, Pixie?" she asked good humouredly.
Phoebe clipped Prue's nose in the 'BOS'. "I think it's obvious, that I am looking up a spell to disappear my Demon!"
Prue rubbed her bleeding nose. "Owie!" she said, and walked away.
"I'm home!" Piper yelled, slamming the door angrily behind her, although she wasn't angry at all. In fact, when did Piper even leave the house? Honestly - I have NO control over these buffoons whatsoever! Anyway, Prue and Phoebe grabbed her, spun her around and almost shoved her out the door again. "Woah where're we going?" she yelped.
"Just shut up and walk," Prue yelled, jibbing (which is like... poking) the knife into Piper's back.
"Who the f*ck's that?" Piper screamed at the random girl in her house.
"That's Phoebe, silly!" Prue laughed.
"Oh yeah."
They went out. Fine. Don't say bye then. B*tches.
* * *
They meandered into the library. Phoebe picked up a book and promptly got sucked into a portal.
"Oh, nice one," Piper moaned, "woolly pink idiot that she is. Well, go in and save her with the spell that all of us learnt off by heart and only need the power of one to use. Go on. Get!"
Prue astral-p'd out.
* * *
And astral-p'd into the... basement? "Oh please!" she griped, "What kind of evil demon hideout is this?" Then she saw the demon raise his big hella sceptre thingy and attempt to lob Phoebe's head off. He missed. "Damn," Prue yelped, "you missed, you big lunk! Oh well, may as well vanquish you with the spell that all of us learnt off by heart and only need the power of one to use."
"Good idea!" said Phoebe, not thinking for a second that... no, wait, just not thinking.
"Demon of evilness be vanquished!" Prue yelled and the demon f*cked off. Now why couldn't Phoebe have done that in the first place, instead of tiring poor Prue out by making her assssstral project and use 'precious-Prue' energy? Did I just say that?
"Well that was... um..." Prue couldn't be bothered even pretending to like Phoebe, so astralled out. Thank god, thought she was never gonna leave. Phoebe mosied out after her.
* * *
In the street, Prue rushed over to some random guy and engaged herself in conversation. She called him Mr Wilson, but it was obvious he had never seen her in his life. She talked about some kid he'd had who had been murdered, and he pretended to go along with her. But it didn't mean he had to be nice about it!
"Are you okay, Mr Wilson?" Prue asked, unaware of the disgusting odour coming from her... hair.
Slowly, he looked at the three of them, wearing all their stoopid clothes. "No. I just realised she's still dead!" he shouted and slapped them all. Crying, the three Chosen-Ones-Who-Are-All-Powerful-And-Fearless ran away in terror.
Piper ducked into P3 while Phoebe and Prue went back to the f*ck off pink mansion. Prue plonked her ass in front of the TV while Phoebe began to talk to herself. Then Prue chloroformed Phoebe randomly, piled her into their jeep which is taller than them and sped her off to P3.
* * *
"I signed dad's card." Phoebe said when she'd came to.
Piper held it up for Prue to sign.
"No," Prue said, "I'm way too cool."
"Fine," Piper said huffily, then sneakily turned around and scralwed 'Proo' on the card. "Heh heh," she giggled, "not only do I get to spite Prue, but I also make her look like a retard who can't spell her own name!"
It was nine PM and way past Phoebe's bed time, so Piper closed up the club and they went home hand in hand.
Overall, it was a good day.
Da da!!! See what I have to do make Charmed even more amusing?? Can you guess which episode that was NOT based on and any siliarities were entiely coincidental? Can ya? Can ya???
*hates fanfiction at the moment*