Stupidity is described in Webster's Dictionary as ....*flip flip* "The act or being of stupid."
Now, I will be displaying... well... in writing, of course... a daily... erm.... day in the life
of a stupid person. Well.... five actually. Take a small guess who they are. Go on, guess. The
winner might get a new car! Wellsir, on with the story. It starts in a quiet New York apartment
building...
~Your life is always stuck in second gear...~
A.C.P: Wrong show!
Eevee: Ooops... Sorry.
A.C.P: *sigh* Anyway, get on with it.
Quatre Winner and Trowa Barton are sitting alone in a small apartment, staring at the wall
Quatre: I wonder what happens to you when you die...
Trowa: Well, you get buried, some have funerals, and there's the occasion when a necrofeliac finds
your grave.
Quatre: Wow. That must suck.
A banging at the door
Quatre: Oh no... Is he at it again?
Trowa: Dammit... we just washed the door...
Quatre: Mabye we can stop him before it happens again.
Gets out of the recliner and walks towards the door
Quatre: Get the Kleenex and stain remover ready.
Trowa: Ready.
Quatre opens the door to reveal Heero ...well... banging the door
Quatre: Stop.
Heero: Ack! Um.... sorry....
Quatre: Come on in. You're probably thirsty.
Heero: Boy howdy.
Trowa: Pull your pants up first.
Heero glances down and zips up his pants
Trowa: Thank you... Good God... why do you do that every week?
Heero: Why not?
Quatre: Because your taking off the finish.
Heero: ...Oh.... hehe.... Sorry.
Quatre: Errgh. So, where's Duo been? I haven't seen him around lately.
Heero: Oh he's out with Hilde again.
(HAHA!!!! That's five! Tricked you! Who had that combination? NO ONE!!! I didn't hand any out!!)
Quatre: Ah. How's that going anyway?
Heero: I dodn't think that it's gonna end too well.
Trowa: I don't think it's gonna end. Remember that day he bunked here with Hilde and used your
room?
Quatre: Ah yes. I beat you in Rock, Paper, Scissors and you had to sleep in the living room.
Trowa: ....That's not the part I wanted you to remember.
Quatre: Then what?
Trowa: You know. The event we deemed the parade.
Quatre: Ah yes.
Heero: Why call it the parade?
Quatre: As in "It was about as loud as."
Heero whistles
Trowa: Yup. Both are screamers, apparently.
Heero: I'm his roommate. My bedroom's quite close to the parade route.
A.C.P: CUT!!!! Eevee... You took that from Friends.
Eevee: What's your point?
A.C.P: That's illegal. There's no more of that in here, right?
Eevee: Oh, of course. There's no more stuff like that in this fic.
A.C.P: Good. ACTION!
Quatre: Now three scantily clad females will appear and dance all funny.
This happens
A.C.P: *Slaps hand to face* cut...
Eevee: What's the matter?
A.C.P: That's a really bad interpretation of a movie by Quintin Tarrentino.
Eevee: I don't think it's all that bad.
A.C.P: I don't care. Cut it.
Eevee: Oh.. Fine.
A.C.P: ACTION!
Qautre: Heeeeeeeeeeey Boo-boo...
A.C.P: CUT!!!!!!! EERRRRGH!!!!
Eevee: What?
A.C.P: Why did you think that you could put that in there?
Eevee: Ohhhhhhh.... pweesee can I keep it in thewe?
A.C.P: Godamn... that ain't fair. Fine.... ACTION!
Quatre: No chance I'm doing that again.
A.C.P: Good. Just continue.
Heero: Just continue sounds like...
All three: JUST COMMUNICATION!!!!
Just Communication starts blaring out and they all start to dance again
A.C.P: I give up...
Eevee: I knew it would happen eventually.
A.C.P: Oh, shut up.
Now, I will be displaying... well... in writing, of course... a daily... erm.... day in the life
of a stupid person. Well.... five actually. Take a small guess who they are. Go on, guess. The
winner might get a new car! Wellsir, on with the story. It starts in a quiet New York apartment
building...
~Your life is always stuck in second gear...~
A.C.P: Wrong show!
Eevee: Ooops... Sorry.
A.C.P: *sigh* Anyway, get on with it.
Quatre Winner and Trowa Barton are sitting alone in a small apartment, staring at the wall
Quatre: I wonder what happens to you when you die...
Trowa: Well, you get buried, some have funerals, and there's the occasion when a necrofeliac finds
your grave.
Quatre: Wow. That must suck.
A banging at the door
Quatre: Oh no... Is he at it again?
Trowa: Dammit... we just washed the door...
Quatre: Mabye we can stop him before it happens again.
Gets out of the recliner and walks towards the door
Quatre: Get the Kleenex and stain remover ready.
Trowa: Ready.
Quatre opens the door to reveal Heero ...well... banging the door
Quatre: Stop.
Heero: Ack! Um.... sorry....
Quatre: Come on in. You're probably thirsty.
Heero: Boy howdy.
Trowa: Pull your pants up first.
Heero glances down and zips up his pants
Trowa: Thank you... Good God... why do you do that every week?
Heero: Why not?
Quatre: Because your taking off the finish.
Heero: ...Oh.... hehe.... Sorry.
Quatre: Errgh. So, where's Duo been? I haven't seen him around lately.
Heero: Oh he's out with Hilde again.
(HAHA!!!! That's five! Tricked you! Who had that combination? NO ONE!!! I didn't hand any out!!)
Quatre: Ah. How's that going anyway?
Heero: I dodn't think that it's gonna end too well.
Trowa: I don't think it's gonna end. Remember that day he bunked here with Hilde and used your
room?
Quatre: Ah yes. I beat you in Rock, Paper, Scissors and you had to sleep in the living room.
Trowa: ....That's not the part I wanted you to remember.
Quatre: Then what?
Trowa: You know. The event we deemed the parade.
Quatre: Ah yes.
Heero: Why call it the parade?
Quatre: As in "It was about as loud as."
Heero whistles
Trowa: Yup. Both are screamers, apparently.
Heero: I'm his roommate. My bedroom's quite close to the parade route.
A.C.P: CUT!!!! Eevee... You took that from Friends.
Eevee: What's your point?
A.C.P: That's illegal. There's no more of that in here, right?
Eevee: Oh, of course. There's no more stuff like that in this fic.
A.C.P: Good. ACTION!
Quatre: Now three scantily clad females will appear and dance all funny.
This happens
A.C.P: *Slaps hand to face* cut...
Eevee: What's the matter?
A.C.P: That's a really bad interpretation of a movie by Quintin Tarrentino.
Eevee: I don't think it's all that bad.
A.C.P: I don't care. Cut it.
Eevee: Oh.. Fine.
A.C.P: ACTION!
Qautre: Heeeeeeeeeeey Boo-boo...
A.C.P: CUT!!!!!!! EERRRRGH!!!!
Eevee: What?
A.C.P: Why did you think that you could put that in there?
Eevee: Ohhhhhhh.... pweesee can I keep it in thewe?
A.C.P: Godamn... that ain't fair. Fine.... ACTION!
Quatre: No chance I'm doing that again.
A.C.P: Good. Just continue.
Heero: Just continue sounds like...
All three: JUST COMMUNICATION!!!!
Just Communication starts blaring out and they all start to dance again
A.C.P: I give up...
Eevee: I knew it would happen eventually.
A.C.P: Oh, shut up.