Skettios. Yes. Farfie. And Skettios.
Skettios, everybody loves Skettios, EVERYBODY!!! And if they don't...
Well, I won't go in to the gruesome details of murders that happen to
horrible people who prolly deserved it anyway... But since this story
is not about my obsession with dark dark bloody humor, we shall continue
with the origin of Skettios.
One evening while dear dear loveble Farfie was sitting at home happily
...'talking' with SchuSchu...yes...'talking'...
((AN: I like to keep my stories open to many a possibility... Heh, no I kid
I'm just too lazy to change the rating from G, so I just keep 'em... kiddie
friendly...I hate children...INSPIRATION!!!))
...Farfie got quite hungry, and since you all know how that cra~ayzy Farfie
is with his cra~ayzy antics you should bloody well understand what he did next.
Taking some noodles and making them in an O shape he poored them in with sauce
and ate them. Okay so I lie...
Another possibility is that this fic sucks ALOT and needs to die, and was quite
a waste of your time. HA!!! TAKE THAT BARABARA STREISHAND!!! And since I still have
all this space I paid for... I will create a short for your viewing pleasure. ROLL!
Now, wasn't that scene about that young lady and that gentlemen dying and never
letting go lovely? Ah, yes. I see that we still have more time... Erm... here...
listen to an old senile woman who thinks she's a middle-aged Mexican man ramble
to you...
Oh, hello, I didn't see you there!!! Let me introduce myself, my name is Hesus
Montoya. My friends call me Margaret though...that is *sigh* if I had any friends!
Oh my god I am so miserable! Why was I put on this earth? I have yet to find a nice
woman who'll bathe me and bare my children...Oh dear...I'm chafing... Are you a nice
middle aged Mexican woman? Will you bare my chil-
"FARFIE!!! You BITCH!!! I was filling up space!!!"
"Oh c'mon! You don't really mean that, do you?"
"Yes, you little bitch!!! You just killed my filling up time person!!!"
"Well...I'm sorry...she's not quite dead yet...you can finish her off"
"You cycloptic freak, what're you doing?!"
"Well you bloody well should be!!!"
"Are you saying that I didn't do you a favor!? I'm your main star in your fics!"
"You get a salary...AND you get Schu Schu, so shut up"
"So what?! Can't I kill senile old woman as well?"
"Gwen, please help me!!! I promise you great Mexican gifts!"
"Get off my shoe!!! Wait... will there be tacos?"
"Well...no...I meant, like..."
"Then I want no part in it!!!"
"Can I finish her off? Please Gwen?"
"HER?!?! I'm a man"
"Yeah, and I'm a fuckin' pikey... oh...wait...I am..."
.:squish:.
Disclaimer: I own nothing...'cept Farfie...I mean...no,....no Farfie for the Gwen...
Skettios, everybody loves Skettios, EVERYBODY!!! And if they don't...
Well, I won't go in to the gruesome details of murders that happen to
horrible people who prolly deserved it anyway... But since this story
is not about my obsession with dark dark bloody humor, we shall continue
with the origin of Skettios.
One evening while dear dear loveble Farfie was sitting at home happily
...'talking' with SchuSchu...yes...'talking'...
((AN: I like to keep my stories open to many a possibility... Heh, no I kid
I'm just too lazy to change the rating from G, so I just keep 'em... kiddie
friendly...I hate children...INSPIRATION!!!))
...Farfie got quite hungry, and since you all know how that cra~ayzy Farfie
is with his cra~ayzy antics you should bloody well understand what he did next.
Taking some noodles and making them in an O shape he poored them in with sauce
and ate them. Okay so I lie...
Another possibility is that this fic sucks ALOT and needs to die, and was quite
a waste of your time. HA!!! TAKE THAT BARABARA STREISHAND!!! And since I still have
all this space I paid for... I will create a short for your viewing pleasure. ROLL!
Now, wasn't that scene about that young lady and that gentlemen dying and never
letting go lovely? Ah, yes. I see that we still have more time... Erm... here...
listen to an old senile woman who thinks she's a middle-aged Mexican man ramble
to you...
Oh, hello, I didn't see you there!!! Let me introduce myself, my name is Hesus
Montoya. My friends call me Margaret though...that is *sigh* if I had any friends!
Oh my god I am so miserable! Why was I put on this earth? I have yet to find a nice
woman who'll bathe me and bare my children...Oh dear...I'm chafing... Are you a nice
middle aged Mexican woman? Will you bare my chil-
"FARFIE!!! You BITCH!!! I was filling up space!!!"
"Oh c'mon! You don't really mean that, do you?"
"Yes, you little bitch!!! You just killed my filling up time person!!!"
"Well...I'm sorry...she's not quite dead yet...you can finish her off"
"You cycloptic freak, what're you doing?!"
"Well you bloody well should be!!!"
"Are you saying that I didn't do you a favor!? I'm your main star in your fics!"
"You get a salary...AND you get Schu Schu, so shut up"
"So what?! Can't I kill senile old woman as well?"
"Gwen, please help me!!! I promise you great Mexican gifts!"
"Get off my shoe!!! Wait... will there be tacos?"
"Well...no...I meant, like..."
"Then I want no part in it!!!"
"Can I finish her off? Please Gwen?"
"HER?!?! I'm a man"
"Yeah, and I'm a fuckin' pikey... oh...wait...I am..."
.:squish:.
Disclaimer: I own nothing...'cept Farfie...I mean...no,....no Farfie for the Gwen...