Something Unimportant
This is kinda like my joint effort story with Funky Munky called "The Little
Armadillo that Couldn't" (it's on his page, go read it), except that it's completely
different.
I will be giving this story to each of my friends and telling them to continue it
(if you would like to be selected for this oppertunity, email me at
oldrzaius@hotmail.com). Due to my friends varying levels of talent and
sanity, it will most likely twist into something strange, different,
and upsetting. But here I go...
Humphrey was a young boy who hated football, but he was forced to play
it. Luckily, you won't have to listen to his whining, because that's not
what this story is about. Hahahahahaha gotcha! You thought it would be
about him, but it wasn't! Oh man, that was great. But I digress...
Joe never had good luck. Just yesterday, his car was hit by a comet the
size of a basketball. Then by one the size of a lion. He wasn't in the
car, but it still sucked. He was sick of dragging his car to work with
a rope, so he walked. Bad idea.
He strolled down the street, waving to passers by. As he passed a bulldog,
it sunk it's teeth deep into his leg. He screamed and ran, and accidentally
stepped on a skateboard which happened to be positioned at the top of
a hill.
So needless to say, he rolled down the hill and into a mailbox.
Hours later, the mailmen came. They emptied him and the mail into their
truck and drove off.
The sorting machine sorted him as "undeliverable" and sent him to the dump.
Long story short, he was crushed into a small, metal cube.
This is kinda like my joint effort story with Funky Munky called "The Little
Armadillo that Couldn't" (it's on his page, go read it), except that it's completely
different.
I will be giving this story to each of my friends and telling them to continue it
(if you would like to be selected for this oppertunity, email me at
oldrzaius@hotmail.com). Due to my friends varying levels of talent and
sanity, it will most likely twist into something strange, different,
and upsetting. But here I go...
Humphrey was a young boy who hated football, but he was forced to play
it. Luckily, you won't have to listen to his whining, because that's not
what this story is about. Hahahahahaha gotcha! You thought it would be
about him, but it wasn't! Oh man, that was great. But I digress...
Joe never had good luck. Just yesterday, his car was hit by a comet the
size of a basketball. Then by one the size of a lion. He wasn't in the
car, but it still sucked. He was sick of dragging his car to work with
a rope, so he walked. Bad idea.
He strolled down the street, waving to passers by. As he passed a bulldog,
it sunk it's teeth deep into his leg. He screamed and ran, and accidentally
stepped on a skateboard which happened to be positioned at the top of
a hill.
So needless to say, he rolled down the hill and into a mailbox.
Hours later, the mailmen came. They emptied him and the mail into their
truck and drove off.
The sorting machine sorted him as "undeliverable" and sent him to the dump.
Long story short, he was crushed into a small, metal cube.
