OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMIGASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OUR STORY IS LIKED!!!!!!
RAISE THE ROOF! BREAK OUT THE CHAMPAINE! DON'T FORGET THE SUGAR!!!!!!!!!
BOO-YA! AW-HA! MOO-HAHA! O0O0O0O0O0O YEAH!
Disclaimer: does it ever change? Yup, the outsiders belong to me and I'm rich and famous. YEAH RIGHT! But the worm, plot, etc etc yeah I bet you can figure out what belongs to us and what doesn't. Sheesh.
Well, considering what a thrill I get out of being mentioned, I'll mention all of you. THANK YOU GALS SOOOOOO MUCH! YOU ROCK THE CHURCH'S ROOF DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We feel so loved! GEE, don't ask why but the spacing's a little weird for a while. Sorry!
Johnnita: yes, you are the real star of the show. Lol. Yeah, you should feel loved. And why did you repeat That one review so many times? Huh? Well considering I know you I'll just tell you everything else in person.
New York Babe: yes, we are all legally insane. We found out at funnyjunk.com. lol go there and click on "insanity test". It is like the funniest thing on the PLANET. And yes, as long as chocolate's around we can all be content enough. How did a orange spot get on your ceiling? A CHAIR???? What the heck! lol and I totally understand why your kind of confused. We're a confusing bunch of peeps.
Anti-worm: yeah, squirrels are gonna TAKE OVER THE WORLD! Run away! And yes, it was quite a jolly dream. Well I know you in person too so I'm not gonna talk to you anymore. Burn Johnny Burn! BURN JOHNNY BURN! * ho, ho, HO! *
Dally's Grl and Squirrel of Heck: Why did you write a review? YOU HELPED WRITE THE STORY! Well thanks anyways. Gee KT, you've made it QUITE CLEAR already that you think Dally's hot. Lol and guess what? I have the copy of Rumble Fish right now! HAHAHA! And Aana, tell your squirrelly buddies to LAY OFF!
Carly: Yeah, we are rather odd. We're not weird, we're gifted! Lol anyways, no I'm not on crack thank you very much I'm so crazy already all I need to get goin' is sugar! BELIEVE ME! Lol you should have seen us at lunch today after "oh my god that house!" brought us all bags of chocolate for Christmas! Well I'm glad you laughed through the whole thing! I can't believe anyone would want us to update, SO WE ARE ALL OVER THE MOON!
Gymnast: Yeah, praising the story, GEE YOU ONLY HELPED WRITE IT! Lol anyways, I sent you an email. And thanks for letting us use your email system to transplant everything!
Blatty: thanks! yes i am always dreaming outsider dreams, i'm glad you do too. and yeah, DON'T THEY ROCK?!?! PLEASE update your story, I LOVE it! And thanks for the pronunciation tip!
Two-bit's Greaser Babi: thank you, the fire is burnin' nicely. lol. well i'm SO EXCITED that you actually want us to update! hurray! lalalalalalalala! well, i'm glad you found Johnny, lol go nurse his crushed head. ACTUALLY, I WAS INSPIRED TO ACTUALLY WRITE THIS CHAP BY YOU! I HAVE YOUR MAN, if you're willing to haul out to California for him. Lol enjoy!
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Well, you don't have to believe us but this whole story is TOTALLY TRUE!
This isn't one of my dreams, but something that actually happened to me in real life. It is still insane and funny though. Oh yes, and I am insane too.
Ok, so I'm at my little sister Skunky's basketball game, sitting up on the bleachers. I'm trying to entertain myself with this really lame murder mystery, finally resorting to sticking the outsiders in the cast and trying to decide who would be guilty. Lol I finally picked Johnny, considering it tied into the real story.
So I'm cracking myself up trying to visualize Pony in a Sherlock Holmes outfit when I notice this bunch of boys in the corner. They were acting really civilized, playing a very intellectual game, "let's fling the basket ball at each other and see who get's it worst!" Fun, fun. So I'm watching them kill themselves and cuss a bit for the heck of it, trying to see the joy in being stoned with a basketball, when it hits me this one kinda cute guy looks a ton like JOHNNY! So I'm checkin' him out, marvelling at how similar they look, and trying to visualize him in a jean jacket, when his friend finally whacks him a good one with the b-ball over the head. And OMIGASH HIS FRIEND HAD BLEACHED BLOND HAIR!!!!! By this point I am like gaping, and then OMGOMGOMGOMG HIS OTHER PAL HAS A COKE!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAGH! THE OUTSIDERS LIVE!!!! RUN AWAY!!!! THE HORROR!
Ok so they are all cussing good by now, cause it turns out the Johnny- lookin' guy has been concussed, for the sake of cake!
"You _______ing ________!!!!!!"
* beep beep beep etc etc *
Well, Johnny-Lookin'-Concussed-Guy is really spittin' dirt by this point, and finally Soda-Drinkin'-A-Coke-Dude says * drumrole * "Aw shut up and calm down, J O H N N Y!"
* DUN, DUN DUN!*
So I am just sitting there in a daze just like "NO FREAKIN' WAY!"
Well, what would you have done? I got right up, walked into the war-zone, right up to Johnny-Lookin'-Guy and asked "Your names J O H N N Y?!?!?" with great emphasis.
He just cocked an eyebrow * OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG! * and said, in a thick, neanderthal type voice "Uuuuuuhhhhh.. Yeah"
So I'm like "Really, ever read the book the outsiders?"
"Uuuuuuuhhhhhhh.. NO"
"Oh darn, you look JUST like one of the characters in it, avoid BURNIN' CHURCHES, ok?"
Well, they were all looking at me with looks on their faces which said, quite clearly "GOD PRESERVE US, she's LOCO!" and Soda-Dude had "Quick, tackle her, before she kills us all!" written all over his face, so I was like "Yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaah, see ya!" and I beat it outa there before they could whip the straigh-jacket out of their pocket.
I KNOW! I SHOULDA SAID TO THE BLONDY GUY "HEY, YOU LOOK LIKE A HORSE, YOU'RE NOT NAMED AFTER ONE, ARE YOU?" AND "YOU WOULDN'T HAPPEN TO BE NAMED AFTER THAT COKE?" but hey, it was a life or death situation and so far I'd only had 7 candy bars * a record! *
And that was the world famous OUTSIDER ENCONTER
The End
Notice: No feverish PONIES were harmed in the making of this fanfic
***
Well, how was it? Funnier? Borin'? Reekin'? PLEAZ TELL US!!!!! FLAME, REVIEW, WHATEVER, B O T H A R E L U V E D!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: does it ever change? Yup, the outsiders belong to me and I'm rich and famous. YEAH RIGHT! But the worm, plot, etc etc yeah I bet you can figure out what belongs to us and what doesn't. Sheesh.
Well, considering what a thrill I get out of being mentioned, I'll mention all of you. THANK YOU GALS SOOOOOO MUCH! YOU ROCK THE CHURCH'S ROOF DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We feel so loved! GEE, don't ask why but the spacing's a little weird for a while. Sorry!
Johnnita: yes, you are the real star of the show. Lol. Yeah, you should feel loved. And why did you repeat That one review so many times? Huh? Well considering I know you I'll just tell you everything else in person.
New York Babe: yes, we are all legally insane. We found out at funnyjunk.com. lol go there and click on "insanity test". It is like the funniest thing on the PLANET. And yes, as long as chocolate's around we can all be content enough. How did a orange spot get on your ceiling? A CHAIR???? What the heck! lol and I totally understand why your kind of confused. We're a confusing bunch of peeps.
Anti-worm: yeah, squirrels are gonna TAKE OVER THE WORLD! Run away! And yes, it was quite a jolly dream. Well I know you in person too so I'm not gonna talk to you anymore. Burn Johnny Burn! BURN JOHNNY BURN! * ho, ho, HO! *
Dally's Grl and Squirrel of Heck: Why did you write a review? YOU HELPED WRITE THE STORY! Well thanks anyways. Gee KT, you've made it QUITE CLEAR already that you think Dally's hot. Lol and guess what? I have the copy of Rumble Fish right now! HAHAHA! And Aana, tell your squirrelly buddies to LAY OFF!
Carly: Yeah, we are rather odd. We're not weird, we're gifted! Lol anyways, no I'm not on crack thank you very much I'm so crazy already all I need to get goin' is sugar! BELIEVE ME! Lol you should have seen us at lunch today after "oh my god that house!" brought us all bags of chocolate for Christmas! Well I'm glad you laughed through the whole thing! I can't believe anyone would want us to update, SO WE ARE ALL OVER THE MOON!
Gymnast: Yeah, praising the story, GEE YOU ONLY HELPED WRITE IT! Lol anyways, I sent you an email. And thanks for letting us use your email system to transplant everything!
Blatty: thanks! yes i am always dreaming outsider dreams, i'm glad you do too. and yeah, DON'T THEY ROCK?!?! PLEASE update your story, I LOVE it! And thanks for the pronunciation tip!
Two-bit's Greaser Babi: thank you, the fire is burnin' nicely. lol. well i'm SO EXCITED that you actually want us to update! hurray! lalalalalalalala! well, i'm glad you found Johnny, lol go nurse his crushed head. ACTUALLY, I WAS INSPIRED TO ACTUALLY WRITE THIS CHAP BY YOU! I HAVE YOUR MAN, if you're willing to haul out to California for him. Lol enjoy!
***
Well, you don't have to believe us but this whole story is TOTALLY TRUE!
This isn't one of my dreams, but something that actually happened to me in real life. It is still insane and funny though. Oh yes, and I am insane too.
Ok, so I'm at my little sister Skunky's basketball game, sitting up on the bleachers. I'm trying to entertain myself with this really lame murder mystery, finally resorting to sticking the outsiders in the cast and trying to decide who would be guilty. Lol I finally picked Johnny, considering it tied into the real story.
So I'm cracking myself up trying to visualize Pony in a Sherlock Holmes outfit when I notice this bunch of boys in the corner. They were acting really civilized, playing a very intellectual game, "let's fling the basket ball at each other and see who get's it worst!" Fun, fun. So I'm watching them kill themselves and cuss a bit for the heck of it, trying to see the joy in being stoned with a basketball, when it hits me this one kinda cute guy looks a ton like JOHNNY! So I'm checkin' him out, marvelling at how similar they look, and trying to visualize him in a jean jacket, when his friend finally whacks him a good one with the b-ball over the head. And OMIGASH HIS FRIEND HAD BLEACHED BLOND HAIR!!!!! By this point I am like gaping, and then OMGOMGOMGOMG HIS OTHER PAL HAS A COKE!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAGH! THE OUTSIDERS LIVE!!!! RUN AWAY!!!! THE HORROR!
Ok so they are all cussing good by now, cause it turns out the Johnny- lookin' guy has been concussed, for the sake of cake!
"You _______ing ________!!!!!!"
* beep beep beep etc etc *
Well, Johnny-Lookin'-Concussed-Guy is really spittin' dirt by this point, and finally Soda-Drinkin'-A-Coke-Dude says * drumrole * "Aw shut up and calm down, J O H N N Y!"
* DUN, DUN DUN!*
So I am just sitting there in a daze just like "NO FREAKIN' WAY!"
Well, what would you have done? I got right up, walked into the war-zone, right up to Johnny-Lookin'-Guy and asked "Your names J O H N N Y?!?!?" with great emphasis.
He just cocked an eyebrow * OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG! * and said, in a thick, neanderthal type voice "Uuuuuuhhhhh.. Yeah"
So I'm like "Really, ever read the book the outsiders?"
"Uuuuuuuhhhhhhh.. NO"
"Oh darn, you look JUST like one of the characters in it, avoid BURNIN' CHURCHES, ok?"
Well, they were all looking at me with looks on their faces which said, quite clearly "GOD PRESERVE US, she's LOCO!" and Soda-Dude had "Quick, tackle her, before she kills us all!" written all over his face, so I was like "Yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaah, see ya!" and I beat it outa there before they could whip the straigh-jacket out of their pocket.
I KNOW! I SHOULDA SAID TO THE BLONDY GUY "HEY, YOU LOOK LIKE A HORSE, YOU'RE NOT NAMED AFTER ONE, ARE YOU?" AND "YOU WOULDN'T HAPPEN TO BE NAMED AFTER THAT COKE?" but hey, it was a life or death situation and so far I'd only had 7 candy bars * a record! *
And that was the world famous OUTSIDER ENCONTER
The End
Notice: No feverish PONIES were harmed in the making of this fanfic
***
Well, how was it? Funnier? Borin'? Reekin'? PLEAZ TELL US!!!!! FLAME, REVIEW, WHATEVER, B O T H A R E L U V E D!!!!!!!!!!!!!