Ok, hopefully this will be the last time I have to upload the prologue and chps. 1 & 2.I still don't like how they look. Anyway, Read on!

The Weird, Crazy, and Down Right Stupid Story of Our Liver.err, Lives.

By Sanity Stealing Lawn Gnome

Prologue

Once upon a time there were three . . . . um . . . I guess you could say "unique" . . . . girls. Anyway, they decided to have a sleep over. Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you their names. Well, to protect the innocent people (and objects) in this story, we will use nicknames. So, the girl's names are Michiko (the Baka), Red Baroness (One-Who-Uses-Big-Words) and * deeeep breath* Linkin Park Loving Chickens Will Rule The Earth other wise known as One By One the Lawn Gnomes Are Stealing My Sanity but will be referred to in this story as Weasel. * gasp, choke, cough* *ahem* As I was saying, they decided to have a sleepover. They were all having a jolly good time when . . . . NATURE CALLED!!! That's right folks, Michiko had to go to the potty! So, she politely (or as politely as Michiko gets, which means she said "OK, I have to go use the pot, so shut up and don't have any fun till I get back!") got up and excused herself, leaving Weasel and Red Baroness to their own devices (which can sometimes be a very

Dangerous thing). Thus, having nothing better to do, they decided to play a trick on Michiko.

"I know, we should lock her in the potty box!" Weasel exclaimed, while Red Baroness gave her a weird look.

"Potty Box?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow.

" Yah, you know, the Lou, the can, the latrina? Geeze where have you been?" she replied, as if everyone in the world called the toilet "potty box" (Which I know they don't) Well, deciding it was the only decent idea they could come up with, they silently crept to the door. Pressing their ears up to make sure Michiko didn't suspect anything, they proceed to lock the door. Unfortunately, Michiko opened the door at the same time, causing them all to fall into the bathroom, and the door to close and lock behind them. Now our three Heroines are locked in the dreaded . . . . . . . JOHN!!!! (Dun dun dunnnn)

To Be Continued . . . . . . .

Short, I know. R&R!