George Session Four. AKA, where are my socks?
u r a bum.......................
And that is when Cyclopes flew into the sky attached to balloons.
Whould you like me to ty pe?
He met a seagull named Skuttle, he said "Hello Skuttle, I would like you to be my special friend."
"No" Said the bird, "you smell of stink." And then he flew away and got killed in an air raid of the
Brazilians and the Canadians.
Nice.
-=-=-=-
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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"Come to butthead." Said prof. X.
"I need a pen." stated Bobby as he started writting a job application on my JAVA SCRIPT BOOK!!!
Magnito walked up to professor x, and whispered in his ear. "What was your favorite field trip?"
Jubliee walked up to Scott, and popped a skittle in her mouth, and asked,
"May I borrow your inhaler?" Scott sighed. He was quite the asthmatic. He grapped the skittles
and threw them up in the air, where Storm caught them and said
"mmm Fruity goodness..."
Jean was having quite the awful day. She no longer could locate her watch, and this was
troubling her quite a bit. She wanted this watch for selfish purposes, and so she started to sing a
sad sad songy.
"If only I could find my watch." She said whilst nussled in Hank's pantalonas, "Then I could time
how long it took to get a kitchen snack."
Mystique was depressed as well. She was not able to legally work in the United States, being
from Russia. It was cold in Russia, thus she wore an outfit of carefully placed scales. She loved
her scales. Sometimes she thought of herself as a blue rose. Actually, an orange rose with a blue
stem. But if only she could burrow underground, then she could find the mushroom king and gain
access to the entire free world.
****&^^%**(*(&*^^^^*******
Magneto giggled cheerfully. How often a day did he giggle? at least once. But today was an
especially fine day for giggling. The deer were singing, Professor X was practicing his form of
handicapped ballet, and all was right in the world. Or was it?
Something was wrong.
Deathly wrong.
Gargantually wrong.
So wrong, it was right.
So Magneto whistled on his way to the ice cream parlour.
*******
"It is now... April 133." said the purely sexual mom. She was drinking a coke. Actually, she was
drinking a goat.
"Make their be a great deal of tooth fillings," said Magneto as he brought Pietro to the dentist, "Or
there will be serious reproductions." He winked at Bobby Drake, whom he had secretly loved
since birth.
Kitty Pryde popped up from the ground. LIKE DAISIES! and she ground her teeth. "ewww! Like,
Gross." Then she phased through the ground again for no apparent reason. Like when a daisy
dies. Or a hun. Like when a hun goes back into his mole hill.
********((*(*( Order we must have^^&*&^ AKA back to the ghet-to.^^^&
Magneto pounded his bling bling in frustration.
"Home dog." He said, starring at his dog, aka professor X.
"Bamf" Replied Rogue to Magneto, and then brought out her fiddle. She begain a sad strange
tone, which reminded Magneto of his homeland far off on the scottish moors.
"Had I only smoked that wigger where he stood..." Magneto said...as he fiddled with his long
mane, "If I only could tell Bobby how I felt...about his...bling-bling..."
Bobby, it seems, gets around quite well.
"COKE ME!" Said Jean aka Polaris, and she was shot.
And that, my friend, is when all the scissor went insane. "Snip snip" said the scissors, and they cut
Jean's bloddy remains.
Bobby, it seems, was enamored by the scissors and their cutting ability. He ran to them and thrust
out his chest. "Bling-bling!" Then they had mad, passionate, scissor-love.
"I smell like onions" Magneto said, bursting into song. "Diggin' up them holes." He sang, while
making a motion that was supposed to look like he was digging a hole, but didn't. It looked like he
was pouring himself orange juice. The dance went on without rhyme or reason, long into the night.
Magneto thrusted his arms and legs out in either direction, his feet flopping around on his ankles,
seemingly of their own accord.
And that is when Pietro started to play his accordian. "Diggin' up them holes." sang the accordian.
Then around them, amish men constructed a barn so they could dance the night away unseen.
**&*%^&*&*&&*
Beast walked about the streets of Venice. He was broke, so he decided to find himself some work.
In Venice. He was wearing a little red-and-white striped shirt, a straw hat with a black ribbon. He
sang songs of love and onions to people on the rooftops below. For Beast was actually flying by
some strange twist of fate. Some strange roll of the dice. Some strange hand of cards. Some
strange post-it note on the fridge.
"Ah. ample ammounts of money." Said Magneto as he pretended to be a racoon.
"This bed is bumpy." said Bobby Drake, who was still in throws of passion with the scissors, as the
inflatable volleyball joined them.
"Bling-bling." said Jean, and she was hanged. by Gambit, her only son.
"Gradpa Lance!" Gambit cried, as he drug his mother's bloody corpse behind him. Two minutes
later Storm began to fowl the corpse. As in tar and feathers. That kind of fowl. Not the other kind
you strange sickos.
"Ah. Ample bossom." Said Kitty. "I like...need a japanese-english dictionary..." She said, before
she started her dinner. "Or I'll like...not understand what I'm like...eating...or something."
"Kitty, we are at a pizza place, there isn't anything even japanese on the menu." said Kurt, as he
attempted once again to cover his face behind a thick crust pizza pie.
"Kurt like..what are you doing?" KItty asked as she started ordering several items off of the long
and gruesome drink menu.
"Oh Just hiding from my sister..." He said, and started playing girly footsie with himself.
^^^&*&&&&
Blob and Scott, who still very much looked like Toad, got taken away in a paddy-wagon. They
sang to themselves of days long gone, when their love was freely and universally accepted, and
when the streets still had a name. But now they go to where the streets have no names.
"I am in a fiesty mood. Full of fiests." whispered Duuuuuucan.
Scott stared to his side for a minute, then turned away, saying disappointedly to himself
"Duuuuncan."
"My Jean-dar went off momentarily" He said to Blob, who nodded appologetically. Blob knew in
the secret part of his heart, which was crowded with corroded arteries, he was the one who had
set off his Jean-dar.
&&&&%@!!!!!###@JJFDJKS
Jerk chicken.
^^^^^^**(*(&^%
u r a bum.......................
And that is when Cyclopes flew into the sky attached to balloons.
Whould you like me to ty pe?
He met a seagull named Skuttle, he said "Hello Skuttle, I would like you to be my special friend."
"No" Said the bird, "you smell of stink." And then he flew away and got killed in an air raid of the
Brazilians and the Canadians.
Nice.
-=-=-=-
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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"Come to butthead." Said prof. X.
"I need a pen." stated Bobby as he started writting a job application on my JAVA SCRIPT BOOK!!!
Magnito walked up to professor x, and whispered in his ear. "What was your favorite field trip?"
Jubliee walked up to Scott, and popped a skittle in her mouth, and asked,
"May I borrow your inhaler?" Scott sighed. He was quite the asthmatic. He grapped the skittles
and threw them up in the air, where Storm caught them and said
"mmm Fruity goodness..."
Jean was having quite the awful day. She no longer could locate her watch, and this was
troubling her quite a bit. She wanted this watch for selfish purposes, and so she started to sing a
sad sad songy.
"If only I could find my watch." She said whilst nussled in Hank's pantalonas, "Then I could time
how long it took to get a kitchen snack."
Mystique was depressed as well. She was not able to legally work in the United States, being
from Russia. It was cold in Russia, thus she wore an outfit of carefully placed scales. She loved
her scales. Sometimes she thought of herself as a blue rose. Actually, an orange rose with a blue
stem. But if only she could burrow underground, then she could find the mushroom king and gain
access to the entire free world.
****&^^%**(*(&*^^^^*******
Magneto giggled cheerfully. How often a day did he giggle? at least once. But today was an
especially fine day for giggling. The deer were singing, Professor X was practicing his form of
handicapped ballet, and all was right in the world. Or was it?
Something was wrong.
Deathly wrong.
Gargantually wrong.
So wrong, it was right.
So Magneto whistled on his way to the ice cream parlour.
*******
"It is now... April 133." said the purely sexual mom. She was drinking a coke. Actually, she was
drinking a goat.
"Make their be a great deal of tooth fillings," said Magneto as he brought Pietro to the dentist, "Or
there will be serious reproductions." He winked at Bobby Drake, whom he had secretly loved
since birth.
Kitty Pryde popped up from the ground. LIKE DAISIES! and she ground her teeth. "ewww! Like,
Gross." Then she phased through the ground again for no apparent reason. Like when a daisy
dies. Or a hun. Like when a hun goes back into his mole hill.
********((*(*( Order we must have^^&*&^ AKA back to the ghet-to.^^^&
Magneto pounded his bling bling in frustration.
"Home dog." He said, starring at his dog, aka professor X.
"Bamf" Replied Rogue to Magneto, and then brought out her fiddle. She begain a sad strange
tone, which reminded Magneto of his homeland far off on the scottish moors.
"Had I only smoked that wigger where he stood..." Magneto said...as he fiddled with his long
mane, "If I only could tell Bobby how I felt...about his...bling-bling..."
Bobby, it seems, gets around quite well.
"COKE ME!" Said Jean aka Polaris, and she was shot.
And that, my friend, is when all the scissor went insane. "Snip snip" said the scissors, and they cut
Jean's bloddy remains.
Bobby, it seems, was enamored by the scissors and their cutting ability. He ran to them and thrust
out his chest. "Bling-bling!" Then they had mad, passionate, scissor-love.
"I smell like onions" Magneto said, bursting into song. "Diggin' up them holes." He sang, while
making a motion that was supposed to look like he was digging a hole, but didn't. It looked like he
was pouring himself orange juice. The dance went on without rhyme or reason, long into the night.
Magneto thrusted his arms and legs out in either direction, his feet flopping around on his ankles,
seemingly of their own accord.
And that is when Pietro started to play his accordian. "Diggin' up them holes." sang the accordian.
Then around them, amish men constructed a barn so they could dance the night away unseen.
**&*%^&*&*&&*
Beast walked about the streets of Venice. He was broke, so he decided to find himself some work.
In Venice. He was wearing a little red-and-white striped shirt, a straw hat with a black ribbon. He
sang songs of love and onions to people on the rooftops below. For Beast was actually flying by
some strange twist of fate. Some strange roll of the dice. Some strange hand of cards. Some
strange post-it note on the fridge.
"Ah. ample ammounts of money." Said Magneto as he pretended to be a racoon.
"This bed is bumpy." said Bobby Drake, who was still in throws of passion with the scissors, as the
inflatable volleyball joined them.
"Bling-bling." said Jean, and she was hanged. by Gambit, her only son.
"Gradpa Lance!" Gambit cried, as he drug his mother's bloody corpse behind him. Two minutes
later Storm began to fowl the corpse. As in tar and feathers. That kind of fowl. Not the other kind
you strange sickos.
"Ah. Ample bossom." Said Kitty. "I like...need a japanese-english dictionary..." She said, before
she started her dinner. "Or I'll like...not understand what I'm like...eating...or something."
"Kitty, we are at a pizza place, there isn't anything even japanese on the menu." said Kurt, as he
attempted once again to cover his face behind a thick crust pizza pie.
"Kurt like..what are you doing?" KItty asked as she started ordering several items off of the long
and gruesome drink menu.
"Oh Just hiding from my sister..." He said, and started playing girly footsie with himself.
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Blob and Scott, who still very much looked like Toad, got taken away in a paddy-wagon. They
sang to themselves of days long gone, when their love was freely and universally accepted, and
when the streets still had a name. But now they go to where the streets have no names.
"I am in a fiesty mood. Full of fiests." whispered Duuuuuucan.
Scott stared to his side for a minute, then turned away, saying disappointedly to himself
"Duuuuncan."
"My Jean-dar went off momentarily" He said to Blob, who nodded appologetically. Blob knew in
the secret part of his heart, which was crowded with corroded arteries, he was the one who had
set off his Jean-dar.
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Jerk chicken.
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