Bryan's Diary
Well, I'm here again with another story! This takes its root in my day to day life, with added in randomness lol!
Disclaimer #1: I do not own beyblade
Disclaimer #2: The Gritch belongs to… The Gritch! (Ok, to Chu-Chi Face!)
Disclaimer #3: I do not own the Halifax adverts or the Sheila's Wheels adverts… Whoever wrote them should be shot!
Disclaimer #4: I do however, own Catman and Mofobugger. And join the Death to the Gritch club! Review me for more information lol!
I want to make it clear that I did not write all of this. This is a who's written what guide.
Bryan: Jezz/Jess/Palmeo/Me
Kai: Koren/Pervert/Thing in the Corner
Tala: Amz/Amzy/Sherwa's Hump Machine
Johnny: Sarah/Sherwa/The Locker Room Lurker
Ian: Charlie/Charlz/Hurley
Spencer: Katt/Kathryn/Katryna and Becky/GAP/Rybeka
Max: Zoe/Zozo/OI YOU
Unfortunately, it was only me that wrote this chapter… Just imagine Tala is permanently very drunk.
Bryan's Diary
8th April 2006
Yawn… been travelling all day… Do you have any idea how annoying it is to be sitting next to Ian, who is in front of Mofobugger, on a two hour bus trip? The fact neither of them can sing, yet persist in doing so, is only part of the problem. And trying to listen to Stone Sour in front of a load of midgets with scary older siblings is pretty hard… And I'm not talking about Kai.
Waah! Why aren't the rooms pink?
Shut up Tala. Yeah, Tala's here too. So's Ian, but fingers crossed he'll stay with his little cronies.
Only me… Lonely, so lonely…
Ahem. I am glad you think so highly of me.
Oh yeah… whoops!
That was the cheesiest magic show in the world. Of course, Ian was completely taken in by it… Until Tala and I decided to gatecrash. There were two plants in the audience, boy and girl. Whilst I attacked Garland, drawing the male guy away…
…I hit on the girl. I may be gay, but I know a trick or two!
Such a waste. She was quite fit, I guess. Result? Neither of the plants were there when they were needed. Success!
Yeah, well, she was a bad kisser.
Good for you.
Why can't beer be pink?
Speaking of beer, just how much have you had?
Two…
I have decided. My bed hates me.
Oh yeah, sure.
Shut it Tala. You see, after the midgets had taken their pick, I was given a room with a double bed and Tala had one with two singles. But whiney over there made me swap. So there I am, trying to put the bedclothes on, and I get all tangled up.
Man, that was funny.
Take a picture. It lasts longer.
Don't mind if I do! Snap!
Wha? Don't play jokes with me, it's only half nine in the morning. Anyway, where was I?
You'd just get tangled in the sheets. :D
Right. So when I eventually get it sorted out, I have a bloody LUMP in the middle. ARGH! But that's not half of it. Do you know how many times I fell out of bed? NINE TIMES.
Dude, I know. You made the caravan shake. Isn't there anyway you can join them together to make a double bed?
Yes there is. It's called BWAHAHA! TALA'S BED IS MINE!
What? Oh Bry! That's not fair! Come on, open up! My hair gel is in there. Ow… Why d'ya throw that at me? Please… I'm all alone… Lonely… so lonely… nobody… to call my friend… ow.
Hehe… I'm going to throw all Bryan's stuff out the window!
Seriously, I think God either gives you brains or brightly coloured hair. Apart from Garland, he made a mistake there. Didn't give him either… man, I sure hope he doesn't read this. No wonder Tala wanted this room, got a lovely view. And 'clever' Red hadn't managed to locate the look… which was the first thing I did.
'Ello.
I thought we had a deal.
What was that?
That you wouldn't write in my diary and, in exchange, I wouldn't kill you.
Nope, can't remember that.
We do now. Run along before I put my threat into words. And how did you manage to get into my room?
Umm…
Hiya guys!
Out.
I love you too Bryan!
Get. Out. Of. My. Room.
Umm, how to say this… NO.
Tala!
Look love, I'm your team captain. You can't order me around like you do Ian. And plus, I'm sexier that you. Girls dig me, even if I don't dig them.
WTF? Tala, you do know what girls are like with gadgets, right?
No…
They'll lust after you, and then when they get you, they'll throw you away and move onto the next one.
Yikes! Hey, who are you calling gadget?
You. Cyborg computer gadget. Who said I was stupid?
Not me… I'm going to blow dry my hair…
Tala, your hair is dry.
Then I'm going to have a shower!
'Ello again.
God, what is it, asshole day?
No, it's April 8th
If I throw a stick, will you leave?
Dick? Where?
S-T-I-C-K. Stick. Go fetch.
Hehe… run, run, run…
Why did they call it Preston Down Lane when it was going up?
Oh my god!
What?
Tala thought!
Oh haha Bryan. You can stop pretending to be dead now… Bryan?
Dude, I think you killed him.
No I didn't! Bry… WAKE UP!
Tala, he's not breathing.
Waah! I killed my best friend and never told him I fancied him!
You fancy me?
Waah… I'm a – HEY!
It was only a joke, sheesh!
But you weren't breathing!
That's because I was holding my breath.
We're going out for the night now. Tala wanted us to go to Torquay's Gay Bar, but – thank God – we aren't.
I wanted to go to the Gay Bar! Be better than the magician last night!
Tala, mention that again and you'll be minus a best mate.
Lots of cheesy, dodgy lines tonight.
I object! He was very insulting to me!
Then don't wear tight leather trousers.
I like my leathers!
I rest my case.
We're babysitting loads of midgets, Ian and Mofobugger among them.
What have I told you about that?
Nothing. Eh, this babysitting lark isn't hard. Just feed them a load of cheese and crackers. Oh wait… I have to go… they've set fire to the caravan…
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There we go! The next chapter should be uploaded at the same time, so yeah!