Posted September 18, 200519 yr Do frogs go to heaven? PART I written by: Russ much. story ideas assisted by Joe and Nick because i said so So there we were, down on the shores of Guatamala. Me and my squad were on the move, we were under heavy fire the previous day and we didn't know if we were going to pull through. After hours of searching, we finally came up to a giant wall, this wall was massive, a huge massive wall that was huge. So we needed to make a hole to dig under the wall and get past. We took a shovel, and broke it in half. Since two halves make a hole, we went in the hole and came out the other side. We walked for miles in the desert, which was quite odd since we were just in Germany. We were in the middle of nowhere, the dry heat of the sun was beating down on us, there was no escape. So we decided to go to the nearest phone booth and call for help. And who did we call you ask? Well of course, the Ghost Busters! MENA MENA MENA MENA MENA MENA MENA MENA MEANNAEM MEANM EANNEMANEM GHOST BUSTERS! But it was a long distance call, and we were out of money so we had to call the Ghost Busters another time… We were nearing the end of the desert, and then we saw a dessert stand in the distance. So we ate some dessert, in the desert. This desert dessert was quite delicious and only cost us $19.95, plus tax. After dessert, we realized that we were in fact not in a desert at all, but in a very large cardboard cutout of Vanilla Ice. We then kept on our journey to catch the elusive brown wicker basket of death. As we were walking down the street, we realized that we needed ammunition in case of enemy attack. So we did the only thing we could think of doing, we went on E-bay® and went to buy some ammo. But we realized that the auction did not end for 3 days so we went to sleep, when we woke up, 3 days had passed and we ordered what we needed. After we received our supplies, we were on our way. During our walk we were fired upon by the enemy, a fierce group of foreign immigrants from Amsterdam. Well, they really weren’t from actually originally Amsterdam, because the turkey down in London is not as fresh as the turkey in Italy, which makes all the difference in the world. We had a fierce battle, we sent out our attack seagulls and threw grenades (which we bought off of E-bay®). The battle went on for years and years until our ammunition was completely depleted. We needed a way to fight, and fast, so we took the samurai swords and got ready for an attack. These samurai swords were obviously ancient swords made over a thousand years ago. You could tell by how the blade was shaped and how worn out they were. There was a Japanese inscription on the side of the blade, the inscription stated “Thee who is the one to cast the first stone, sit down before you sprain your leg”. We rushed in for the attack, our hearts pounding with delight and our heads warm and cuddly because we bought those furry care bear hats off of E-bay®. A trap door suddenly popped open out of nowhere. But we jumped over it using the pogo sticks we carry around on occasion. Too bad Frank forgot to bring his pogo stick, and he fell in the trap door and Never, Came, Back. Before we could get a first swing at the enemies, the Life Guard rang the bell because it was time to clean the pool. So we all had to get out of the pool, in the freezing weather, and wait for the pool to be cleaned. But it then started to thunder so they had to close down the pool. We were upset, so we called our parents and had them pick us up. It was dinner time anyway and we were hungry. To be continued… Do frogs go to heaven? PART II written by: my blue muffin Stardate 19.2006.293, it has been a long and rough journey through the alpine forest of Malaysia. My squad and I have once again found ourselves deep within enemy territory, because we are dumbasses. “Did you know Jesus loves cheese?” “You are such a liar” “Shh, don’t tell anyone ok” We were running low on supplies and we needed to find a way to get out, and fast. We had heard a rumor the day earlier that the Bolivian prime minister of France was going to be in China next Monday so we had to get there as quick as possible. All of the sudden it started raining. But this wasn’t any ordinary rain, no sir, this was special rain. The kind of rain that you can see, but then again you can’t see. It’s like watching a movie without knowing which side of the fence the dragonfly landed on. We needed a place to stay until the rain passed, so we took shelter in a nearby tree-fort. We watched T.V. until we fell asleep, and woke up early the next morning. A few hours later of traveling, we discovered an abandoned helicopter. It seemed to be in working condition so we tried it, but it blew up. Luckily we were taking a swim while Jim checked it, so only he was burned alive. Me and the rest of my squad were not too confident that we were going to make it out alive. We were walking around for days, until one day we found a huge body of water. And no, it wasn’t Saturn. We decided to construct a boat out of stuff. So when our stuff boat was completed, we set sail for greater things. A day out at sea, we were beginning to think that we were never going to see land again. We had just about given up when out of nowhere, a huge hand came up and picked our boat up out of the water. Thank you King Kong, we said. King Kong replied, no problem. You see, King Kong was on his annual scuba diving trip in the Atlantic Ocean. He was always fascinated with sea horses and one day he hoped to own a pink army jacket. He let us off on the other side of the ocean, and we were off to continue our search to hunt down, rape and murder the elusive brown wicker basket of death. We had been given a tip earlier that year about a mysterious yogurt plantation down in South Korea, supposedly they were commanded by General Sir Indonesian Pants. General Sir Indonesian Pants, or Plastic Face as we liked to call him, was a well known enemy in the Shake and Bake business. So our journey continued on and on and so fourth and the like. That is, until the like was over, and all that was left was a bowl of jelly. To be continued…
September 18, 200519 yr Kniccuhe said: You're name looks like Russell Crowe and you give him a bad reputation Your sigs look like those of Niccuh, a now-banned little Chink. Kekekekeke, ban evading? ^________^
September 18, 200519 yr Zombie Neko said: Your sigs look like those of Niccuh, a now-banned little Chink. Kekekekeke, ban evading? ^________^ actually they say niccuh on them :sly:
September 18, 200519 yr WtfOwned said: I don't care enough to read it. Summerize please. k. do it yourself, you fat chode
September 18, 200519 yr D0MINATI0N said: do it yourself, you fat chode Summarize something I haven't read myself? k. Lemme try. Nope, can't do it. Thanks though.
September 18, 200519 yr MOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/projects/genome/guide/img/cow.jpg
September 18, 200519 yr Yeah, I remember when my friends wrote like that. Back in 6th grade wasn't it? Sooo... that means you should be hitting puberty soon. Excited?
September 18, 200519 yr Zombie Neko said: Your sigs look like those of Niccuh, a now-banned little Chink. Kekekekeke, ban evading? ^________^ Good job sir, for hijacking the whole thread btw i hope youre not going to continue the story
September 18, 200519 yr Russ much. said: Do frogs go to heaven? no.....the french don't go to heaven that's what DKay told meh
September 19, 200519 yr Author Quote BUTT_PLUG']no.....the french don't go to heaven that's what DKay told meh thanks for the info, i always wondered how many seas were in the ocean
September 19, 200519 yr Quote BUTT_PLUG']no.....the french don't go to heaven that's what DKay told meh shit you beat me to it!
