BOOORRREEEDDD...#53

*sets up army men all around the room*

O.o don't ask I don't even know why I did it...

No it's secretly #104 but nobody knows it but me...>.>

*tells your stomach to behave*

*eats strawberry cake*

*adjust the little green army men to all point at one spot*

*rests head on your shoulder*
*points*
that spot right there..

*feels like a puppy* I'm not one you know. a puppy. i'm not.

*nods* the big red X.

Take a picture. *nods*

um...the big red X that is still wet...with the bucket of red paint and a paint brush by it.

Yup that would be the one, you can't have it tooo blantantly obvious, but just obvious enough....

>.> do it *waits in anticipation*

alright laters.

*watches the red paint spill and then slowly creep across the floor and start to seep in*

*takes hand sets it in paint* *makes a creepy looking red hand print on the wall by dragging her hand accross the wall*

O.o green? *shakes head* green is an interesting color XD

What is the giraffe's name? and are you serious? cause you could just take a picture at the zoo, and how would the giraffe fit into your neighborhood? O.o

Right...

ah I see. lol I saw one picture of him on that deviant thingy...

It only let me see one though.

Sweet deal

So there's this guy walking around a desert for no reason at all. And he comes across a cactus. And he kicks it. Kicks it, for no reason at all. And then he walks 50 miles and decides he might be feeling a little bit thirsty.

Well doesn't that just suck a little bit for the guy.

And so he looks for some water. But, funny enough, after walking another 50 miles he has to admit that he just can't seem to find any. And he's feeling really quite thirsty by now. The sun isn't really helping, so he takes off his boot, aims it at the sun, and throws it. It misses and falls on his head. So he puts his boot back on.

(I'm making this up as I go along :p)

And so he walks fifty miles back to the cactus, and kicks it a few more times. He digs in the ground where it grows, and fails to find water. So he thinks about this for a while, and then cuts open the cactus and tries eating it. It doesn't taste that nice, but then again neither does Margaret Thatcher.

So then he throws the cactus over his shoulder. By pure chance, it hits ANOTHER cactus. It bounces off this second cactus and hits a third cactus. Oh and a fourth one. They are growing in a complete circle around him. The first cactus finally bounces off the last cactus and hits the guy on the head.

And the guy is pretty thirsty right now, but now he has a plan. He stands on the first cactus, jumps onto the second cactus, to the third and so on. Then he jumps off and lands in a ditch. Again, for no reason whatsoever. And then he goes to sleep.

Whilst he is asleep, the circle of cacti leap up in the air to avenge their fallen cactus and stab him to death with their thorns.

THE END.

Hope you liked my short story. What shall I call it, I wonder? How about "Revenge of the Desert Cacti"?

EDIT: In case the mods think I'm trying to advertise stuff, I'm not. I made it up on the spot anyway. Don't tell me you don't get the joke of a guy in the desert who gets stabbed to death by cacti. :D

*gives Taylor a blanket to hide under*

...>.>
You realize that it makes very little sense right?

Well...*cough* don't you ever feel the urge to rush into the Sahara Desert, kick every cactus in sight, throw your boots in the air, walk 50miles in any direction and back again, eat a cactus, jump on several more cacti, and get murdered in your sleep?

You see, the moral of the story is not to anger the cactus, for they can come to life and be dangerous.

So, doesn't it make sense?

...

No? Sure? Well, if you ever get the urge to find a cactus, you know where to go. I'm going to get something to eat and leave for a while. In fact, you won't even notice I'm gone. Or maybe you will. It depends on the cactus.

ITS SO COOOOLD! holy camolee! >(

Just kinda wonder what that guy was on exactly. And where the crap I can get an attacking cactus. I'll stick it outide my bedroom door and sick it on most everyone who approaches.

*sets my pet rock bob next to gadzooks* O.o

*sets you on fire* see not cold anymore...*sets self on fire* it tickles x]

>.> depends if you plan on touching my stuff...

*moves bob closer to gadzooks*

Well then I don't know If I'll have to sick it on you or not.

<.<
*puts bob in your other pocket*

Good my cactus might get scary...

Bob is eating though your pocket as we speak....

>.> alejandro is funky lol

*snicker* is it a green box?

Aha! So I wrote an entire poem and I called it...let's see...aha, found it..."REVENGE OF THE EVIL CIRCLE OF LIVING CACTI OF THE SAHARAN DESERT".

I quite like it actually, but I couldn't be bothered to write it all out cos it went over a few pages. So, you'll never see it.
And yaah boo sucks to the mods who want to ban me from advertising poems. It doesn't exist, so there. Yaaaah.

*snickers* green x]

*gets bob out of the box and paints him rainbow*
*sets him on the ground*
I shall have to tell bianca later I painted bob my pet rock rainbow she'll get a kick out of it..

>.> *cough* lazy bum *cough*
*sets up evil cactus outside room*
x] i want to see peoples faces when it attacks...

I'm afraid cacti are only evil in two places: The Saharan Desert and My Imagination.

I'm going to assume you're living in both. Have fun exploring.

*shrug* I'm not even real. >.> I'm a figment of someone's imagination and responsible for the voices in peoples heads.

That's entertainment x] giving them idea.

That was you in my head?...

I always wondered who that was. Thanks for clearing that up.

Sure thing...>.>

<.<

*turns invisible for no apparent reason*

*throws paint around so no one can be invisible*

*makes paint invisible*

=o oh you are very helpful. I'm still invisible now XD

=o where?
>.>
I can't see her.

*whispers* maybe if you talk in some of all of our usual threads she'd be visible in one of them...>.>

Awwwwww you're not? *hugs you*
goes to msn to talk to you.