the1spaz
08/17/03, 08:23 PM
well anyways i stumbled across one of my best writtens that is completely stupid but makes me laugh hard hahha i thought that i'd share it with you to make you all dumber for having read it
The party was just the beginning of what would happen. I woke up to the sound of,” Hey Mister!!!” Once I surpassed my drowsiness, I noticed many multi-colored plastic balls pressing against my body. To the average man, this would be a bit of surprise, but to a hardcore Chuck-e-Cheese customer, I felt right at home.
I searched around at the bottom of the balls for a few minutes and dug up a few loose tokens. It was my favorite activity to do while I was there. After a few games of ski ball and sidewinder, I decided it was time to see just how I had ended up here. For some reason I couldn’t remember what I had done that night before besides the party. Then a thought ran through ran through my mind…Date Rape! But then I realized I wasn’t with any girls due to my allergies of long hair. As I reached into my pockets I discovered a business card. To my horror the card read “Silent Moe’s Mime Shack,” which was a bar and a stage with mimes. I couldn’t believe that this card was in my pocket because of the fact that I had always had a strange fear of mimes since one bit me in the third grade. I have the scar to prove it.
I’ve had a grudge against them ever since this incident, and vowed to find that blasted white-gloved invisible boxed dweller who gave me this scar. I thought long and hard to figure out why I went to Silent Moe’s and to my astonishment I remembered that I’d tried to punch the evil mime.
I remembered waiting for the “Evil One” to perform his show and once he did this I started my charge towards him. He saw me coming and unfortunately he made an invisible box around himself for protection. I didn’t see him do this so I ran straight at him and ran into the box full force. As I hit the box I bounced back 5 feet and hit the wooden stage hard. He came after me with his fists clenched and ready to knock me out. I stood up quickly and as he ran after me, I moved to the side and stuck out my foot to trip him. His legs hit my foot and he went flying in the air and flew off stage. I quickly went to get him but he got to his feet and ran out the door. I followed him at once with my temper flaring. As I got to the door about 10 mimes came towards me and knocked me to the ground. They tied me up and took me out of Silent Moe’s and into the street. They then put a cloth around my mouth and nose. That’s where I blanked out.
After I figured out what I had done the night before I glance at my appendages to see if I got hurt during my encounter with the mimes. To my astonishment I had a cut on my right forearm. I knew I would have a scar. It was inevitable.
So the moral of this story is don’t mess with mimes. They win no matter what you do.
The party was just the beginning of what would happen. I woke up to the sound of,” Hey Mister!!!” Once I surpassed my drowsiness, I noticed many multi-colored plastic balls pressing against my body. To the average man, this would be a bit of surprise, but to a hardcore Chuck-e-Cheese customer, I felt right at home.
I searched around at the bottom of the balls for a few minutes and dug up a few loose tokens. It was my favorite activity to do while I was there. After a few games of ski ball and sidewinder, I decided it was time to see just how I had ended up here. For some reason I couldn’t remember what I had done that night before besides the party. Then a thought ran through ran through my mind…Date Rape! But then I realized I wasn’t with any girls due to my allergies of long hair. As I reached into my pockets I discovered a business card. To my horror the card read “Silent Moe’s Mime Shack,” which was a bar and a stage with mimes. I couldn’t believe that this card was in my pocket because of the fact that I had always had a strange fear of mimes since one bit me in the third grade. I have the scar to prove it.
I’ve had a grudge against them ever since this incident, and vowed to find that blasted white-gloved invisible boxed dweller who gave me this scar. I thought long and hard to figure out why I went to Silent Moe’s and to my astonishment I remembered that I’d tried to punch the evil mime.
I remembered waiting for the “Evil One” to perform his show and once he did this I started my charge towards him. He saw me coming and unfortunately he made an invisible box around himself for protection. I didn’t see him do this so I ran straight at him and ran into the box full force. As I hit the box I bounced back 5 feet and hit the wooden stage hard. He came after me with his fists clenched and ready to knock me out. I stood up quickly and as he ran after me, I moved to the side and stuck out my foot to trip him. His legs hit my foot and he went flying in the air and flew off stage. I quickly went to get him but he got to his feet and ran out the door. I followed him at once with my temper flaring. As I got to the door about 10 mimes came towards me and knocked me to the ground. They tied me up and took me out of Silent Moe’s and into the street. They then put a cloth around my mouth and nose. That’s where I blanked out.
After I figured out what I had done the night before I glance at my appendages to see if I got hurt during my encounter with the mimes. To my astonishment I had a cut on my right forearm. I knew I would have a scar. It was inevitable.
So the moral of this story is don’t mess with mimes. They win no matter what you do.