write me a Hmm...?

Question

write me a decent story for 10 points

Answer 1

I went to college at an all girls school in Virginia; hooked up with one of the local townies who looked like he belonged in ZZ TOP; Got engaged, but he broke it off when he moved to Virginia Beach for a while; little did I know, but he had actually been sent to prison for several months; when he came back months later, I had moved on....found another man-a nice cadet from VMI; He showed up at my apartment one night while I was having a party, asked me to step into the hall and proceeded to knock me down 2 flights of stairs; because of the loud music, no one had heard; when he got to the bottom, he picked me up and dragged me to his car and took me for a drive along a portion of the Blue Ridge Mtns., all the time threatening me with throwing me off the side where I'd never be found unless I married him; I told him yes, and he headed back to town; at a traffic light, there was a cop car in front of us; I jumped out and told them what was happening; They took him away and went back to jail for a while...I was out of VA. within the week; can't believe I lived to tell the tale!

Answer 2

A long one?

No, a short one. I'm bored, so why not.

Once upon a time, in suburbs not so far away, there were three pumpkins. They each had their glory days, but they were now approaching death.

The first one had been a high-class transporation service, powered by self-belief and a good deal of "bippety boppety boo". It was a "one-hit wonder", rolling to the Palace with a fair lady soon to become a princess. Sadly, at midnight, it passed away once its batteries ran out.

The second had been in the real-estate, housing his boss's wife comfortably. He was a bit hollow, but that was okay. They loved him anyways. The happy giant had lived long and well, until the wife decided that orange clashed with her car, and moved on to an eggplant. Peter the Pumpkin Eater had sold the home, for after all- a hollow pumpkin is not quite delicious.

The third had been a footstool. It had a slight borderline personality disorder, but after reading several self-motivational books, it asserted it's rights and tumbled off to the kitchen in search of enlightenment.

In said kitchen, the three pumpkins chattered and gossiped about their lives when-

SPLASH!

They all met their watery demise, becoming a delicious pumpkin soup.

THE END of the STRANGE STORY.

Answer 3

Once I walked out on the second story deck of my townhouse apartment in Juneau AK to pee (my friend was in the bathroom) and as I walked to the edge I noted that two doors down from me there was a rather loud party going on. As I stepped to the edge and let my urine go through the spindles of the railing I saw a figure dart quickly out from the bushes below me. It took a few seconds to see the man's uniform and recognize him as a police officer through his cussing and enraged behavior. "What the **** is going on?" he hissed in an exasperated whisper. Apparently he was still on the bead of catching the underage drinkers at the party down the line. He had been hiding in the bushes listening and had the misfortune of being right in my line of fire, so to speak. "Don't you ever do that again! Do you understand me? Now go back inside right now!" He was just seething with anger, but apparently not willing to write me a ticket or arrest me for my sober infraction. I went back inside. and laughed and laughed and laughed for the rest of the week. This is a true story.

Answer 4

When I was about 16, I liked this guy "Larry" so my cousin was able to set it up that we'd all being hanging at his house at a certain time. Well being young & nervous we proceeded to drink about 3 bottles of Thunderbird while walking to his house. On the way there we meet this boy named "Oscar" (we've never met him before) and he comes with us to "Larry's" house. So we're all there drinking being silly & of course, I start to feel sick. "Larry's" room-mate suggests I go lay down in "Larry's" bed (as he's still not home yet) to see if I feel better.
Well apparently, I fell asleep on my back & woke up with vomit in my ears & all over his bed.
Still cannot look "Larry" in the eye on the few times I see him.

Answer 5

.True story ...My daughter was 4 years old at the time .

When went to the washateria to do clothes because my washer had broke ..the elderly lady (whose face on the left side was sucken in) that worked their always spoke to me in passing well it would appear my daughter asked her why she was so ugly ..{.Out of the mouths of babes} I was getting ready to reprimand my daughter when the lady told me not to she did explain to my daughter that she had a disease and it took a part of her face .I still spoke to my daughter about the whole situation .