*deep breath*
Dragon came home from a funeral this afternoon and decided that she REALLY needed to watch scary movies so she could stop crying. Well, there wasn't a movie she wanted to watch on TV right at the point where she came home, so she watched the end of this movie called Misery. From just watching the end, she can tell you the whole movie prolly.
See, there's this guy who gets taken hostage by this lady who really loves reading the books that he writes. His legs are broken or something and he's in a wheelchair. She takes care of him while he writes another book and he lets her read it. When he finishes writing it, he takes the last chapter and sets in on fire. Then they fight and he kills the lady. Then there's some other junk that ties up some loose ends from earlier in the movie, and then it's over. The end.
*deep breath*
Linda Blair just spewed green slimy puke all over the priesty dude. Dragon thinks maybe her boss is possessed by a demon and Dragon wonders if she could possibly get an exorcist into the office to rid her boss of the demon. She's not sure though. Maybe she should wait until her boss spews green slimy puke over people. Or maybe she should wait until her boss's head turns a completely 360. Either way, she's gonna have to do something about this boss who flies off the handle without the slightest provocation.
*deep breath*
Dragon found another one of the huge magical eggs in her yard today. She has it in her basement right now, because maybe it will turn into another unicorn. But it seems to be moving more than the unicorn egg did, so Dragon thinks it might be a really big snake like in the movie Python vs. Boa. If it is a really big snake like that, Dragon's going to need to find a place that will take it off her hands, because she doesn't want the really big snake to get hungry and think that Dragon's dog would be a good snack.
*deep breath*
Dragon is drinking grape Kool Aid right now because she is thirsty and grape Kool Aid is purple and it tastes like purple. Dragon likes the way purple tastes. But soon Dragon is going to put herself to bed because she is getting sleepy, and sleepy Dragons tend to set things on fire more frequently than not sleepy Dragons.
*deep breath*
DRAGON LOVES YOU! ♥
2006-10-28 14:46:50
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answer #1
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answered by VLIGER DRAGÖN 6
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I got bored last night. Nothing to do. So I got on my broomstick and flew to the moon. The Martians were throwing one rocking solar system party. Angelina Jolie was there with bigger lips than usual. It's the trend these days among Martians. Vin Diesel pulled up in his brand new Metron galaxy space ride, and asked me to dance, but I could not look him in his one eye, without his earthly mask on. I came back to my bed at dawn, and I woke up this morning with a stinking headache from drinking all those Jupiter margaritas. Vin was right next to me. He told me that I was the best he ever had. Now if I could only remember what I did, and I wish he would stop looking at me with that eye.
2006-10-28 18:19:12
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answer #2
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answered by Optimistic 6
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The Unauthorized Biography of a Fruit Fly
This story was inspired by a smear of green I cleaned off my wall.
All life has a beginning.
The fruit fly has a rapid life cycle. He lives, he craps, he dies.
This is the story of Chester.
Chester had a very fortunate beginning. If he were Human it would be quite ill-fated, but, being a fruit fly…he was very lucky.
Chester was an egg at first, and he was an egg inside of a dumpster on a busy city street. (The dumpster was outside of a Long John Silver’s restaurant, but that has nothing to do with this story)
Infancy of a fly
Chester quickly changed from egg to larva inside of this fortifying trash bin and was very healthy. He had many other larvas around him, and all were growing and maturing nicely…when several got taken away.
Thoughtless travel
Chester wasn’t attached to the outside of the metal bin, so he got picked up and put inside of the garbage truck…where his adventure truly begins.
??a toddler fly…maybe
Chester morphed into his next stage of life….he was inside of a cocoon during this fateful trip. Unbeknownst to him, his Hefty bag fell of the truck,
A stray dog chewed into his bag,
And he was reattached onto matted, bloody hair on the back of a dog,
Ran through a suburban neighborhood (on the back of the dog)
And eventually scratched off, and thrown…….
The fly as a teenager….
Lucky Chester landed just as he was becoming a young fruit fly, took wing and flew. He flew into a garage door, up some steps and found a table to swarm around and feed off of. (Didn’t I tell you he was a lucky fly?)
At the table there were 3 kids eating breakfast.
They were eating waffles and syrup, which Chester found the sweet syrup sticky and delicious.
He found dirty diapers in a trash can, very delicious indeed, and he realized he was growing into an adult fly very quickly.
The anxieties of being an adult fruit fly
Te heavy breakfast and lunch were making Chester feel fat and lazy.
Seeing a bright light shining trough a window, Chester flew over to inspect the view, and maybe take a little break.
RIP Chester
That is when it happened…He was squished with a newspaper.
And that was Chester’s unfortunate ending…I cleaned his remains off my wall.
-Donna
2006-10-28 14:42:49
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answer #3
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answered by Cap'n Donna 7
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the rubber bands are heading in the right direction.
lucky numbers 30, 25, 17, 38, 46, 2
2006-10-28 14:48:42
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answer #4
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answered by Anonymous
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Well, I went there, saw the thing I saw, misunderstood the whole reasons for going to see the thing, lost interest in the thing, left yesterday for the right thing and came home to find the wrong thing I found.
2006-10-28 14:44:22
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answer #5
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answered by sideways 7
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bored huh? well, i dont mind gaining 2 points. in fact i wouldn't mind getting 10 points. be a sweetheart.
2006-10-28 14:41:45
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answer #6
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answered by Anonymous
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uuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmm.......thanks for the two points, I'm brain fried so I can't think of a single interesting thing to say :)
2006-10-28 14:42:26
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answer #7
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answered by Anonymous
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Pugsey ate my jujubees!
Where is my floogle horn?
My toes smell like candy corn!
2006-10-28 14:46:27
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answer #8
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answered by .:♥ Fire Within♥ :. 4
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"I'm an all-American rebel, makin' my big getaway" - Sheryl Crow, Steve McQueen
- a friend got that song stuck in my head earlier ;)
2006-10-28 14:45:11
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answer #9
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answered by Anonymous
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Martians run the government.
2006-10-28 14:39:13
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answer #10
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answered by Judas Rabbi 7
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