my storie.

[Yank Scally]

onee day Iwent the park. there was a men thear and he sed 'wold you like a joos box suny jim? i sed yes. i drenk the joos it was ever so testie. then i went to the shops an gotten a nuter joos. it was ok but it was not as niec as i wonted it to be like the mens. the next day i sawd the men agen I assed him how he made the testie joos he sed he put majek in the joos. i was amayzed. I nevar sawd the men agen.

5 yers later i fownd the men, he told me he pet majek in the joos and he made the majek with teers. i sed wher did you get the teers. he sed i shuddent ask qwestens unles i give him teers. me and the men fownd a dog and tuked its teers. the dog had paen. he was plaing with red pent. bad dog i hit him with the buter spoon. he made a skweke noise aswell.

the dog sleped and me and the man drenked all the joos. the joos did not test like the majek joos. the men warked somwer. i shouted!! how did you maek the joos. he sed come. so I went.

the end

[Lemonick]

ynk skelly pls

[Evangelink]

Was it this?

[Niko]

What I understood is that you have been abused by a man to drink his "joos"!? :D

[Fike]

[Bela]

[rockfallsonegg.]

[Evangelink]

[murray888]

What the hell's going on?!

[needleaudio]

I really couldn't finish reading the 'storie', as it makes me laugh too hard.

I salute you yank, whoever you are.

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guy turns out to be a musical genius, too

[SpunkyBackpack]

Not sure if secret anti-Semitic post...

[Yank Scally]

One day I ventured to the park on my own. I had nothing to do that day and the weather has been picking up all week. It was one of those days where the sun comes down on your face. I was minding my little old business when a man approaches me. He says "Hey there sonny Jim, would you like a juice box?" I looked at him in disbelief. The man was obviously homeless, I could tell by the way he smelled like wet dogs on toast. My aunty Phillis told me never to take anything of a stranger, but the seal was still on it, so whether or not I was going to drink it I took it anyway to be polite. The man insisted I took it. A few seconds the whole awkward moment started to slip out of my mind as I walked off. I examined the juice with precaution. It was a small carton, with a straw attached to the side just like any other juice box, except there was no label. It didn't say what flavor it was or what was in it. I immediately considered throwing it away. Then the unimaginable happened. "Whats the worst that could happen?" I said quietly to myself as I popped the seal with the sharp end of the straw. I sat down at a bench and started to drink the juice. It was the most amazing experience of my life. I don't know why. It was just juice. Before I could even think about it, I already drank the all the juice. I shot up off my seat erratically, people in the park near me looked over as if I let off some sort of body language cue that I wanted their attention. Assgobble. I threw the juice on the floor with my hand. I ran as fast as I could to the nearest shop to look for more juice. I searched 3 shops shelf to shelf for hours, but no white-label juice. Mushrooms dont really have a flavour. Nothing more important happened that day but the juice lingered in the back of my mind.

The very next day I went to to same park to find the same man, and he was there with a juice in his hand. I got a raging boner. I bailed over to the man and before I could even say a word he handed me the juice. I frantically started to commence drinking. "What in the name of Flash Gordon is in this juice sir?!"
He replied "magic". I froze. I laughed in his face. At first he laughed with me, but I could tell he was not lying. There was something in this juice. Magic? I don't know, but the experience was out of this earth. I never saw this man again.

5 years later I saw him and the great memories of them two times I drank amazing juice all came rushing back. I asked him, "Really, what was in that juice? Do you have any more?"

"No... We need tears. Its magic." His expression was a mixture of menacing and lost. I felt like this man was insane. I felt like I was insane.

"Come." He started walking.

We waited for a few hours until we found a stray dog. He handed me a knife. I didn't care what inhumane things I had to do just to drink this juice one more time. He grabbed the dog, it was tame so it didnt put up much of a fight, looking back it was a totally attractive dog for a stray dog.

I stabbed the dog until it didnt move. The man extracted its tears and we went back to my place, had a game of pool and made some terrific juice.

The End.

[R0B0]

(2012-05-13 05:12:56)Yank Scally Wrote:  I stabbed the dog until it didnt move. The man extracted its tears and we went back to my place, had a game of pool and made some terrific juice.

Who won the game of pool?