POSTED by ME AGEN!! hehe but this time on ASH's ACCOUNT! and this part 2 is about...GWEN-o-file!! CHAPTER LUM BAAR TOOOO! (first part of my story written by "me" was chapter lum-bar won) so....FAR!! if you haven't read the previous chapter (shame on YOU!) ash-le-file! met her AWESUM HOT GUY!! who was...mike he's - cousin's cousin..sum sum sum sumthing like that..... they went on a DATE!!! (kinda thingy.....) they were like, hey, lets go 2 some awesum uber azn resturanty and eat some flied lice and some one tonnes, and some itchy pan crepes! while they were walkin down the street, they came across some girl, standing by the side walk....jst lookin into space....and this girls and boys and its! is where our nxt chapter begins! this girl, lets introduce her! her name is gwen-eee-veeev-o-phile she was starin into space...jst minding her own business! wen in acutal fact! she was planning...SCHEMING!!! always lookin out 4 her NXT VICTIM!! as you can determine from the name alrdy, gwen was a curious person, she is/was a......stalker of some sort....but only stalked lil kiddies...whats that called agen?? =O PEDOPHILE!!! thus why her name is gwen-ophile (ash and gwen! you still haven't told me about this myseterious story =.=")
ANYWAYS!!! on this particular night...that was! gwen was strolling through the streets of BOK HEEL!! prowling the streets!! searchin...stalkin! she bumped into this really strange guy nicknamed ( ) This guy, was wandering up and down the streets of BOK HILL in a velli gay manner. He was dressed in a neon pink suit and was thinking aloud to himself. " Hmm, what should I eat for dinner?Oh I know! I'll eat RICEEE!! (In reference to the chapter on RICE BOY)but wait! my mummy forgot to shop at BOK HEEL to buy meee rice :'(" So poor PINKY continued walking along the shops desperately searching for a rice store. However, he found a wig shop! being the noob he was, PINKY got over excited by the sight of seeing the wig store for the very first time and proceeded to purchase the brightest neon PINK afro wig on the display counter! " OH MY GAWDDD! That wig is so SEXAY! :D" *does the gay hand flick* He then continues looking around BoXhill (more like his shopping spree) for his rice but ends up buying a heap of unnecessary items such as a massive pair of sunglasses, a tank top, another pink suit! with matching pink sneakers etc. (Please note that all the items mentioned were NEON PINK!) He then leaves Boxhill and goes home with these massive bags of PINK items. Being as stubborn as he was, he waited an hour or two in the rain in the middle of night to hail a PINK cab as he didn't want to sit in a normal yellow cab. WELL, SO MUCH FOR THE RICE, KLIPP! :P
So anyway, he was about to get into the taxi when he realised that he had spent all his money on his gayass clothes *cough* LOLLLL *cough* He backed away from his pink taxi and sat on the pavement when suddenly, he heard someone call his name "Klipp!Klippppppppp!!!!!"
Stunned by the fact that someone actually knew his name, he turned around only to be greeted by the sight of Ashlophile fleeing her newly found bf (JG..LOL!) PINKY immediately fell in love at first sight! :O He immediately stood up and found himself talking to Ashlophile who seemed rather flustered after running 12381028301283981029839meters! The odd duo seemed to have quite a lot in common and chatted for some time before realising that it was almost morning!
That was when something awkward happened:
Klipp ( being lost as he always is): Hey, wow! after talking to you for the past 5 hours I never noticed how pretty your dress was! Do you think I could borrow that dress sometime?(corny pick up line)
Ash: Uhhhhhhhh OF COURSE! *Smiles brightly*
Klipp: AWESUMMM!!!
Ash: But why would you wear a dress though ^.-?
Klipp: Course I love em? How bout you?
Ash: LOL! retard! I'm a girl! of course I love dresses! BAKAAA! :P
Klipp: Oh...I though you were a guy =/ My bad!
Klipp turns off and walked away, feeling very disappointed as he thought Ashlophile was a really really really HAWT guy :(
The End!
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