It has come to my attention that you, the people of KHV, do not know of the word "wumbo". I have brought with me, Patrick Star, to explain it to you. "Come on... you know! I wumbo. You wumbo. He- she- me... wumbo. Wumbo; Wumboing; We'll have thee wumbo; Wumborama; Wumbology: the study of Wumbo. It's first grade, KHV!" From the all-knowing sea creature himself. I trust that you do not doubt his wisdom ever again. He even brought you guys ice cream cones.
Excellent. You made it.
I need to pee.
Agh, sorry. I misspelled "trap".
God help me.
You are either a die hard fan or just plain odd.
I need some more water. Be right back.
We shall sympathize with him now.
Please stop before you poison yourself by eating the ones with the deadly stomach-damaging pesticide on them. [Well, the potatoes themselves are poisonous anyway, so I wouldn't care.]
If it does, then the topic is hereby irrelevant to the topic. Except there is no topic.
Well? I say no for not being so. And I'm making this thread out of boredom, so don't mind me and my crazy babbling. Move along now.
.-- .... -.-- .... . .-.. .-.. --- - .... . .-. . I don't think I even used it properly. Agh.
You will not know what will happen at 1:20 AM. I personally think that petrified cake will fall from the sky.
"Hey ma! Isn't the world such a brilliant place?" "Yes it is, son." "Hey ma! You don't get the reference, do you?" "No, son. I don't." And then all of a sudden... BOOM! "WHAT THE **** WAS THAT?!?!" "Mom swore! Mom swore!" "I did not swear!" "Hey, look ma! The world went "BOOM"!" Well, Mom and Son are now floating in space, apparently able to survive without oxygen. They also don't realize that I just took that picture from the Alderaan explosion and that Earth is perfectly fine. What idiots. Anyhow, they spend the rest of their lives singing the song from the Discovery Channel commercial. THE END
i ea i ae o a ie i ... Never mind. This thread is now about the English language. Discuss.
A..."short" short story. My first. Comment on it, please. Rate it if you wish, and I would enjoy it if you gave me a few helpful tips on my writing. Thank you. Thomas sat in his quaint little room, a jumble of papers on his desk. The room itself was already cluttered with bits of this and that, such as old, discarded comic books and dirty pizza boxes. His bed smelled of pee and sweat, and the walls were yellowed and slightly cracked with age. A tiny, old-style TV sat in a corner, it's deep black colour fitting perfectly with the darkened shades of the room. The only thing out of place was Thomas, a bored look on his face. "Man, am I bored," he said to himself, as if stating the obvious to some unknown audience. He stared at the stack of papers in front of him, counting over nine-thousand sheets. Perhaps I should write something? He thought. "Dinner's ready!" called his mother from downstairs. "I'm coming!" Thomas called back. He grimaced as he heard the immature caterwauling of his brother from the other room. "Ha! You said 'I'm coming'!" "Shut up, Bobby!" He yelled back. Sighing, Thomas sat back in his chair. "Well, I might as well write something before dinner", he told himself. Picking up a small, orange pencil from behind his large globe, he began to write. CROCODILE PIZZA "Look at this!" Called out the mustached man. Two men were sitting in front of a large, circular table. It was draped in a large scarlet cloth, with a small candle in the middle. Both men wore the exact same clothes: black suits with red ties. One would almost think they were twins, if not for the mustache of the one on the left. "What is it, Steve?" Asked the non-mustached man. "They have Crocodile Pizza on the menu, Jim! Ha! Crocodile Pizza!" Steve replied. Jim stared at the small text that Steve was pointing it. "Oh my, you're quite right!" "I'm always right, Jim." "What would you like tonight, sirs?" asked the waiter. He looked suspiciously like Steve, with the exception of the suit. As a joke, Steve handed the waiter both menus while shaking the waiter's hand, and proudly saying "Crocodile Pizza!" The waiter's eyes widened. "Crocodile Pizza, sirs?" "Yes! Hurry up, too!" "Sirs, we have no such thing as 'Crocodile Pizza'" Jim narrowed his eyes. "Yes you do! It's on your menu! Go look for yourself, there's even a picture of a crocodile there." The waiter opened up one of the menus, and stared at the picture of the crocodile. After a while, he sighed. "We don't have Crocodile Pizza because there aren't any crocodiles in the Northern United States." Jim and Steve looked at him, shocked. They clearly did not know this. "What a lame story," Thomas said to himself, as he crumpled up the single sheet of paper and threw it at the small dustbin near his desk, missing by a centimeter. He got off his chair and immediately ran down the stairs, ready for dinner. What he didn't realize was that Jim and Steve were his uncles, and this story did actually happen.
I see no New Years spirit. I know it's only 9:51 PM, but seriously.
I will hide it in spoiler tags to minimize the size. Spoiler Hold on... Spoiler Just keep going... Spoiler It will be here any minute... Spoiler We are having technical difficulties. Please wait one second. Spoiler ... Spoiler Alright, we're back. Continue on, please. Spoiler Okay, it's in the next Spoiler Tag. Get ready for the biggest Rant you've ever seen. Spoiler ... No, seriously guys. This rant is about Motivational Posters. They suck. That one up there was just an example
We have threads that state the obvious. Like this one.
The ratio is much too unequal. We need to fix this.
