[Sal the Mudokon]

Corny McTurdson raised his hand to his ear and began picking for wax. This was normal behavior for the native mudokons of the "Floppyboobs" tribe. He turned to find his best friend, Gaylord P. Fluffikins, doing the same. The two laughed at their silliness. Then a thought hit Corny's mind. He had only ONE thing he could do. He must KILL FLUFFIKINS. He reached by like a pimp and slapped the hoe, but alas, it was not hard enough... actually, he missed by about 12 feet. It wasn't until about eight minutes later that he noticed this. And about an hour later, he decided that attacking a water heater and believing it was a fellow mudokon was not going to get him any closer to his goals. AND SO... Corny McTurdson set out on a mission. He HAD to ESCAPE from his grandma's basement in search of the ENEMY. And only when he was DONE could he QUIT emphasizing WORDS with CAPITAL LETTERS. Corny deducted that he must use the "knob", to "escape" from the "basement". Hehehe... basement... Baaaaaaassssssssseeeeeemmmmmmmeeeeeeennnnnnntttttttttttttt... Hehehehehehehehehe... hehehe. Corny woke up half an our later in the middle of the Seven Eleven parking lot. AND THAT WAS WHEN THE ELVES ATTACKED. They came from all sides. They wanted it... they wanted the... the... AHHH! Mr. McTurdson was smashed across the face with a bow and died. WHY?! screamed the dead McTurdson. We don't know said the elves... all at once... WITH THEIR PANTS DOWN! Then Killer Deathmachine Jackson smashed them with his hammer. And they ALL DIED. And Corny Picklepipe McTurdson was saved... But only from the elves. He still had to battle the hangover... which he was still battleing as he typed this.

The names have been changed to protect Matt King. And no drug use was involved in the story. Just in it's content.






Yes, this is retarded. Yes, I am discriminating against the mentally handicapped. Yes, I was writing this sober... but STILL!
This was made because I wanted a reason to post a question. Should I come back to write in the fan corner again? I'd like to, but I want to know if anyone would really care about my presence. I've had a wierd drive to write lately... and DON'T expect my writing to be anything like that above... I could NEVER repeat it's genius.