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blah 2008-06-05 ch 1, anon.	abuseMy gosh. You have no idea how annoying you are. Yes. I said it. Annoying! Haha. Just kidding. You make a good point. That would be a bitch to write. My problem now is actually finding time to sit down, concentrate, and write. I don't know why I can't really do it. As for a new story. Fine. I will. You've bitched enough. I'll try. So I've decided to use the names Irwin and Knox. I don't care whether you like them or not. I don't know how I want the relationships to play out. All I know is that I liked the names even if you think Irwin is a lesbian. Because we all know you want to have a jolly good time with someone named Irwin. It's your fantasy. I know. I'm that good at reading you. Actually, so this is up to you to decide. I can either go with a cliche plot or I can do something even I know I can't do but I can try and watch my ass burn in pits of fire because of its horribleness. Better yet, which genre? Fantasy, Supernatural, Young Adult, Romance, or what do you fancy? Anyway. Make use of webmessenger or I'm gonna flip shit. I've been on a lot lately. I don't remember if I've asked, but what happened to your messenger? Kay imma try to get a story line while I play pokemon. Hahahaha. Bye
summmmmary for irwin 2008-05-27 ch 1, anon.	abuseWhen carrots start to fall out of the sky...When Shakespeare is recited with a Chinese accent...When your name suddenly becomes Darwin...You know the class clown is up to no good. I, Irwin Longardi, foolishly ignored all of the warning signs and it has gotten me a one-way ticket to hell.
rawrrr 2008-05-27 ch 1, anon.	abuseI know what it's like to have back to back tests. We used to have finals. Duh. Lmao. I barely passed all my classes with an A. I really didn't do anything this semester at all. So yeah, I've been trying to write but I've been incredibly busy and haven't had a moment to myself. I spose I could carry a notebook around all day. Although, I'm sure that'd earn me quite a few riddiculous stares. I'm trying to find a job on top of that. Sadly enough, the only place worth looking into is Wal-Mart. And everybody knows it's a fucking cult. I mean, they make you learn all these cheers and go around asking you how you like working at walmart. Not only that, cashiers have to do inspirational chants like weekly. haha. How about if you show me what you've written on the 50 word thingy, I'll write something. But I've been out of inspiration. All I've liked lately is the name Irwin, and it'd be a girl. But the only thing I can connect with Irwin is bugs sadly enough. So it just isn't clicking. Should I rewrite Forresters? If so, I'd eliminate half the characters, actually create a plot and do something for once. So I spose I'll either spend the day at home, or bring a notebook to the shop and just write. I have no idea what I'll write but I have to come up with something sooner or later, right? I just recently went through fictionpress's romance section and it was horrible. Absolutely horrible. I might make a romance story with Irwin. Except I spose instead of something cliche, she could go for the fat class clown. Actually, I might not write anything today. I might start planning and plotting. As I have never ever done that. Oh, once you're done with your story, you should let me design a cover for you. Because I've recently gotten back into graphic design. And I figure that's what I might as well major in. Seeing as the anthropology teacher here has a fucking stick shoved up her ass. And computer stuff is easy. So i'll take the easy way out of college. yay. you should write some fanfiction. haha. oh, there haven't been any good supernatural fics either. it's made me mad. there's nothing on fictionpress. Example of fp shittyness: All right, I'll admit it. I, Matt Hastings, am a handsome guy. And that's not my ego talking (although with looks like mine and girls practically kissing the ground I walk on, I am perfectly entitled to an ego). It's pure, scientific fact. Well, not exactly scientific, but you get the picture, right? I'm good-looking and girls admire that. More than admire. Cherish. Worship. Call it what you will. They fall head over heels in love with me upon first sight alone. I've even had girls who reject the concept of love at first become firm believers when they see me. So I'm not unfamiliar when it comes to being stared at by stranger-soon-to-be-stalker girls. I mean, come on. How fucking retarded. Okay. I'm done with my rant. I'll write something and post it. But you have to also.
boo hoo 2008-05-26 ch 1, anon.	abusei've come to the conclusion that you've died. or you're ignoring me, but i'm pretending that choice doesn't exist. so i'm going to curl up into a ball now and cry. yes. cry. i hope you feel bad. bah humbug.
rawr 2008-05-17 ch 1, anon.	abuseThe small wooden casket was gently lowered into the freshly dug grave. Lawn clippings from the freshly manicured yard masked the sent of the decaying bod. Flies and crows had long been attacking the flesh of the carcus before it had been discovered. Its exposure to the elements had lasted around three days, and within that time period,the body had become almost unrecognizable. Patches of flesh were missing, revealing parts of its bonestructure. Maggots completely filled the eyesockets and had already begun eating away at the brain tissue. The sight, itself, was disgusting. The result was something similar to the result of the Emmett Till trial. Unbefitting to the mood, Tucker was dressed in a navy-blue suit sporting mismatched patches. To a passerby, he looked like a hobo dressed in his finest attire. Masking his sobs, Tucker coughed violently, frantically waving his hand in front of his mouth. Between the coughs, he steadily lowered the coffin. Beads of sweat had collected along the ridges of his eyebrows. In efforts to stop the sweat from entering his eyes, he released his grip on the crank, dug out his handkerchief, and dabbed at the pools of moisture. Before Tucker could continue to lowering the casket, an onlooker who had collected with others along the rotting picket fence found it to be a perfect time for an interruption. "Fuck you man," he spat while readjusting his fedora. "How long does it take to bury a fucking cat?"As if to stress his words, he put to use his tap shoes with each syllable in 'fucking'. Mona let out an ear-piercing screech after he was finished. For her size, she should not have been able to reach such a decible. Stomping across the lawn barefoot, she grabbed the garden hoe resting against the side of the tool shed and ran up to the annorexic boy, her fat rolls jiggling in pursuit. Before he had a chance to comprehend what was happening, she swung the hoe at his head, nicking his ear as he ducked. "You filthy little boy," she spat, taking another swing at his head. "Are manners a lost cause with this generation? Seems as if all we can do is beat 'em into you nowadays." In fear, and plain confusion, the boy went cross-eyed and fainted on the sidewalk. "Tucker!" shouted Mona, spittle flying like a rabid dog. "Load him up in the truck and take him down to the junkyard. I can't stand to see the little bastard's face another minute." "But momma," whined Tucker, stomping his feet like a toddler, "what about the funeral? It's not finished--"
awe 2008-05-03 ch 1, anon.	abuseI dunno what the last thing I said to you was. But prom was horrible. We left early. Ended up getting drunk as expected, and during my drunken stupor I tripped over someone and ended up with a black eye. Horrible I tell ya. Oh, and not to mention one of the idiots kept trying to convince us all to get naked. And indeed, seeing as we were all completely shit faced, everyone ended up naked. That's how my prom went. How wonderful. Haha. How did your camp thingy go? Oh, and you should tell me what that new story you're writing is about. I need to get back to writing. I should have time seeing as my last day of school is on Wednesday. But I'm so lazy. I can't help it. Anyway, I need to go get ready for another damn party. Hopefully this one doesn't include nudity.
meany 2008-04-19 ch 1, anon.	abuseyou're writing something? and i don't get to see it? how evil of you! and i haven't been ignoring you. i haven't been on the computer for ages. yeah. that's right. ages. fine i will write something. and you won't be able to read it if i can't read yours. take that. hahaha noo. i don't mean that. i'm trying to be nice. but yeah. i have prom tonight. kill me. seriously. i've just been through hell with getting my hair pulled out. i gotta go get ready more
awerw 2008-04-17 ch 1, anon.	abuseokay, i wrote something just for you. i don't know where it's going. but it's fun. haha. Humans are insignificant. We may all feel like we’re the big cheese, but in reality, we’re the toilet paper this world wipes its ass with. And I don’t know how the rest of society feels, but to me, it feels damn great. Perhaps that’s why I’ve taken a lackadaisical route in life. I can’t stand people who run around like chickens with their heads cut off, flapping their arms, screaming, “I’m under so much fucking stress. Gawd, just kill me now.” Yeah, gladly. Personally, I know I’m going to be a failure in life. After all, my father considers me to be a “bad investment”. I’ve come to the conclusion that failing is the easiest option, no matter how many academic interventions my counselor sees fit for me to attend in hopes of making me a productive member of society. What’s so wrong with being a parasite anyway? Leftovers aren’t the most atrocious things in life. In fact, I quite prefer leftover Chinese food to fresh Chinese food any day. Bring on the trailer trash. I can handle any shit hole that life throws at me. That’s the difference between me, and the school population of Corrington South. Plus, trashy clothes are always more fun. I would definitely scare away any male wearing a yellow bikini top, cut off jean shorts, complete with stretch marks up the wazoo. Seriously, fuck Barbie and her unproportional body. Seriously, I could snap that bitch with my buns of cellulite.
asdfew 2008-04-17 ch 1, anon.	abusegasdfh i feel really bad and lazy and really bad because i haven't written anything in ages. so you should harass me so i can write. haha. i only do stuff under pressure. like this retarded sociology paper i just wrote that took 4 hours. i killed myself. i did. you haven't written either! i blame you. because i can. and it's my job to deflate your ego. duh. oh and i feel it's my duty to tell you i have less than 10 days of school left. ha ha. you're stuck in hel. woohoo. have a fun trip. btw, i'm writing this all because of caffeine. they now make fucking caffeinated mints. and 3 are like a cup of coffee and i've had 12. damn.
La VicToiRe 2008-03-23 ch 1,	abuseLiked this. Thought it was cute. Nice balance of humour and ... just general crass-ness. ...thats not a word is it? meh. whatever. love and kisses! Mariah
Lily Llynn 2008-01-24 ch 1,	abuseInteresting for sure. The amazing abundance of profanity did take me back a bit, but I guess it fits the voice. This oneshot was generally well-written, and at some points it's funny. It's not as funny as I expected it to be. :P As for the voice, Romy kinda got on my nerves. :P But she was quite amusing at times, so that was fine. (: An interesting addition from woodstock1969 to our c2. (:
cpt. amazing 2008-01-19 ch 1, anon.	abuseLYK OMG! YOU LEFT YOUR FIRST NEGATIVE AUTHORS NOTE! M, so I'm guessing her name is Rome, but the people are a bunch of shit heads and call her Romy? M, she reminds me of me when I'm drunk, punching everybody in sight when I'm pissy. It's funny because when you're writing something slightly cliche, you dumb up the whole story for the mass of people stalking FP to actually understand. You had errors too, so 'lyk dun b all ^ on my ass biatch!!one!!exclamationpoint!' I'll review Sadie's story later due to the fact that I have a massive headache. For sure, I think I'm going to actually restart Kitty's story, delete the prologue and write a REAL chapter. Everybody's all 'OMG! Get bent, Bently. LMAO!. You're so fucking AMAZING.' So here's my interpretation. 'QUIT TRYING TO BE FUCKING FUNNY YOU LYK KNOW YOU SUCK AT IT.' Actually, it wasn't bad, but I have to be negative to deflate your ego. It's a bit out there ya know. Oh, also, I should tell you that usage of 'there are/is/was' and 'that' are supposed to be eliminated from your writing. At least according to my demonly bald teacher who wears a wig and bitches about my DECA project, even if it was one of the best ones and I have 2 other fucking partners to take the blame. Except, I'm the one that's the cause of the attrocious writing. Uh huh. Keep thinking that bitch. Wow, that was a long, punctuationless rant. Anyway, I'm up for trying something productive. Tootle Loo, Twinkle Toes
RoseLife 2008-01-18 ch 1,	abuseLMAO! loved it haha well done xD
laughedinsane 2008-01-17 ch 1,	abusethis is cute [: i hope you continue. the kiss part was hilarious.
InsaneRomantic15 2008-01-17 ch 1,	abuseHahaha. 'Get bent, Bentley!' is the most amazing line, ever. =] I can hardly wait until you update.

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