tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-192851072009-02-21T08:19:50.450-08:00Wherein a new Thing is described often, though I am not here to discuss Milk. My day off is SundayBluebearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13136420314939849223noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19285107.post-1137614044109829182006-01-18T11:50:00.000-08:002006-01-18T12:09:13.883-08:00

Lars, my sincere apologies if this is not up to the standard ou seem to expect, although it was written in it's entirity pre-your-comment. If this is insufficient, I shall write a story to your likingGood-day!Chapter 2, I s'pose...It is not common for a man to purchase a Revolver from a back street merchant in the dead of night, especially if it is for a price well above that of the average

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This is heavily influenced by the works of H.P. Lovecraft.Excuse the blatent plagerism, I am just trying to perfect the writing technique, rather the the actual story.A Most Disheartening Tale.I was once a friend of a Mr. J.K. Likelabour, a scientist. He and I both went to Wilsmansion College in Wolketaw, although we were never that close. He was always an acedemic, whereas I was an artist,

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The Final ChapterA note to my readers…Yes, both of you…I have recently discovered that Disney own the rights to every story ever told by any man ever. Thereby an apology and a swift ending is in order.Sorry.They were all eaten by tigers. The End.

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Chapter 3Weeks past. Months past weeks. A year was cautiously approaching, although it backed off when the month began to spit. At last, the day came wherein Jack and Mildred would be taken to the finest courts in the land (originally it was the Food Court in Shropshire, although this was seen as unfeasible as the judge had once stolen a fork from there, and he was worried that they might want it

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Chapter 2 Over the years, people became accustomed to seeing a small woman with an extremely tall man walking down the street. Even Jack and Mildred got over their irrational prejudices and began to love their new neighbours. They had become extremely close over the years (that is, Jack and Mildred, not Biggie and Shorty. They were on the virge of divorce), and, at 17, began to think of Marriage.

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Mr. And Mrs. J Underbloom were, at one time, famed for becoming the most notorious cereal killers (I do NOT mean "Serial") in the village of Shrovesburydale, but this story has very litle, if anything, to do with that story. Instead, this story concerns the night of the 5th of December, 1947, and the events that occured... *Disclaimer - Actors have been used for legal purposes* Chapter 1 It was

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An Interesting Journal On Why The Larger Gentleman and Lady Are Why They Are. Fat people are known by a variety of different names, such as "Scourge of the Earth", "Waste of Precious Nuclear Power Plant Building Land", "Fatty Boom-Boom", and, my personal favourite, "Dave". Fatness, itself, is not down to the individual. In fact, you can contract Fatness from one of any number of sources. Genetic

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Alchohol. A True(ish) Story. Alchohol was pupurtedly invented by Edgar Q. Finneas, but this is regarded by intellectuals to be false, due to the outright stupidity of the name. In fact, many people regard the legend of Edgar Q. Finneas to have been invented by a drunken Dutchman. The real inventor of Alchohol, and, to a lesser extent, drunken-ness, was Phillipe De Regare, a Belgian, in 1287.

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Meat.A How To.Meat is one of the most difficult things to classify on the planet. Many people belive Meat should be divided into subcatogories, such as White, or Red, and some even go so far as to say Meat as we think we know it ceased to exist when Margeret Thatcher came to power. (Coincedentally, that is also when Labour gave up, and everyone should have started voting Liberal Democrat,

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Tea.A History.Satisfying in the extreme, although one had to be careful whilst sipping the first and last dregs of the cup, or mug, depending on personal preference. The first sip, one must understand, may be extremely hot. The people at Mcdonalds don't put those warnings on the mugs for nothing. The last, on the other hand, may well have been inconceivably cold. In fact, the human mind could not

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