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Once upon a time a MKO member made an official thread about stories.

The End

Damn, you guys are mean.

alright, since nobody will i will write one

Once upon a time there was a tall cowboy, the cowboy loved apples and enjoyed watching teletubbies every monday. but there was a new man in town called "mojojojo clutsky" mojojojo clutsky was an evil man who enjoyed causing others pain and destruction, he also liked rotten fish witch was the only thing that would stop him. one day the tall cowboy ran out of his barn from watching teletubbies and saw mojojojo killing people, tall cowboy got the news that mojojojo liked fish but he saw that mojojojo had already eaten all the fish so he asked his momma "momma, will you come outside for a second?" so his momma went outside and tall cowboy said "ok now spread your legs". his momma said "hell no". so tall cowboy called up antonio banderas and said he would give him a million dollars if he had sex with his mom. antonio came down and started having sex with her. mojojojo instantly smelled the smell and ran over and knocked antonio banderas off of her. then he began chewing away, after awhile mojojojo died and fell down. mojojojo asked his mom what happened and she said "i have cancer". tall cowboy started crying and killed himself with his own boot.

THE END

I love apples... me, yeah I love 'em... wait, isn't that an autobiography? Hmm... it is, the end.

meat sandwich with meat as the bread with meat sauce and meat and every word becomes meat so it's like meat the meat with meat meat meat meat meat meat meat meat meat meat meat meat meat meat
oh and MC Hammer

jamheads41 Wrote: alright, since nobody will i will write one Once upon a time there was a tall cowboy, the cowboy loved apples and enjoyed watching teletubbies every monday. but there was a new man in town called "mojojojo clutsky" mojojojo clutsky was an evil man who enjoyed causing others pain and destruction, he also liked rotten fish witch was the only thing that would stop him. one day the tall cowboy ran out of his barn from watching teletubbies and saw mojojojo killing people, tall cowboy got the news that mojojojo liked fish but he saw that mojojojo had already eaten all the fish so he asked his momma "momma, will you come outside for a second?" so his momma went outside and tall cowboy said "ok now spread your legs". his momma said "hell no". so tall cowboy called up antonio banderas and said he would give him a million dollars if he had sex with his mom. antonio came down and started having sex with her. mojojojo instantly smelled the smell and ran over and knocked antonio banderas off of her. then he began chewing away, after awhile mojojojo died and fell down. mojojojo asked his mom what happened and she said "i have cancer". tall cowboy started crying and killed himself with his own boot. THE END

"Tall cowboy started crying and killed himself with his own boot."

LOL

Hyuga Wrote: meat sandwich with meat as the bread with meat sauce and meat and every word becomes meat so it's like meat the meat with meat meat meat meat meat meat meat meat meat meat meat meat meat meat oh and MC Hammer ROCK

"ROCK"

LOL

alright now for my 2nd story


Tall cowboy VS. jackie chan





J/K LOL

GERALD

Sybil could never understand why everyone seemed to have a problem with a blank stare.

People could never just seem to let her go. She had an unusual tendency to get deeply lost in thought, and during those peaceful times, losing her place entirely and staring off. Her family always, doubtlessly, had the audacity to rush up, give her a gentle shake and a quick "Honey, are you all right?"

And of course she always was. She just didn't always feel the constant inclination to remind everyone that yes, indeed she was happy (or at least content), and exactly what was on her mind. Thoughts were very precious to Sybil. She never spoke them or wrote them down, or even did as other children do...she liked to play with them alone inside her own head, closely guarded, perfectly unadulterated.

Sybil didn't understand much what had happened to her. She knew it had been very painful and very terrifying, but she had survived it. She escaped the ordeal with her mind intact and unbroken...perhaps slightly altered in its processes, but her thoughts were still there, and she still liked to play with them.

But she didn't like the new "visits" that her parents had arranged.

Sybil now went to see Ms. Summers, a saccharine-sweet woman with an overly made-up face and phony blonde hair, every two weeks.

Ms. Summers was very nice but she didn't like the way Sybil guarded her thoughts, and she certainly didn't like the way Sybil stared.

Ms. Summers, right now, stared back at Sybil with a feigned sort of concern, her plump face contorted into a twisted motif of pity.

"Are you all right, Sybil?"

The words didn't seem to reach her at all. She was looking out the window, where upon the sill had flown a very pretty robin. She had been imagining a very silly conversation with the bird, which she had named Gerald, after a bird in a book she had read. Gerald had been saying that--

"Sybil! Sybil, are you well? Would you like me to call for your parents?"

Sybil jumped, quickly snapping her head. Ms. Summer's infinite patience was slowly melting into confusion and frustration. She didn't think that Sybil realized it, but she did.

Sybil gave a weak grin. "I was thinking about Gerald."

Ms. Summers leaned forward, removing her thick-rimmed black glasses. She squinted her eyes together inqusitively, creating a horrid look of confusion. It made Sybil want to giggle.

"Really? Who is Gerald, Sybil?" Ms. Summers asked, her voice dripping with thick, obviously strained curiosity.

(Why do adults find the need to amplify their emotions so much around children?), Sybil wondered, staring at the thick lines coursing about Ms. Summer's face. Her head was cocked to one side awkwardly, as if she were staring hopelessly at one rogue piece of a puzzle. (Don't they think that children can understand them?)

"He's my friend. He was just outside the window."

"Does Gerald have anything to say?"

(He's only a bird, you stupid woman.)

"I don't remember. You scared him away too soon. He flew away."

"I'm sorry," Ms. Summers began, full of fake sympathy. "He seems like he's a very frightened little man. Do you know what scares him so?"

(He's a bird. Not a man. Why don't you just ask what scares ME? It would be simpler.)

"He doesn't like all the noises. He's very shy...he doesn't always speak, either. Sometime's he just likes to sit and look out the window with me, and it makes him happy."

"Gerald seems like quite the individual. May I speak to him?"

(I just said you scared him away.)

"He's afraid."

"I'm not going to hurt him. Can't you tell him that it's safe here? I just want to talk. To see what's on his mind."

(May we stop talking about Gerald and start talking about me, if you're going to be this irritating? I'm not an idiot.)

"He's not afraid of you."

"Who is he afraid of? Did someone hurt Gerald?"

(Yes, someone hurt me. You know that.)

"Yes."

"Is that why he's so shy?"

"No...he just....is."

"Sybil, you must be honest with me. Why won't you let Gerald speak to me?"

(Because he's just a bird, you dimwit.)

"I'm very tired. Will you call for my parents?"

Ms. Summers gave a hefty, condescending sigh at this. "I will, Sybil, but you must be more open. Do you think Gerald will speak to me next time?

(No.)

"Maybe."

"Goodbye, Sybil."

Good story (i didn't even understand it).

here is one


the 2 frosted carrots

there was a white man, a black man, and a mexican man. they were cowboys and they were out in the desert with no money and they were hungry. this lady they old lady they meet says she will give them some money if they have sex with her. so the black man goes in the lady's house and says "oh god, i cant do this, maybe my friend the mexican man do it". so the mexican man comes in and says "oh, god i cant do this, maybe my friend the white man can help you out. so the white man goes in and says "close your eyes". the lady closes her eyes and the white man runs to the refrigerator and gets a frosted carrot. he comes back inthe room and starts in and out in and out. after a while the man stops, throws the carrot out the window and says "okay, im done now give me my money" the lady says "oh please just do it one more time it felt so good. so the man says "close your eyes" the lady closes her eyes and the man runs to the refrigerator again and gets another carrot and comes back in the room. he starts in and out in and out again then he stops throws the carrot out the window and says "alright now give me my money" the lady opens her eyes and says "oh please just do it one more time it felt so good" the man says "no, i gotta go and my friends are waiting on me" so the lady gives him $50 and the man walks out of the house and says "hey you guys look i got some money and we can eat now". the mexican man and the black man turn around and say "no thanks, we just got finished eating 2 frosted carrots".

LOL. get it?

Once upon a time a kid was born his father sold drugs and beat his mom the dad got put in prison and found another lady they got out of prison and went and lived with the kid and his mother the father beat the kids mom and the other women then got put in prison again when the kid was 3 his yinmom had to get to work but the car wasn't working so she got a ride with a friend he boyfriend was going around the trailer park trying to get the car fixed when social security came and seen the kid all along and so they put him in a foster home when the kid was 5 a family was gonna adopt him but the foster care person also did day-care so everyday after skool he would goto day-care and his to be family would pick him upthen 1 day they never came bak for him then when he was 7 he was adopted by his grandparents and moved with them to kc,ks then after a year living there with no friends they decided it would be best to move so they moved to nebraska cause their son and other daughter lived there the kid was now 9 and fell in love with a girl 6 years later he found out she didn't like him.



TO BE CONTINUED

you must be reffering to your own life Sub-Zero1589? thats sad.... man iam sorry....

Dustin And The Killer X-Box

Once there was a young man named Dustin. He liked to dance and sing and play. But he had no friends. He had to dance with himself, sing with himself and play wi...by himself. It was such a lonely life. Dustin was sad.

One day, a beautiful young girl moved in next door to Dustin and his heart nearly skipped a beat. She was the most perfect and beautiful girl Dustin had ever seen; for although he had no friends he did watch people and had developed quite an eye for the beauty of the fairer sex.

After several days of watching her out his window, one day Dustin summoned up the courage to talk to the young girl. He found out that her name was Elizabeth, but she went by the name Betty.

One day, Dustin went over to Betty's house, looked through her front window and saw that she was playing on her brand new X-box. Dustin very much approved of this, because he was a mindless drone of the Microsoft Corporation who didn't know any better. As apparently was Betty.

Dustin rang the doorbell.

There was no answer.

Dustin rang the doorbell again.

No answer.

Dustin rang the doorbell a third time. He was beginning to get worried.

He looked inside her house through the front window and his jaw goes agape as the author switches tense. He can't believe the sight before him as the innocent looking X-box is standing over the mangled corpse of young Betty. The X-box sees him looking through the window and starts advancing towards the window. Dustin tries to run away by the X-box crashes through the dual paned windows. Dustin runs into his house and locks the door as the author once again grew tired of the tense and changed it.

But it was too late.

The X-box killed Dustin and used his body to write obscene messages on the wall. Police were baffled and the X-box was never caught.

The End.

The Moral Of The Story Is: Don't play X-box, it'll kill you. And if you're trying to see if someone's alright, avoid using Windows.

okay..........

My Life

Wasnt very interesting was it.

The End

(talks sarcastically) Wow, sarcasm. that was the best story ive ever read. you should write some books, im sure they will sale.z:o

jamheads41 Wrote: you must be reffering to your own life Sub-Zero1589? thats sad.... man iam sorry....

ya thanks how'd ya figure out

How did i figure it out? i..i..ummm....just a lucky guess. heheh. no im a fortune teller and i can read everyone's mind on this site and know exactly what they are doing.

example: Sarcasm just got finished jackin off with suntan lotion 3 hours ago and isnt feelin too good. whats the matter sarcasm? i know you arent feeling too good.

lol but how would suntan lotion work on a dildo

jamheads41 Wrote: example: Sarcasm just got finished jackin off with suntan lotion 3 hours ago and isnt feelin too good. whats the matter sarcasm? i know you arent feeling too good.

wow you are a big man online you should be proud you know i would say something but to you but you might not understand the words.

You shouldnt get mad because you told us to write a story i wrote one just becasue you dont like it doesnt mean you say stupid shit to me i only followed your directions i hope we both get skulls


mmmmmmmmm Skulls

lol

Umm.....ummm....but i really can tell what happens in the future...anyways

My Dog Got Bread

dog was not very smart and was mentally ill from getting hit by a drunk driver, he could not talk after the accident so the only real way he could communicate with anyone was on this site called MKO, when he first got there noone would have guessed that he was unable to talk and treated himlike a normal kid instead of making fun of him and beating him up. mk online was really smart and was not mean to him. he liked mk online forever. MY LIFE