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banana500 wrote:

TorbyFork234 wrote:

banana500 wrote:

Actually, I've heard that as we speak, elves are designing new technologies for a hi-tech sleigh with a faster-than-light speed drive. That doesn't need reindeer! 

You mean the elves that get no pay that are stuck in the top of the world? The ones who work tirelessly to make sure every child gets a toy? The ones that work for the so-called 'jolly' man who steals all my cookies? The ones who were taken away from their homes just because they're little to work? Have you ever considered the elves family? How do you think they feel? In fact, they're not even elves. Part of the uniform is that they have to tape on little plastic items onto their ears. From that, they can't hear a word you say.
Besides, you want to know Santa's real plan with the elves' machine? He wants to make a black hole 'cuz he's evil like that.

Their ears aren't plastic.

They've been forcefully sharpened with plastic surgery.

excuse me, some people are born with pointed ears please stop marginalizing them

Last edited by luiysia (2012-12-05 15:45:53)

jontmy00 wrote:

Gravitation wrote:

beautiful :'3

One day, I played Minecraft the whole day. Then I realized that there was only 1 chocolate left in my advent calendar. I ate it. The end.

o_O

You can't play anything of the whole day. You'd get bored of it. 

You underestimate people

Deck the Halls

She had her ear pressed to the floorboards, her entire body stiff. Somewhere downstairs, something creaked.
He’s coming!
She lifted herself off the floor and tottered excitedly on the spot. She was going to finally meet him! She was finally going to meet HIM at last!
‘I’m coming, Santa, I’m coming,’ she chanted. The hallway was dark, but she could feel the wall, the soft carpet underneath her feet.
Santa, don’t leave without me!
She remembered the first time she met Santa. When she was five, in that shopping centre. Maybe he would show her Rudolph, Dasher, or Prancer. Maybe he would even let her pet them!
I've waited so long.
She crunched her eyes up as she opened the living room door. Then, with delight, she opened them and finally saw…
The bat swinging down on her.
SNAP!
‘Holy heck, it’s a little girl! You just killed a little girl!’
‘Shhhhhh… keep your voice down.’
‘But you just-‘
‘I don’t care! I wouldn't care if it was a war lord! Now take anything valuable and put it in the sack.’
‘Okay… Joe, are necks meant to be like that?’
‘I don’t know, and I don’t care either.’
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Now wouldn't this be a nice little story to read to a younger brother or sister? Constructive criticism appreciated.