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My "Notebook Of Randomness"
So i got bored in history one day and started a notebook, nothing big, but then it just kept going (actually, its still only on its like, tenth day). So here it is. I present sections of the book from me and my friend Brian passing notes in history, occasionaly others write in it too.
Me: Sweeny Todd is dead. Brian: Brilliant deduction. Why are you still here when so many unsolved mysteries require your immediate attention? Go! Go now! Me: Well you see, the Detectives Guild threatend to break my legs if I did any more detectiveing. Brian: Break theirs first, they're just detctives. Me: There once was a man from Nantucket, his name is Brian and he smells. Brian: I'm from Columbus, moron. Me: There once was a man from Columbus, his name is Brian and he is glareing at me... Pervert. Brian: THat's better. and another one. Me: I'm going to put this notebook on the interweb. Brian: You go ahead and do that. Signed Crumb Cake. Me: Crumb Cake? Brian: I don't know what it is, actually. Me: All your crumb cake are belong to me. Brian: Are? Me: ? Brian: (insert upside down question mark here) Me: (insert sideways question mark here) Brian: (insert sideways question mark pointing the other way here) Me: Stop that. Brian: doo-wop diddy, diddy-dum, diddy-do. Me: ...Freak Brian: Superfreak, superfreak, im super-freaky, yeah! Me: Duh duh duh, stick a hatchet in your head, yeah, stick a hatchet in your head, duh duh. Brian: I had Jello today. Me: I had pudding. Brian: I also had crumb cake. Me: I should just call you "Crumb Cake". Brian: You should put this notebook on the interweb. and last one. Me: Call me Ishmael. Brian: Call me Frank, but don't call me late for supper. Me: ...That was lame. Brian: I have a lame horse. His name is Late For Supper. Me: I had a horse once, but I had to shoot it, it would'nt say "Baaa". Brian: Of course a horse doesn't say that. Horses say, "Aye". Me: You're thinking of Pirates. Brian: Neigh. Me: ...No one likes a Smart-Dick. Brian: Baaa. Me: Do Not Push The Button. Brian: I pulled the lever. Is that bad? Me: You see a sign pop down that says "Every time you pull a lever, god kills a kitten. Please think of the kittens." Brian: *Pulls lever again* Me: A boot pops out and kicks you. Brian: *Pulls lever again* Me: A gun shoots you in the foot. Brian: *Pushes button* Me: Universe blows up. "I said do not push." Brian: *Pulls lever* Me: Jerk. Brian: *Pushes button AND pulls lever* Me: A kitten dies and the universe shoots you in the other foot. Brian: *Pushes kitten and pulls universe* Seth: Chuck Norris pwns in face. Brian: Call me Ishmael. And thats it, what do you guys think of the product of my bored mind? |
Haha, my friends and I used to do that a lot in our final year of school. Unfortuately the teacher noticed most of them and threw them in the bin. Hilarious stuff though. The more people you can get involved the better, and if you can get the whole class passing it round you could even try to get two going at once. Just be careful of idiots who tear it up for fun or just scribble all over it in thick black marker pen.
Do post any more conversations you have in it, they always make for good reding :P |
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Comeing Soon To A Forum Near You:
Conversations with: Ciarra sutphin, Raymond Levengood, Morgan Woolsey, and Brian Horne. Starring Me. seriously, it is really late and i can hardly think straight right now so ill put this stuff up tommoro when im not tired. |
Woo updates!
No, that was pretty good though. |
one w/ raymond
Me: my tank is indestructable. Ray: your mom is indestructable, Me: yeah' i know Ray: but in soooo many ways *cough cough* Me:jerk. your mom is so stupid she caught a cold from a flu germ. Ray:...and chuck norris spits on your pathetic existence. and by spits i mean roundhouse. Me:yeah but chuck norris and i are friends. Ray:i dont practice chuckistianism Me: chuck norris is every god. Ray:youre a nerd Me: loser Ray: .!.(^.^).!. and one w/ brian Me: so how about that novel youre working on? Brian: what novel? Me: the one where the elephant gave birth to twin cockatoos. B: who'd write a novel like that? Me:you, obviously, i just read the first three paragraphs B:first three paragraphs of what? Me:the novel you're writing, the one that sounds a lot like the hitchhikers guide to the galaxy B:my novel is silent Me:you know what i mean smart-ass B:what do you mean? Me:i mean the novel that you are writeing is the same style as the guide B: i didnt write hitchhikers guide, douglas adams did Me: it is similar to your novel, i mean B:you are mean Me: WTF?!?!? B:verbs, dummy and one w/ morgan Me: ha ha Morgan:yeah hardy har har, your a funny one. Me: thank you Morgan: much love. props to you bro Me: im an asian guy in disguise Morgan: youre an alien and one w/ ciarra Me:morgans an alien Ciarra: i thought she was a druggie Me:that too. im an asian guy in disguise. C:and im a waffle woohoo ya Me:im a pancake C:"Pamcakes? in th champeen ship?" Me:why would you call me "Mr. pancake?" C:Its Pamcake...and iono...maybe i wont call you that...maybe ill just call you Pam hahahaha Me: you're evil C:maybe...maybe not...whats it to you? Me:Mr. Ladowitz (my science teacher) is too C: Amen...yeah...scary Me: good thing he didnt read that when he walked by C: yeah...this is pointless...youre reading this while im writing it Me:but...but... im putting this on the interweb, and its random C: psh...youre...uh...530th hair on your forehead is...uh...random the end. Stay tuned for the next thrilling installment |
How very random. And amusing.
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Yes, Indeed...
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He he, I'm totaly in there! >_<
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As who?
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