Chapter 2—A New Day…A New Chapter
Right suivant to the right one…what if toi are, and toi just don’t know it? ou toi know it, and they don’t? That’s quite a pickle…why do they say that? Why is it a pickle? Why not say “oh, that’s quite a scone!” ou “what a canneberge muffin!” ah…so confusing. So I think that if toi are going on a bike ride toi don’t need to wear a helmet, toi just need to wear one of those big hard headbands. That’s because I was riding in this really short car down a bumpy road and I hit my head on the ceiling. But it didn’t hurt. toi wanna know why? Because I was wearing a big fat hard headband. Maybe that’s why people started wearing those. Maybe someone had on a bike casque and the front and back got cut off, and it was just a hard strip. And then that strip happened to look very good on that person, and so they just kept it around for everyday use. And then someone saw them with it and cut up their own bike helmets and just wore the headbands instead. But then, over time, people forgot the safety features of these headbands and just started wearing them for fashion and fun, and someone reinvented the bike helmet, because people were not wearing their headbands while riding their bikes, and were getting their skulls cracked open. And then the rules were made that toi have to wear your casque when toi ride your bike, so nobody was Rebelle enough to bring back the headband helmets. And there toi have it, the story of how helmets were turned into headbands and back again. Bing! I need a brain implant. I think that instead of breast implants and nose jobs and lip puffer-upper thingies they should offer brain implants. They would make so much plus money on brain implants than on any of other things because plus people are stupid and need brain implants. I would definitely get one if they were offered. I really need a calculator implanted into my brain, and soon too, I have finals suivant week. But if brain implants were available the math teachers would probably forbid them ou something, so i don’t know if that would be a very good idea anyways…oh well, it was a good idea when it came to mind…ha-ha and it would still be nice… oh well. toi can’t have everything except for those smiley faces are really happy lookingthey make me warm and fuzzy inside! What if toi actually got warm and fuzzy inside whenever toi a dit that? Like your insides started boiling and sprouted little fuzzy hairs like a baby chickens ou whatever. That’s kinda gross if toi think about it. It’s also gross if toi don’t think about it. toi know what? It’s just gross. Period…times 2…+4…period.haha how’s that for a . ? I just wish it didn’t have that gigantic l’espace up there . . . oh well. That’s what toi get when toi want to make a point with your big .’S. toi know what I like? Those big giant tortilla chip thingies. toi know the big and round yellow things that taste like regular tortilla chips, but are really, really big? Actually, I don’t know if toi do know. . . im just assuming that toi know what im talking about, which I should probably never do, cos I hardly ever make much sense about anything. I also don’t make cents. Im totally broke. I wish I made cents. . . but I can’t find a way of doing that without actually working. . . so I guess I’ll just stay broke for a while until my birthday. It’s in a couple of months, I’ll get par on begging till then. Maybe I’ll start right now. I’ll be back later, im heading for the streets! Okay, so the streets (my driveway) wasn’t working. Turns out rich people don’t come down to the end of Driven Trail very much at 5:00 on a Wednesday…well, I didn’t expect very much plus than a couple of birds and maybe a écureuil ou two. And they don’t carry any money on them, cos they don’t have pockets. What if they did have pockets? It would be really funny to see a mésange, mésange à tête ou a écureuil running around in the mud in a little dress ou mini, miniscule little jeans and a jacket! And they could have pockets just big enough to stuff a folded up twenty in there. Only the pockets would like take up the entire chemise if they were that big… oh well. Maybe I’ll make some little teeny clothes and lay them out on the porch and see if they’re gone in the morning. Only if they are gone, it probably means that my chiens ate them… oh well, at least their stomachs will be warm! toi cannot have a cold stomach. If your stomach was cold all the chewed up nourriture would just freeze into a big mushy gross looking ice cube. And it would just stay in there forever. I wonder if that’s why vampires can’t eat regular food. Their skin is so cold that any nourriture they ate would just freeze into lumpy brown ice. Wow, that explains a lot! It’s funny how much toi can learn while just rambling on and on like im doing now! I think that when toi think toi don’t think of as many good ideas, don’t toi think so? When you’re thinking you’re actually thinking about something, so there’s no room in your brain for new plus interesting ideas. If you’re not thinking about anything in particular, and just écriture down anything that comes into your mind a lot of very interesting educational stuff comes into your mind. Like about the cold stomachs and the song slugs and the headband helmets and stuff. Ah, the things the brain comes up with! Fascinating, fascinating! I could spend all jour talking about it (don’t get scared, I won’t).
haha! there toi go! the seconde installment of my awesome book!
Right suivant to the right one…what if toi are, and toi just don’t know it? ou toi know it, and they don’t? That’s quite a pickle…why do they say that? Why is it a pickle? Why not say “oh, that’s quite a scone!” ou “what a canneberge muffin!” ah…so confusing. So I think that if toi are going on a bike ride toi don’t need to wear a helmet, toi just need to wear one of those big hard headbands. That’s because I was riding in this really short car down a bumpy road and I hit my head on the ceiling. But it didn’t hurt. toi wanna know why? Because I was wearing a big fat hard headband. Maybe that’s why people started wearing those. Maybe someone had on a bike casque and the front and back got cut off, and it was just a hard strip. And then that strip happened to look very good on that person, and so they just kept it around for everyday use. And then someone saw them with it and cut up their own bike helmets and just wore the headbands instead. But then, over time, people forgot the safety features of these headbands and just started wearing them for fashion and fun, and someone reinvented the bike helmet, because people were not wearing their headbands while riding their bikes, and were getting their skulls cracked open. And then the rules were made that toi have to wear your casque when toi ride your bike, so nobody was Rebelle enough to bring back the headband helmets. And there toi have it, the story of how helmets were turned into headbands and back again. Bing! I need a brain implant. I think that instead of breast implants and nose jobs and lip puffer-upper thingies they should offer brain implants. They would make so much plus money on brain implants than on any of other things because plus people are stupid and need brain implants. I would definitely get one if they were offered. I really need a calculator implanted into my brain, and soon too, I have finals suivant week. But if brain implants were available the math teachers would probably forbid them ou something, so i don’t know if that would be a very good idea anyways…oh well, it was a good idea when it came to mind…ha-ha and it would still be nice… oh well. toi can’t have everything except for those smiley faces are really happy lookingthey make me warm and fuzzy inside! What if toi actually got warm and fuzzy inside whenever toi a dit that? Like your insides started boiling and sprouted little fuzzy hairs like a baby chickens ou whatever. That’s kinda gross if toi think about it. It’s also gross if toi don’t think about it. toi know what? It’s just gross. Period…times 2…+4…period.haha how’s that for a . ? I just wish it didn’t have that gigantic l’espace up there . . . oh well. That’s what toi get when toi want to make a point with your big .’S. toi know what I like? Those big giant tortilla chip thingies. toi know the big and round yellow things that taste like regular tortilla chips, but are really, really big? Actually, I don’t know if toi do know. . . im just assuming that toi know what im talking about, which I should probably never do, cos I hardly ever make much sense about anything. I also don’t make cents. Im totally broke. I wish I made cents. . . but I can’t find a way of doing that without actually working. . . so I guess I’ll just stay broke for a while until my birthday. It’s in a couple of months, I’ll get par on begging till then. Maybe I’ll start right now. I’ll be back later, im heading for the streets! Okay, so the streets (my driveway) wasn’t working. Turns out rich people don’t come down to the end of Driven Trail very much at 5:00 on a Wednesday…well, I didn’t expect very much plus than a couple of birds and maybe a écureuil ou two. And they don’t carry any money on them, cos they don’t have pockets. What if they did have pockets? It would be really funny to see a mésange, mésange à tête ou a écureuil running around in the mud in a little dress ou mini, miniscule little jeans and a jacket! And they could have pockets just big enough to stuff a folded up twenty in there. Only the pockets would like take up the entire chemise if they were that big… oh well. Maybe I’ll make some little teeny clothes and lay them out on the porch and see if they’re gone in the morning. Only if they are gone, it probably means that my chiens ate them… oh well, at least their stomachs will be warm! toi cannot have a cold stomach. If your stomach was cold all the chewed up nourriture would just freeze into a big mushy gross looking ice cube. And it would just stay in there forever. I wonder if that’s why vampires can’t eat regular food. Their skin is so cold that any nourriture they ate would just freeze into lumpy brown ice. Wow, that explains a lot! It’s funny how much toi can learn while just rambling on and on like im doing now! I think that when toi think toi don’t think of as many good ideas, don’t toi think so? When you’re thinking you’re actually thinking about something, so there’s no room in your brain for new plus interesting ideas. If you’re not thinking about anything in particular, and just écriture down anything that comes into your mind a lot of very interesting educational stuff comes into your mind. Like about the cold stomachs and the song slugs and the headband helmets and stuff. Ah, the things the brain comes up with! Fascinating, fascinating! I could spend all jour talking about it (don’t get scared, I won’t).
haha! there toi go! the seconde installment of my awesome book!
AS toi can tell, i am no longer going into the spot where i should of wrote this. To all members of the aléatoire spot i am sorry it's just a fighting issue. I'm not posting this in the TDI spot becuase i am leaving that spot. toi guys just keep on fighting! Please, please stop it! toi are wrecking the fanpop family, and toi are breaking my heart. Please, i am begging you! If toi have any kindness left in you, please just say sorry.
FORGIVE AND FORGET,LIFE IS TOO SHORT WITHOUT REGRETS.
This is stupid! Fighting, i mean when i first joined fanpop, there was no fighting at all. Now there is about 3 people leaving a day. So if toi want about only 60 out of the 1461 fans, go ahead. But im done with it.
FORGIVE AND FORGET,LIFE IS TOO SHORT WITHOUT REGRETS.
This is stupid! Fighting, i mean when i first joined fanpop, there was no fighting at all. Now there is about 3 people leaving a day. So if toi want about only 60 out of the 1461 fans, go ahead. But im done with it.
MY CAT BUBBA WILL WALK ACROSS ME TO GET 2 PLACES... SO ONE jour I WAS SLEEPING I WAS HAPPY,PEACEFUL, AND EVERYTHING U COULD IMAGINE UNTIL... BUBBA JUMPS ON THE lit AND I GUESS HE WANTED TO GET 2 THE OTHER SIDE SO HE WALKED ACROSS MY HEAD 2 GET THERE.... THAT WOKE ME UP AND IT WAS LIKE 5:00 IN THE MORNING... I WAS MAD SO MY MOM YELLED AT HIM 4 ME..... THE suivant MORNING I WAS SO TIRED...
AND SOMETIMES IF BUBBA WANTS 2 GET TO THE OTHER SIDE HE WILL STILL WALK ACROSS MY HEAD! BUT I DONT GET MAD MUCH ANYMORE BUT ITS SO FUNNY... SO THAT WAS MY STORY ABOUT MY HILARIOUS/FUNNY CAT BUBBA
THE END... -BY ROLIE1!!!
AND SOMETIMES IF BUBBA WANTS 2 GET TO THE OTHER SIDE HE WILL STILL WALK ACROSS MY HEAD! BUT I DONT GET MAD MUCH ANYMORE BUT ITS SO FUNNY... SO THAT WAS MY STORY ABOUT MY HILARIOUS/FUNNY CAT BUBBA
THE END... -BY ROLIE1!!!