So Ive never tried alcohol before what does it taste like roadwolf?
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*gets out typewriter*
hmm... what to write...?
I'll have a water bottle please
Last edited by scifiguy (2008-03-23 21:52:15)
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Your going to write about a water bottle?
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nah, i'll write about...um...how bad my spell checker is (colour, favourite, etc. are apparently not words)
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hmm....maybe.
*starts typing*
"basic character outline type thing..."
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try setting it to English (Can) and alcohol is an acquired taste. *Raises a Guinness*
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Not sure if its one I would want to acquire or not.
*passes out water bottles*
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acquired taste eh? like those salty black licorice things that are (apparently) gross (but i like them)
*gets out new piece of paper and writes the title "critical review of science fiction--Doctor Who"*
*underlines title and puts paper in typewriter*
"There were many things that were very popular in the `60s, Star Trek, The Beatles, Doctor Who, etc. And many of them are still popular today. Today this article is focusing on just one: Doctor Who. From the BBC studios to the television sets of thousands of people in the '60s Doctor Who was an instant phenomenon. The sound of the theme music would send the adults to the couch and most children behind it....(etc. etc.)
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Never use teh Queens English, thats why we fought the ARW!
Just kidding.
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lol some of us are Canadians comrade
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*looks out the window*
Oh it's raining now.
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DelawareWolf17 wrote:
Never use teh Queens English, thats why we fought the ARW!
Just kidding.
eh??
nevermind
why
do
i
keep
pushing
enter
??
that was random...anyway um...*puts typewriter away* I dont need to write right now
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*runs outside*
"I'm siiiiinging in the rain"
*dances around*
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Rain type 17 i believe?
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*chuckles as Alexei does some softshoe in the rain*
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NO not rain type 17
This is rain type 108 or 109, a good pouring rain.
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right, rain type 17 is not very good to be outside in i guess; well at least the snow is melting (the word 'snow' is a swear word in the winter around here rofl) (or it might as well be anyway)
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Personally, I always consider snow a dirty four letter word.
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lol *uses chill spell*
Dances around in lovely fluffy snow
"I'm siiiinging in the um snow"
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*puts log in woodstove*
ok um...hmm
*gets out record player*
*plugs in headphones*
(its a newer record player)
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*watches Alexei dance and claps paws*
Bravo!
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*opens newspaper*
hmm, lets see, its supposed to rain, i knew that
*looks at florescent light*
yeah, its definitely going to rain.
*looks at newspaper*
hmm, power out all over the place, basements flooded, that was some rain (type 17 i believe)
*lights flicker*
oh dont tell me the hydro's going to go out again...
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"dont worry" roadie slurs as he stands up wobbling on his drunken legs, he reaches in his pocket and pulls out a bottle containing some kind of capsule, he takes one and in five minutes his hangovers gone
"ah thats better, now it seems our power might give out at any minute which gives me an idea, i have an old steam engine and generator out back i'll see if i can get it going" roadie goes outside and drags the old engine out from it hiding place then grabs some kindling from behind the workshop. after checking that the valves and everything still moves he tries to light a small fire in the firebox but all he gets is a puny little flame "this isnt working, i wonder what i have in the shop that could help" he spends ten minutes searching he finally finds what hes looking for, he comes back carrying a a jerry can and procedes to dump in 5 gallons of gasoline mixed with engine oil so it dont explode(or so he thinks), he strikes a match and tosses it in, the match burns away without anything happening. roadie leans in to see what went wrong when FOOOM the stuff catches and explodes in a fireball leaving roadie looking like wile coyote after a explosion. after locating his eyebrows and putting his tail out he sees the fire is burning nicely so he throws on a few shovels of coal (dunno where he got it from) and lets the pressure rise
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*pulls out old fashioned reel-to-reel tape recorder*
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The tape recorder is for the band...speaking of which.
*goes on stage and sings "Band on the Run" in a credible imitation of Paul McCartney*
stuck inside these four walls,
sent inside forever,
never seeing no one nice again
like you, mama,
you, mama,
you.
if i ever get out of here,
thought of giving it all away
to a registered charity,
all i need is a pint a day.
if i ever get out of here,
if we ever get out of here.
well, the rain exploded with a mighty crash
as we fell into the sun.
and the first one said to the second one there,
"i hope you're having fun!"
band on the run,
band on the run,
and the jailer man and sailor sam,
were searching ev'ryone,
for the band on the run,
band on the run,
for the band on the run,
band on the run.
well, the undertaker drew a heavy sigh,
seeing no one else had come.
and a bell was ringing in the village square
for the rabbits on the run.
band on the run,
band on the run,
and the jailer man and sailor sam,
were searching ev'ryone,
for the band on the run,
band on the run.
yeah, the band on the run,
the band on the run,
the band on the run,
band on the run.
well, the night was falling as the desert world
began to settle down.
in the town they're searching for us ev'rywhere
but we never will be found.
band on the run,
band on the run,
and the county judge, who held a grudge,
will search forever more,
for the band on the run,
for the band on the run,
the band on the run, yeah,
the band on the run, yeah
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