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Friday, October 10, 2008
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Xanga Election '08
You've most likely already read theblackspiderman's most recent post (if not, read it so you know what's going on here), so you should know that Jenn and I are running on the same ticket in the 2008 Xanga Presidential Election.
As president, there are some specific issues I would address:
1. Traffic- Traffic can be good or bad. Bad on the way to work, but good for a website. And I've read countless entries recently about Xanga needing more web traffic. And by countless, I mean two.
- Now there are easy ways to bring in traffic such as putting a link to your personal Xanga on your Facebook and MySpace. But I have a more effective plan. Give all female Xanga users temporary Xanga tattoos in which they will put on their chesticle area. These women can then walk around wearing revealing shirts. People stare at breasts all day long anyways, this way we all get more out of it than just a hard on. And when these people go home to look at some porn and see more boobs, they will remember the name, Xanga. And BAM! You've got more traffic and new people signing up. Come on people, sex sells (especially when it involves young Thai ladyboys).
- Some people love to spam your inbox with mass messages regarding things you do not care about. And there is no way to prevent receiving them unless you block all private messages all together. If you are anything like me, you may get angry when receiving five mass spam messages in one day and have the urge to force a porcupine up the rectum of the person who sent the message.
- Xanga should have an optional option of optionisity to completely block any messages to your inbox that are sent to an entire friends list. Since this option currently doesn't exist, I have just been defriending people who spam my inbox. Harsh? Maybe. But it is your spam that makes baby jesus cry.
- The ideal solution would be to implement an option similar to reply. I would label this button "justice." And when you press the justice button, a signal would be relayed to the sender's Xanga. And the next time they log into Xanga, their computer would explode or fill with child porn and automatically contact the FBI. The justice button would only appear in reply to mass messages. After doing that you could put on your sunglasses while saying, "Justice has been served," as you walk away from your computer and pop your collar.
- Now there is nothing wrong with timestamping. But some people abuse the timestamping option more than an unwanted stepchild. This needs to stop. The timestamping, not child abuse.
- When a user timestamps an entry three or more times in one day, a button labeled "douchestamp" should appear at the bottom of their entry. When a user presses this button, it will leave a comment in the comment section with a mini that says "You're a douche!" and has a picture of Martin Prince from the Simpsons. The douche in question also loses 10 credits for every douchestamp they receive.
Now I ask you loyal Xangans, what do you believe the real issues are facing Xanga today? Let me know and I will create a follow up post with my genius solutions.
Vote for us... because we're sexy!
Plus I'm a maverick
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Wednesday, October 08, 2008
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Anal leakage
After watching HBO's True Blood, I have a new celebrity crush. Rutina Wesley. Well maybe it's more her character on the show than her. But I'd totally pee in her butt.
I can hear what you're saying to your computer screen right now, "But how can this be Paul? She's not Asian!" Well then I say to you, You're not Asian! Bwaa! Take that! Now go eat a pancake
Speaking of pancakes... I've finally discovered the meaning of life. And it has nothing to do with pancakes. But it does involve monkeys... delicious mouth watering monkeys.
Speaking of monkeys, have you ever been to their island? Watch out for that LeChuck, unless your name is Guybrush.
This is Alf --->
Is there such a thing as a wild hamster? Or is the entire species domesticated? I for one have never seen a hamster in the wild. Maybe they are aquatic. Hamsters with gills and knives strapped to their backs would be pretty badass. If I were a shark I wouldn't fuck with that shit.
I think the best female name in the world is Kira. And every Kira I've ever met has been hot HAWT. But I no longer know any Kiras.
Akira was an awesome movie. The voices in the original English dub kicked ass. The dude who did Kaneda's voice was the original Leonardo from TMNT. The redub of Akira is horrendous. The Japanese audio is cool though.
Apparently it is a guilty pleasure that I like the musical artist, Joe. If I'm not embarrassed of it does that still make it a guilty pleasure?
Are people still reading this? I hope not.
I haven't had belly button lint for many many years. I'm so clean.
It's weird knowing that my dad left us when I was young because of me... I hope I'm a good dad one day. I wonder if I'm sterile from wracking my nuts so many times from skateboarding accidents.
Cowboy Bebop's soundtrack is truly awesome opossum. Why the fuck does that word have a silent "o" in it? What is the point? Why not just throw a fucking Q at the beginning of it instead and say it's silent? Q doesn't get enough play in the English language. Oh well, at least Q gets some good face time in Star Trek.
I can't wait to wake up tomorrow morning. I bought some Captain Crunch with Crunch Berries. Breakfast will be awesome! I wonder how much cereal I would eat if I were a hobbit... Why are their feet so fucking hairy?
And that my fellow douches, is spoonerism.
Peace out qbitches
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
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My juicy brings all the couture to the yard
So the other day I was out and about being asian and getting some boba (pearl tea for all the gringos out there), and I ran into Nancy a.k.a. Ju1cyXCouture.
DriftingGC8: Hey there! I didn't know you were a fan of boba
Ju1cyXCouture: And I didn't know you were going to be in this MS Paint adventure when I bid on it.
DriftingGC8: Well, since I'm creating this thing, I figured I could weasel my way into it.
Ju1cyXCouture: Oh that's cool... except for the fact that it's not! I spent my hard earned xanga credits on an adventure about me. So I think you should leave now.
DriftingGC8: :sadface: okay... I'm leaving now. But like it or not, I'm still going to narrorate!
Ju1cyXCouture sat down to enjoy her boba in peace. But her solitude only lasted a minute when she was approached by a foreign fellow.
Aladdin: Oh em gee, you're Nancy right?! My name is Aladdin, but you can call me Al
Ju1cyXCouture: Nice to meet you, but how do you know who I am?
Aladdin: I know you from Xanga!
Ju1cyXCouture: Really? You have a Xanga page?
Aladdin: No, but I read yours all the time!
Ju1cyXCouture: Oh, that's kind of... creepy.
Aladdin: I have to be honest with you Nancy. I... I love you!
Ju1cyXCouture: I'm flattered, but I don't even know you.
Aladdin: But I know you, and everything about you and your life. We're soul mates!
Ju1cyXCouture: WTF? Get away from creepo!
Aladdin: So... is that a yes...?
Ju1cyXCouture: Eww, no!
Just then, a woman walked into the boba place and started screaming at the two.
Jasmine: What the hell is going on here?!?!
Aladdin: This girl just gave me this ring and asked me to marry her!
Ju1cyXCouture: What?!?!! You liar, you're the one who asked me to marry you!
Jasmine: Get away from my man you slut!
Ju1cyXCouture: Slut?! I don't know even know him!
Jasmine: So you just ask guys you don't even know to marry you then?
Ju1cyXCouture: I didn't ask him to marry me! Why don't you two just get out of here and let me enjoy my pearl tea in peace?
Jasmine: I can't leave, I'm going to make you pay for trying to steal my man
Ju1cyXCouture: Well then bring it!
Jasmine: Oh it's already been brought'ed
Jasmine and Ju1cyXCouture got into their battle stances and were prepared for war
Aladdin: CAAAATTT FIIIIIIGHHHHT!!!!!!
The battle was beginning and there was no avoiding it. Silence fell over the other patrons as they stopped sipping on their boba and were all watching with great anticipation to see who would attack first. Jasmine and Nancy just stood for a minute starring each other down, trying to psych each other out. Then it happened, Jasmine made the first move! Her right arm flew out infront of her and
A deadly game of Connect Four began
Jasmine: Hahaha, take that! Bottom center is my spot!
Ju1cyXCouture: Don't rule me out yet bitch!
The two went back and forth for the duration of 23 games. Each one ending as a tie. But half way through game 24, a winner was declared
Ju1cyXCouture: CONNECT FOUR!!!!!
Jasmine: NOOOOOO!!!!
Ju1cyXCouture: Now get out of here! This boba cafe is my territory, and don't you forget that. And just so you'll always remember that I kicked your ass, I'm taking your monkey!

And that is the true story of how Nancy and Abu became friends.
The end.
If you haven't figured it out by now, this MS Paint was dedicated to Ju1cyXCouture because she was the highest bidder on the xanga auction. Also major props to both npr32486 and Ju1cyXCouture for creating and maintaining a Xanga auction. I'm sure it must've been hectic to organize and constantly keep everything updated. My lazy ass couldn't have done it. And thank you to everyone who bid on me.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
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How we saved Xanga (a true story)
Gather 'round children, I'm about to tell you an epic tale. This is a tale of war, deciept, cheese, and evil. But most importantly, this is also a tale of courage, friendship, and sex toys. The tale begins with the infamous AvenueToTheReal.
While creating a new entry on xanga, all of AvenueToTheReal's posts mysteriously disappeared.
AvenueToTheReal: OMFWTFBBQ?! Where did all my posts go?!
She then furiously hits the F5 key on her keyboard (*note for n00bs* F5 refreshes the page) hoping that everything will be normal again. Unfortunately everything is still gone. But then she notices there is message in her inbox. It's from theblackspiderman and all it said was, "All my posts are gone!!!1!"
She quickly replied telling him to get on AIM asap!
AvenueToTheReal and theblackspiderman then proceeded to gather several Xangans together for a meeting in person to discuss what was going.
Everyone was happy to see each other in real life. But the excitement quickly wore off as the meeting got down to business.
lovesporks: What's this about? I have to study 37 different languages for homework tonight.
happyjen85: This better be important, I'm missing the new episode of Psych right now! :angryfaceemoticon:
theblackspiderman: We've gathered you all here because we have a huge dilemma; our xanga entries are beginning to disappear. Some of you haven't been affected... yet...
mea_maxima_culpa: Do you have any idea what's causing it?
AvenueToTheReal: Not yet, we're still looking into it.
Mysterious voice: I know what's causing it!!
Everyone turned to the left only to see a shadowy cloaked figure in the dark corner of the room.
StewieIsMyHero: WTF mate! Why so mysterious? Show yourself!
The cloaked man removed his hood to reveal his identity.
It was silence_of_words.
silence_of_words: I'm not the silence_of_words that you know.
DriftingGC8: Uhh... what do you mean?
silence_of_words: I'm the same person, but I'm from the future. And in the future, Xanga no longer exists!
Everyone: *GASP!*
silence_of_words: You see, a virus programmed to demolish Xanga has been released. AvenueToTheReal and theblackspiderman are among the first victims.
lovesporks: That's terrible!
silence_of_words: Let me have access to a laptop and I will attempt to contain the virus before it does anymore damage.
theblackspiderman: Here, use my computer.
silence_of_words pulls out a memory stick out of his pocket and sticks it in the usb drive. He then opens some futuristic program called MS-DOS. After a few moments of typing at 209 words per a minutes, he shuts down the computer and pulls out the memory stick.
silence_of_words: Okay, I've managed to contain the virus on this memory stick for now. But the virus has created a magical field around the memory stick.
mea_maxima_culpa: Can't we just step on it and destory the memory stick?
StephanieMarie7891: Weren't you listening? There's a magical field around it! MAGICAL!!!
silence_of_words: The only way to destroy it is by throwing it into the fires of Mt. Doom *dun dun dun*
StewieIsMyHero: Oh noes! Isn't that in Australia?! Australia is an evil place! Fucking kangaroos...
silence_of_words: Who here is willing to bare the burden of carrying this memory stick?
*long pause of silence*
DriftingGC8: I... I will do it.
lovesporks: Then I will go with you!
StephanieMarie7891: This concerns everyone here, we will all go with you
mea_maxima_culpa: Actually, I don't really use xanga much. I think I'm going to go get drunk instead.
happyjen85: Shut up, you're coming with us!
mea_maxima_culpa: You can't make me!
happyjen85: Well since I'm sleeping with your mother, that basically makes me your new father. And if I'm your father, you have to do what I say!
mea_maxima_culpa: Dammit... your logic is flawless
AvenueToTheReal: Enough talk, to the batmobile!
theblackspiderman: Uh... we don't have a batmobile, or any vehicles. Actually, we have to walk to Mt. Doom.
The Xangans gather up their gear and get ready for the long journey ahead of them. But before they head out, they were issued a warning.
silence_of_words: Beware of terminators, they have come from the future to prevent you from destroying the virus. And you must be quick in reaching Mt. Doom. If the virus is on the memory stick for too long before it is destroyed, bad things will happen.
StewieIsMyHero: What kind of bad things?
silence_of_words: The bad kind of bad things
StephanieMarie7891: Oh snap! That's the worst kind!
DriftingGC8: Yeah, yeah, bad things. So uh... what am I like in the future? Am I a total badass who is surrounded by ninja wenches?
silence_of_words: If by badass you mean lazy and by ninja wenches you mean bacon cheeseburgers, then yes, yes you are.
DriftingGC8: Sweet
silence_of_words: Alright, I must hop in my time machine and head back to the future. Good luck everyone!
lovesporks: We have to worry about terminators too?! This could be a tough journey.
StewieIsMyHero: How can we tell if somebody is a terminator?
theblackspiderman: It's easy, I actually came up with a point system to determine such a thing.
StewieIsMyHero: Oh, I saw a naked guy earlier who said his name was npr32486. I originally thought he was naked because he wanted to show off his abs, but maybe he was a terminator!
theblackspiderman: That's very likely, we must find him quickly! Take us to where you last saw him.
An hour later the group of totally awesome xangans arrives at the place where naked npr32486 was spotted.
StewieIsMyHero: This is where I saw him earlier, but it looks like he's gone now.
mea_maxima_culpa: This is boring... the only reason I'm here right now is because Diablo III hasn't come out yet.
npr32486: Hey guys, how's it going?
theblackspiderman: TERMINATOR!!!
npr32486: Wha... what? I'm not a terminator!
StephanieMarie7891: Then why are you naked?
npr32486: Oh you know...
AvenueToTheReal: That's not an answer!
npr32486: Oh but isn't it though... isn't it?
AvenueToTheReal: NO! It's not!
npr32486: Damn, I guess there's no way out of this. Go go gadget death punch!
happyjen85: Oh noes! He killed mea_maxima_culpa!!
DriftingGC8: You bastard!!
StewieIsMyHero: Quick, burninate him before he kills more of us!!
lovesporks: I'll spork him to death!
Just then she summoned hundreds of sporks and hurled them at npr32486. The sporks stabbed through his rock hard abs and stuck all in his flesh.
After the spork attack, npr32486 just stood and laughed because he wasn't really hurt. He then ripped off his skin to reveal the terminator within.
npr32486: Mwahahahaha! I really am a terminator!
theblackspiderman: Yeah... we kinda already figured that out on our own.
npr32486: Prepare to face my wrath!! And I will start with you spork girl, for you messed up my fleshy exterior!
npr32486 then charged at lovesporks with the fury of 1,000 squirrels. He threw a right hook, but she managed to dodge it and counter with an uppercut to his jaw. But when lovesporks's's's's fist met with his face, she broke her hand, afterall he's made out of titanium. Now in a daze with the overwhelming pain of her broken hand, npr32486 caught her off guard and backhanded her knocking her unconcious.
theblackspiderman: You can't hit a girl!!! I didn't want to have to do this, but you left me no choice!
theblackspiderman's symbiote emerged and covered his body transforming him from theblackspiderman to... THE black spiderman (I bet you didn't see that coming). npr32486 charged again ready to unleash a can of whoop ass. But theblackspiderman's spider sense began to tingle and he was able to dodge npr32486 before being hit. theblackspiderman then shot out some crazy web action at npr32486 and twirled him around in the air.
theblackspiderman let go of his web and launched npr32486 into a nearby wall, smashing him into pieces (ignore the fact that a wall just destroyed a titanium terminator).
StewieIsMyHero: Good job spidey!
StephanieMarie7891: How is lovesporks? Is she going to be alright.
DriftingGC8: She got hit pretty hard, but she'll be okay. We should drop her off at a hospital and continue our journey.
And that's just what we did. After taking her to the nearest hospital, we continued onward towards Mt. Doom.
happyjen85: So, why do they call it Mt. Doom?
StephanieMarie7891: I dunno, but it sounds scary.
AvenueToTheReal: Oh you'll see when we get there.
After about 3 hours of walking (that's right, fuck you geography), we arrived in Australia. Luckily we didn't run into any fire breathing kangaroos there. But after about another hour of traveling in Australia, we arrived at Mt. Doom.
(It's amazing how little effort I put into that picture. hahaha)
DriftingGC8: The memory stick is starting to shake.
theblackspiderman: Quickly, we must get to the top of the mountain and drop it in the fire.
StephanieMarie7891: Yeah remember, silence_of_words said bad things would happen. And I don't want to see what they are.
happyjen85: We have to climb all the way to the top of that mountain?! But it's like 300 degrees out here.
StewieIsMyHero: The sooner we climb up it, the sooner we can all go home and blog about this.
We began our trek up the mountain and eventually arrived at the top. We were sweaty, but we had finally reached the end.
AvenueToTheReal: Throw the memory stick in the fire! Stupid virus made me lose all my amazingly awesome posts!
I stepped slowly to the edge of the cliff and looked down into the firey pit. The heat from below burned more than the worst STD ever could. The memory stick began emitting a buzz and shaking violently. I extended my arm past the edge of the cliff ready to dispose of the memory stick. But just as I released my grip, the memory stick embedded itself into my skin. I freaked out and flung my arm around like it was asleep and I was trying to hit the snooze button on my alarm clock, but it was no use. The memory stick was now a part of me and causing my arm to suddenly mutate.

StewieIsMyHero: Oh noes!! DriftingGC8!!!
StephanieMarie7891: This must be the bad thing silence_of_words was talking about!
AvenueToTheReal: Noooooooooo!!! You're too sexy to mutate!!!
DriftingGC8: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! HELP MEEEE!!!!!
happyjen85: Everyone get back!!
The mutating didn't just stop at my arm, my whole body began to puff up all gross like and I began to lose control of myself. Though my mind didn't want to, my body began to attack all my friends.
StephanieMarie7891: WTF are you doing?! You can't hurt me, I'm Miss Xangamerica!!
theblackspiderman: Quick everyone, summon your lions!!
AvenueToTheReal, happyjen85, StephanieMarie7891, StewieIsMyHero, and theblackspiderman all threw the right arms in the air at the same time and a blinding light filled the sky. I was unable to see for a few moments, but when I regained my vision, I saw my five friends getting into giant robotic lions. Then the lions began to fuse together:
The lions had formed Voltron! I tried to stop myself from attacking, but my mind still had no control over my body. As my arm (and I use the word "arm" loosely) extended out in hope of infecting my liony friends, Voltron raised its sword ready to strike a deadly blow to me.
Voltron's attack was successful. It cut right through me. Voltron then disbanded and the Xangans were back on foot.
happyjen85: Uhhh... did we just kill him?
theblackspiderman: It had to be done. It was him or us.
StewieIsMyHero: But, I never got a chance to play Guitar Hero with him. :sadface:
AvenueToTheReal: And I never got to bear his warrior children.
StephanieMarie7891: This truly is a sad day. But uh, does this mean the virus is destroyed?
theblackspiderman: To be sure, we should probably throw the remains of his carcass into the fire.
StephanieMarie7891: That's disgusting, I'm not touching any of that.
theblackspiderman: You'll touch it and you'll like it!
Everyone pushed my remains off the cliff and watched as it all melted into the firey pit of Mt. Doom. The virus was destroyed. Everyone's deleted entries were restored and people went back to blogging as usual. Xanga would live on... but I would not.
The end.
You're probably wondering how I made this post if I'm dead. Well, the truth is, I was brought back to life at a later date. But the tale of my revival is a story for another day.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
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MS Paint adventure made with YOUR ideas:
It's finally here, the MS Paint adventure I promised that consists of YOUR ideas and suggestions! I apologize if you had a suggestion that I didn't use in this. Everyone's ideas, while awesome, were extremely random and it was quite a task to fit them together into a single coherent story. But I think I managed to successfully do it. If you guys enjoy this, maybe I'll do another one like it in the future.
On a random note, I noticed that revelife subscribed to my xanga today. But after reading this entry, I think revelife will most likely be unsubscribing with a quickness. Anyways, enough rambling, enjoy the story:
Something most of you may not know is that Barack Obama actually blogs on Xanga.
Obama: Presidential log, stardate 2008.9. Today I have received an e-mail from a dear friend of mine containing nothing but a link. I clicked this mysterious link and was redirected to a video on the popular youtube.com. The video I then watched blew my mind. It was the single greatest thing I have ever seen. I assume that I must be one of the only people to have seen this so far, so Xanga will appriciate me sharing this video with them.
Obama logged into his Xanga account and proceeded to create a new weblog entry.
(That's right, Obama types like a 13 year old Asian girl on his blog.)
Obama: I'm so excited about this entry! I can't wait to check back and read all the wonderful comments from people who are glad I shared this! In the meantime I should prepare for my speech tonight.
*A few hours later*
Obama: Okay, time to check my comments....
Obama: HOLY CRAP!! 23,744 comments! I didn't even know Xanga had that many users! Better start at the top and work my way through them.
The first comment was from mea_maxima_culpa and it read: WTLW!
Obama: WTLW? I wonder what that means... Oh wait, I bet I know! It's gotta be "We Totally Love Wookiees." Well who doesn't?
The next comment was from silence_of_words and it read: According to rule #34 of the internet; if it exists, there must be porn of it. So there must be chocolate rain porn, and I'll bet it was made in Germany!
Obama: What... the... hell...?
As Obama read through the rest of the comments, he noticed a trend of people calling him a Douche Bag and posting links to a Rick Astley video. Apparently everyone had known about this video for a very long time now. And after returning to youtube, he found that the video had over 27 million views.
Days later a Xanga dance competition (sponsered by revelife) was held. People danced their hearts out and the finals came down to a dance off between Michael Jackson and John Travolta.
Among the crowd of spectators was Brenda aka lovesporks. As she was bobbing her head to the music, she felt a tap on her shoulder. As she turned around and saw who it was, her eyes widened.
Brenda: OMGZORZ!!! James Bond!!!
Sean Connery: Yesh, thash meh!
Sir Sean Connery begins to hit on lovesporks and she is overcome with butterflies in her tummy and becomes very lightheaded.
Sean Connery: You're the mosht beautiful girl I've ever met, I would love to tashte your pho. I'm shure it'sh nothing lessh than phenominal.
Brenda: You're too sweet. *blush*
Sean Connery: You do realizsh that by tashte your pho, I mean have sexsh with you, right?
Brenda: EXCUSE ME?!?!
Sean Connery: You know you want it. Don't make meh backhand you woman. Hitting women ish my thing. I can do it becaush I'm Bond, Jamesh Bond.
Brenda: Why do the guys that hit on me always start off acting sweet but end up being total douche bags?!
At that moment a silence fell over the crowd.
Brenda: I'm sick off asshole guys! TAKE THIS!!!!
Brenda summoned hundreds of sporks out of nowhere and aimed them all at Sean Connery.
Sean Connery: You don't want to do thish misshy!
Brenda: Actually, I do. I'm going to make an example out of you!
And in just an instant, all the sporks launched towards Sean Connery. He did a barrel roll and was able to avoid some of them. But his resistance was futile, the razor sharp sporks punctured him all over.
As Brenda walked away from the defeated retired secret agent, she turned her head back towards his carcass and said:
Brenda: Nobody will care about your death because it won't affect the release date of Quantum Solace you cock muppet!
The Brenda/Sean Connery battle ended up distracting the crowds from everything else around. So God found this as an excellent moment for revelife to commence an attack upon Obama and other Xangans. Among the Xangans targeted was the awesometastical AvenueToTheReal.
God: AvenueToTheReal is not your average Xangan, she will not be defeated so easily. RELEASE THE ZERGLINGS!!!!!
Zerglings began to tear through the crowd until they reached and surrounded Nori.
God then showed himself.
God: Nobody can survive a zergling rush!
Nori: If you think this is the first time I've been swarmed by zerglings, then you're going to be sorely disappointed.
God: ATTACK!!!
Nori pointed her gun at the zergling horde and began shooting. Zerglings were dropping left and right. They were no match for her at all. She finished off the last of the zerglings and slowly approached God, picked him up by his giant nostral, punched him in the ear, and began to question him
Nori: Why did you try to kill me?!
God: You have been deemed a threat to our cause.
Nori: But why am I a threat?
God: You have something rare that we don't... common sense.
Nori: That's why you tried to have me killed?!?!
God: Revelife won't stand for your type in this world!
Nori then let out a flurry of punches to God's face and then tossed him aside. Just as she was about to walk away, she looked at God and said one last thing:
The crowd burst into cheer for several minutes. After the noise subsided, the music came back on, and the crowd (including Obama) all turned to watch the end of the dance off.
The end.
The following people (in alphabetical order) are credited with the ideas that made this entry:
another_rebel_without_a_cause
AvenueToTheReal
ItsWhatEyeKnow
joshx80
loveandpolitics
lovesporks
mea_maxima_culpa
meriibunny
silence_of_words
Thank you everyone for your suggestions! I hope you enjoyed this entry.
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