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what not to do......
when i woke up on that horrible saturday morning, i had dirt all over me, green felt pen covering half my left leg and almost all of my bedroom walls, my white dog had become blue and purple, there were branches from bushes all throughout the house, one window was broken, when i looked out side all i saw was garden gnomes across the street, and almost a whole binder full of paper, which i was clinging to when i woke up, was full of scribbles.
when i woke up on that horrible saturday morning, i had dirt all over me, green felt pen covering half my left leg and almost all of my bedroom walls, my white dog had become blue and purple, there were branches from bushes all throughout the house, one window was broken, when i looked out side all i saw was garden gnomes across the street, and almost a whole binder full of paper, which i was clinging to when i woke up, was full of scribbles. the other strange thing was that i couldn't leave my room, i had to yell to a friend, who had stayed the night to open the door for me for it had be ducttaped and baracaded closed.
i asked my friends when they were all awake what the hell had been going on at my party last night, and all they did was laugh. now before i tell you what they told me, just remember that in my personal opinion they're lying, a 16 year old girl could not accomplish such feats and not remember, but this is what they say, and they swear they're not lying, you be the judge..well, after the laughter died down, a marvellous story was told... i had eaten about 9 grams last night, and that 9 grams had changed me from the quiet girl, to "the girl who saved her neighbourhood". about two hours aftre i munched, my neighbour came over and complained that we were too loud, i didn't answer the door, but when i heard about it, apparently i was furious. now i mean the guy is a real prick, but not enough for this. anyways, they say i went to work immediately writing up plans to save my neighbourhood from this horrible man (that was the binder full of scribbles) next i needed my army... they say i vanished for about two and a half hours , when they finally went looking for me they saw about 25 - 30 gnomes in the yard across the street. this was my army of course. next thing's next. me and my army needed to be hidden, thats where the felt pens come in to act as camoflauge.. i disguised myself, part of my house and even my dog. my friend said that i tried to diguise him too, but he wouldn't let me. when i told him angrilly that i didn't need him on my team anyways i set out to make my own house since he wasn't going to leve mine. i broke up the bushes in my yard and dragged them inside in my attempt to make me and my army a base camp i suppose. that would explain all the branches and things inside. when my friends had had enough of laughing at me and decided that it was probably dangerous to let me continue, they tried to get me to calm down.. no good. they end up having to lock my in my room, they pushed chairs and boxes against the door, and sealed it up with duct tape.. nice hey? anyways, there's more to this story but its taking me too long to type. all in all the next day sucked, i scrubed my skin like crazy and my dog too trying to get rid of the pen, my house was a complete disaster, and trying to repaint your room before your parents come home from there trip isn't fun at all. but at least there was one good thing about that night, i was smart enough to put the stolen gnomes in the evil neighbours yard..lol even in the worst stories, good things happen, because in a way, i did succeed in overcoming my wicked neighbour... later that week he was arrested for stealing all those gnomes!... stupid man... merry munchin kids -slippy
i asked my friends when they were all awake what the hell had been going on at my party last night, and all they did was laugh. now before i tell you what they told me, just remember that in my personal opinion they're lying, a 16 year old girl could not accomplish such feats and not remember, but this is what they say, and they swear they're not lying, you be the judge..well, after the laughter died down, a marvellous story was told... i had eaten about 9 grams last night, and that 9 grams had changed me from the quiet girl, to "the girl who saved her neighbourhood". about two hours aftre i munched, my neighbour came over and complained that we were too loud, i didn't answer the door, but when i heard about it, apparently i was furious. now i mean the guy is a real prick, but not enough for this. anyways, they say i went to work immediately writing up plans to save my neighbourhood from this horrible man (that was the binder full of scribbles) next i needed my army... they say i vanished for about two and a half hours , when they finally went looking for me they saw about 25 - 30 gnomes in the yard across the street. this was my army of course. next thing's next. me and my army needed to be hidden, thats where the felt pens come in to act as camoflauge.. i disguised myself, part of my house and even my dog. my friend said that i tried to diguise him too, but he wouldn't let me. when i told him angrilly that i didn't need him on my team anyways i set out to make my own house since he wasn't going to leve mine. i broke up the bushes in my yard and dragged them inside in my attempt to make me and my army a base camp i suppose. that would explain all the branches and things inside. when my friends had had enough of laughing at me and decided that it was probably dangerous to let me continue, they tried to get me to calm down.. no good. they end up having to lock my in my room, they pushed chairs and boxes against the door, and sealed it up with duct tape.. nice hey? anyways, there's more to this story but its taking me too long to type. all in all the next day sucked, i scrubed my skin like crazy and my dog too trying to get rid of the pen, my house was a complete disaster, and trying to repaint your room before your parents come home from there trip isn't fun at all. but at least there was one good thing about that night, i was smart enough to put the stolen gnomes in the evil neighbours yard..lol even in the worst stories, good things happen, because in a way, i did succeed in overcoming my wicked neighbour... later that week he was arrested for stealing all those gnomes!... stupid man... merry munchin kids -slippy
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