Post by Inamon on Dec 23, 2007 13:20:31 GMT -5
Homer
As a fat slob, I do more than simply eating donuts and doing... er, stuff. I build... uh, I dunno... I forget what to say. But the point is, if you see me down the street, don't point at me! I've had enough with this crazy world! Yah, why is it that I have to be embrassed about my own behind? Am I not making sense? Okay, I'll start more over formal. I'm Homer Jay Simpson. I've got a wife and two children. The children is a real troublemaker. Except the girl. Forgot her name, but I think she wears toenails. Anywho, it started in ten;
"Marge!"
"Yes?"
"Gimme some more beer."
As I waited, I looked at Bart, as he carefully was doing his stuff I don't want to know about and I don't want to care about. I don't know why I looked at him. He seemed evil. No, not evil - hard working. Well, it was expirence. I waited when I heard a noise. I looked at Marge as I saw her lying down on the floor.
"Marge? Are you okay, beer?"
She didn't respond. She was hurt. I gasped and got the hospital. But the electricity was off. I didn't know what to do. There were only two options now; Get the car and go, or take I wizz. I took the former.
However, the car was smashed. I groaned. It was Santa's Little Helper.
"Shoo, ya mutt!"
He escaped through the street. I didn't care. But Marge was in serious pain. I called for Ned. I stole his car after he took so long. I listened to some classical tunes that somewhat made me cry.
The hospital was a long journey; I ran over a police car.
"The boy did it"
That didn't help. I tried to run with the cops while holding Marge on my shoulders, but I couldn't run anymore. Just then I realized something; my shoes were the old ones I sold to Grampa.
"There you go, fatso"
Chief Wiggum lied.
"I am not fat!"
I replied. Oh my god, that just ryhmed - I wanted to make a song and now it's time!"
Being in jail was a long process. Then, the lights went off.
"Now what?"
Chief Wiggum annouced something;
"Guys, a boy wants to get a skateboard, but somebody stole it. You are allowed to go out and find it, but you will wear these collars. There is a camera - if we find you going somewhere, the police was track you down and aim fire at you. I wouldn't do this according to law, but I'm paying revenge after they arrested me. It was an embrassing time."
"Stupid law. Stupid boy. Stupid jail... Stupid everything!"
We went outside, screaming and running like crazy. Then I heard six gunshots. I kept on going, but tripped over something. That reminded me, while lying on the floor.
"Marge!"
I had a short conversation with the chief.
"What did you do to my wife; drug her?"
"Oh, no. Mr. Simpson. We killed her!"
"Aaah!"
"..Pain! That's right, we cured her!"
"Where is she?!?"
Then, somebody shouted that they found the skateboard.
"Sorry Simpson, we gotta go."
That's when I thought it was time; I had to search all the Springfield hospitals, but to do that I had to be crazy enough to escape from prison. In which I did.
"After him! He's doing something!"
Running, I ate a sausage to move on further. Suddenly, something above the sky started to appear. It was a blue, electricity fancy thing; unsure what it was called. But it had me in it. It read, I HATE MY DAD.
"What the..."
I whimpered, yet still my legs ran. I was annoyed. What happened? Then, I recognised, while I was on the road, a long road of yellow footsteps was there. Thinking it would arrive to the I HATE MY DAD sign, I followed the train. I nearly was run over, but luckily escaped.
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This is in Trilogy of Error format, and will be carried on. I will modify the page.
As a fat slob, I do more than simply eating donuts and doing... er, stuff. I build... uh, I dunno... I forget what to say. But the point is, if you see me down the street, don't point at me! I've had enough with this crazy world! Yah, why is it that I have to be embrassed about my own behind? Am I not making sense? Okay, I'll start more over formal. I'm Homer Jay Simpson. I've got a wife and two children. The children is a real troublemaker. Except the girl. Forgot her name, but I think she wears toenails. Anywho, it started in ten;
"Marge!"
"Yes?"
"Gimme some more beer."
As I waited, I looked at Bart, as he carefully was doing his stuff I don't want to know about and I don't want to care about. I don't know why I looked at him. He seemed evil. No, not evil - hard working. Well, it was expirence. I waited when I heard a noise. I looked at Marge as I saw her lying down on the floor.
"Marge? Are you okay, beer?"
She didn't respond. She was hurt. I gasped and got the hospital. But the electricity was off. I didn't know what to do. There were only two options now; Get the car and go, or take I wizz. I took the former.
However, the car was smashed. I groaned. It was Santa's Little Helper.
"Shoo, ya mutt!"
He escaped through the street. I didn't care. But Marge was in serious pain. I called for Ned. I stole his car after he took so long. I listened to some classical tunes that somewhat made me cry.
The hospital was a long journey; I ran over a police car.
"The boy did it"
That didn't help. I tried to run with the cops while holding Marge on my shoulders, but I couldn't run anymore. Just then I realized something; my shoes were the old ones I sold to Grampa.
"There you go, fatso"
Chief Wiggum lied.
"I am not fat!"
I replied. Oh my god, that just ryhmed - I wanted to make a song and now it's time!"
Being in jail was a long process. Then, the lights went off.
"Now what?"
Chief Wiggum annouced something;
"Guys, a boy wants to get a skateboard, but somebody stole it. You are allowed to go out and find it, but you will wear these collars. There is a camera - if we find you going somewhere, the police was track you down and aim fire at you. I wouldn't do this according to law, but I'm paying revenge after they arrested me. It was an embrassing time."
"Stupid law. Stupid boy. Stupid jail... Stupid everything!"
We went outside, screaming and running like crazy. Then I heard six gunshots. I kept on going, but tripped over something. That reminded me, while lying on the floor.
"Marge!"
I had a short conversation with the chief.
"What did you do to my wife; drug her?"
"Oh, no. Mr. Simpson. We killed her!"
"Aaah!"
"..Pain! That's right, we cured her!"
"Where is she?!?"
Then, somebody shouted that they found the skateboard.
"Sorry Simpson, we gotta go."
That's when I thought it was time; I had to search all the Springfield hospitals, but to do that I had to be crazy enough to escape from prison. In which I did.
"After him! He's doing something!"
Running, I ate a sausage to move on further. Suddenly, something above the sky started to appear. It was a blue, electricity fancy thing; unsure what it was called. But it had me in it. It read, I HATE MY DAD.
"What the..."
I whimpered, yet still my legs ran. I was annoyed. What happened? Then, I recognised, while I was on the road, a long road of yellow footsteps was there. Thinking it would arrive to the I HATE MY DAD sign, I followed the train. I nearly was run over, but luckily escaped.
---
This is in Trilogy of Error format, and will be carried on. I will modify the page.
