Does somebody like stories without any sense, made up right at the moment of writting them. Like some fairytale about two badger morons, and the squirll princess with their best friend, the toasty-like bananafriend?!?!
Then the Plastic monkey, King of the Universe came and said: I am the only one Krishmussssssss
Then write it down on this thread!! The best story gets respected!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Something like written analogy of crazy flash cartoons.
Express yourself!
Originally posted by ivan2908Wouldn't it be easier to just scroll through reinfeld's past posts?
Does somebody like stories without any sense, made up right at the moment of writting them. Like some fairytale about two badger morons, and the squirll princess with their best friend, the toasty-like bananafriend?!?!
Then the Plastic monkey, King of the Universe came and said: I am the only one Krishmussssssss
Then write it down on this thread!! The b ...[text shortened]... d!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Something like written analogy of crazy flash cartoons.
Express yourself!
Originally posted by ivan2908Rose are red.
Actually I am reading Dostojevski, Karamazov brothers at the moment.
But I like stupid thinks either, sometimes is good to release the mental brakes, and realease your id, especially if your super ego works too much...
Violets are blue (no they are not!).
I like some people.
But I don't like Yougoslavians.
John Galt (May 2, 1779 – April 11, 1839) was a Scottish novelist.
Born in Irvine, Ayrshire, Galt was the son of a naval captain. When his family relocated to Malden in 1789, Galt became an apprentice and junior clerk, writing essays and stories for local journals in his spare time. He moved to London in 1804 to seek his fortune. In 1809, Galt began studying law at Lincoln's Inn.
While subsequently traveling in Europe, Galt met and befriended Lord Byron. On his return to London, Galt wrote an account of his travels, which met with moderate success. Decades later, he would also publish the first full biography of Lord Byron.
In 1813, Galt attempted to establish a Gibraltan trading company, in order to circumvent Napoleon's embargo on British trade; however, Wellington's victory in Spain made this no longer necessary. Galt then returned to London and married Elizabeth Tilloch. In 1815, he became Secretary of the Royal Caledonian Asylum in London. He also privately consulted in several business ventures.
Concentrating on his writing for the next several years, Galt lived at times in London, Glasgow, Edinburgh and elsewhere. In addition to fiction, he also wrote a number of school texts under the pseudonym Reverend T. Clark. In addition to moving his residence frequently during this period, Galt also switched publishers several times, moving from Blackwood's Magazine to Oliver and Boyd and then back again.
In 1824, Galt was appointed Secretary to the Canada Company, a charter company established to aid in the colonization of Upper Canada. While in Canada, Galt lived in Ontario, where he founded the town of Guelph in 1827. The town of Galt in Ontario is named after him. His three sons played prominent roles in Canadian politics; one of them, Alexander, was one of the 'Fathers of the Confederation', and Canada's first Minister of Finance.
In 1829, Galt ran afoul with Sir Peregrine Maitland, the Lieutenant-Governor of Ontario, who removed Galt from his post and imprisoned him in the King's Bench Prison on a charge of negligence. Although the charges were possibly groundless, Galt was nevertheless incarcerated for a few months; one of Galt's last novels, The Member, has political corruption as its central theme. He retired to Greenock, publishing his two-volume Autobiography in 1833.
Once upon a time a magic mushroom transformed into a giant purple frog and flew off to Mars in a large banana skin. Enroute they were attacked by three gorillas who thought that the man in the moon didn't exist. Later that day a policeman called at number 267546 Acacia Grove to find the house empty. As he had a search warrant he smashed down the front door of number 267550, rushed upstairs to find an elderly Mrs Smythe in bed with a kangaroo. He then went up into the loft and using some dynamite he blasted through the connecting wall to number 267548 and then done he same to get into number 267546. If you have read this far you must be really bored but read on lol. That night the Lottery Jackpot stood at an amazing £60,000,000 and the winning lottery numbers were 3,4,12,13,45 and 47 with a bonus ball of 6. The local newspapers received several calls that UFOs with little pink creatures that had six heads and three fingers had landed and were impregnanting all the local sheep. This upset the little old lady who lived down the lane as she was still a virgin at 86. Brian Gunn is 23 today. In the House of Lords they agreed to disagree with the previous agreements. Yellow, pink, orange, blue I have not got the flu. White, black, crimson, sick I have got a great big does of verbal diahorrhea which doesn't seem appropriate given I have just. The man left the courtroom extremely happy at being fined £3000 knowing thet he had stolen £60,000 and got away with it. A woman as arrested when she started having sex with rabbbits on a farm. She said in mitigation that she had always wanted a Rampant Rabbit and the rabbits on the farm were pretty rampant when she got there. Ivor Bigun today changed his named after meeting and getting on the wrong side of Loretta Bobbit. The end of the world is nigh. Good night.
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