felixconnie

i bought some of these and used one, i nearly came. good thing i had tissues around ^.~

my sister got me a new toilet seat for christmas, and here it is. dollar bills ya'll.

i realize that its been a while since i posted new story line... but really i lost my notebook with my story in it, i found it today... so.... more coming soon.

sorry for any boredom

alright, its been a long time since ive posted or written anything. had some personal things to work on first.
this is chapter 4 of paragraph one. btw, this chapter may not be suitable for children.
that being said...

Chapter 1-4 start.

    The silence was broken when they were stopped at a busy intersection. Mark glanced over at Vincent, then looked back at the light and said "Y'know, Freddy Mercury, from Queen, he was gay." to which Vincent responded "I know, my first gay fantasy was about him. although he didn't look as good with a moustache, i like clean-shaven men.""Well then you and Gene will get along just fine, he can't even grow hair on his face yet." "very funny, Mark... so... you're okay with this?" "Honestly? no, but ill stick by your side till i am, how about that?" "sounds good to me. how do you think everyone else will take the news?" Vincent said with a nervous tone. " i mean if you took it like this... what will other people say?" "Well, you ex-girlfriends will say 'hmm, well that makes sense' and Eugene will be like 'ooh, fresh meat, i better go buy some more lube!'" "your an ass, you know that right? Gene is a nice, good looking guy, he's a thousand times better than you, douche monkey." "Are you even sure he's gay? I mean it's hard to tell these days, he could just be very metro, you know?" "he speaks with a lisp, wears all pink, and he carries a prada purse. im pretty sure, plus, he's been hitting on me all semester." "I guess thats a good clue, huh?" mark asked, a ring of defeat in his voice. As they parked in the student parking lot, they spotted Eugene walking towards the school's courtyard. Vincent's heart started to flutter in anticipation, he felt his face turn red, and his breath became short. He was ready. or so he hoped.


chapter 1-4 end.

so, there it is, i hope you liked it. and i know that i need grammer help and all that shit, ill work on that later

Note: I've come up with a possible name for my novel, and even tho you may not understand it, i would like to hear feedback on it.
the name is 'Flash Happy'.

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    The conversation in that black camero was different than the usual girl trouble and missed assignments, it went as such. they were talking about a level in the latest Mario game, when all of a sudden Mark's face became serious and he said, " hey Vinny, what's up? your usually on your 5th fat joke by now, you okay?" To which Vincent responded, "Huh? oh, yeah Im good, just thinking about someone..." "Oh really now? anyone that i would know?"  " I think you would they're in our 4th hour class." Mark looked at him with dismay, " Our floral arrangement class? the only reason we took that class was to get an easy A and meet girls, so how do you expect me to pick the one girl from the class of 34?" "How about a hint, something that will most likely give it away completely?" " well, I'm not one to use cheat codes, but I'll make an exception this time. so what is it? does she have brown hair? big tits? I know, it's the girl with the huge eyes, right?!" " not the..." "wait, it isn't the teacher is it, i know you like the old fat women, but come on, man she's ugly. " Mark I'm trying to..." " wait, wait. it has to be the small bookish chick with the perfect tits, long red hair, and the hot kind of glasses. thats got to be..." " Mark, it's Gene! Y'know, Eugene Bryant?! he's the one i can't stop thinking about!" there was a silence in the car that felt as if it would create a black hole and consume the cosmos.

paragraph 1-3 end.

ok, i hope that you enjoyed it, of course i want you to comment and tell me what you think! BTW this is the last completely clean paragraph for.... well... a good part of the book... so... yeah... warning to young people.

paragraph 1-2 start

After taking a shower and brushing off all the loose hair and pink fluff from the second wave of towel based warfare, Vincent had a hearty breakfast of two fig newtons, a pop tart, and a cherry capri sun. As soon as he popped the last morsel of pop tart into his mouth he heard a car honk it's horn outside, a sign that his friend had come to pick him up. the driver's name was Mark, He and Vincent had grown up together since they were in the fifth grade. Mark was known as the school's biggest goth, and at 296 pounds (2 of which consisted of black make-up) 'biggest' goth was a worthy statement. Mark had black hair, black clothes, contacts that made his eyes black, black fingernails, and a black car with black leather interior (which made his car make hell seem frigid during the summers). the only thing that wasn't black was marks ghostly white skin. Mark honked his horn once more just as Vincent walked out his door, making him have to pee again. when he got to the car mark called out to him, "Good morning sunshine, your looking rather shitty this morning!" "Yeah, yeah. i couldn't sleep last night, you know, too busy thinking about girls, sports and algebra tests. basic teenage angst." replied Vincent "Besides, at least i don't look the same every single day like someone I know." "Hey, when you look this good, why change?" And with that they drove to school talking about their multiple cases of teenage angst.

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i love you if you read this, ill love you more if you give me nice comments ^.^

(ill think of a Title later)
World 1-1 start!

    Vincent awoke suddenly early Tuesday morning feeling as though he was about to throw up hot lava. he reached for the tums but found the bottle he kept next to his bed empty. he let out a strained sigh as he flopped his head back onto his pillow as he whispered to himself "damn." He pushed his legs over over the side of his bed, his blanket trying to cling to his leg. Vincent sat upright with a drawn-out groan and scruffled his long brown hair. he stood up and walked to his door, discovering half way there that his leg had fallen asleep making him stumble in the dark. As he reached the hall closet he felt as if something was wrong, like some unknown force was lurking, he looked around, but saw nothing. Figuring it was tired paranoia that made him over-aware, he opened up the closet door only to be attacked by a gang of pink bath towels that answer directly to gravity. "Great, now i have to pee too." he mumbled, recovering from the cotton blitzkrieg. He folded his assailants and took a tums to relieve the molten reflux that jumped in his throat. He meandered into the bathroom watching the towels on the rack, just in case they decided to finish what their comrades started in the hallway. They gave no response, instead they sat there planning the assault that they would grace Vincent with after his morning shower. Vincent finished up and went back to bed, he glanced at the clock that was glowing a dim green. It was 5:44 A.M. before the time could register in Vincent's mind, his alarm went off with an electric whine making Vincent's blood pressure go up 30 points for about a minute. he let out a long, painful sigh and got back out of bed to get ready for the long day to come.

World 1-1 end!