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  • Elektrizantek

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    Oct 21, 2014 12:30 PM GMT
    Here we can create a story.The user above continue the story 5-10 words.

    I start the story and you continue.



    I wake up at 7 o*clock and...
  • xBEHEMOTHx

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    Oct 21, 2014 12:56 PM GMT
    See smoking rolling in under the bedroom door
  • HottJoe

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    Oct 21, 2014 2:55 PM GMT
    It's smells like skunk and I realize my Stoner brother is back in town.
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    Oct 21, 2014 2:59 PM GMT
    So I stop, drop and roll
  • HottJoe

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    Oct 21, 2014 3:49 PM GMT
    "Whoa, you trippin, bro?" my brother asks, entering the room with a lit blunt and a bemused grin smacked across his face.
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    Oct 21, 2014 4:18 PM GMT
    So , we sit and enjoy a blunt.
  • HottJoe

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    Oct 21, 2014 4:54 PM GMT
    But our bonding experience is cut short when he asks for money--again. I should've known he'd be here for one reason only.

    "What do you need it for this time?" I groan.

    He responds with a wicked grin. "I have the opportunity of a lifetime."
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    Oct 21, 2014 5:02 PM GMT
    "Ebola insurance. Huge income vs. low payout. Everybody's panicked but very few will actually contract it. I even have our mascot," he said as he thrust a rhesus monkey towards me.
  • HottJoe

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    Oct 21, 2014 7:33 PM GMT
    My jaw dropped just in time for the monkey to fling a fistful of its own feces at my face.

    "What the fuck?!" I gagged and coughed. I couldn't help but puke into the closest receptacle, which happened to be a laundry basket full of clean work clothes.

    My brother laughed his ass off, as the monkey literally went ape-shit and started knocking all my books and wrestling trophies off my shelves.

    "Get that thing out of here!!!"

    "Chill, bro. His name is Bobo. I think he likes you."

    "Damn you! I better not have fucking Ebola now!" was all I could say.
  • Elektrizantek

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    Oct 21, 2014 8:38 PM GMT
    Hey you use too many words.



    If i will get infected i will hate the black people ...
  • HottJoe

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    Oct 21, 2014 8:46 PM GMT
    ^ (But the main character is this cool black guy with wrestling trophies, so we'll just have to ignore your nonsense comment, because it makes no sense.

    No racist white people are allowed to be main characters. They can be villains only).
  • Elektrizantek

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    Oct 21, 2014 8:49 PM GMT
    Is just a story then don t take is so seriosly ,continue the story
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    Oct 21, 2014 10:12 PM GMT
    HottJoe saidMy jaw dropped just in time for the monkey to fling a fistful of its own feces at my face.

    "What the fuck?!" I gagged and coughed. I couldn't help but puke into the closest receptacle, which happened to be a laundry basket full of clean work clothes.

    My brother laughed his ass off, as the monkey literally went ape-shit and started knocking all my books and wrestling trophies off my shelves.

    "Get that thing out of here!!!"

    "Chill, bro. His name is Bobo. I think he likes you."

    "Damn you! I better not have fucking Ebola now!" was all I could say.


    My brother responded, "Well, I think it's Bedtime for Bobo!"
  • Aleco_Graves

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    Oct 21, 2014 10:23 PM GMT
    My brother non-chalantly strolls out the room, the Monkey latched on to his left Calf.

    I swear Bobo just gave me the stink eye!

    I run to the bathroom to brush my teeth three times over and gargle antiseptic mouth wash; I swallow a little, just in case.

    I make a swift J turn back into my room to deal with the next Dilema: My vomit soaked clothes. Being too tired and with that all generous drag I took, I decide not to bother too much and, leaving them to soak in my tub overnight.

    Here comes the Light Headedness. Yup Bro bought the strong Stuff from Our Gardner Juan Again


    I warily stumble to my bed and collapse on the sheets. My eyelids grow heavy and that night I dream of brightly coloured Monkeys In wrestling unitards
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    Oct 21, 2014 11:32 PM GMT
    I wake up to find Bobo humping my stuffed Curious George from childhood. My first impulse is to save Sock Monkey before Bobo violates him. I jump out of bed but fall over a dead hooker in the middle of the floor.
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    Oct 21, 2014 11:39 PM GMT
    Then I realized some people can't count to ten.
  • barriehomeboy

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    Oct 22, 2014 1:01 AM GMT
    I wake up at 7 AM and wonder what it would be like to wake up at 10 AM every day. The guy on the other side of the mattress is always a distraction.
    My bed sags and we both keep rolling into the middle all night and wondering, who's that? when we wake each other up.
    He leaves, with excuses, and I cook bacon and eggs and wonder what it feels like to wake up alone, and rested, every day.


  • HottJoe

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    Oct 22, 2014 2:15 AM GMT
    The next day I don't wake up until after noon and the day after that I don't wake up until dusk. The man in bed with me is just someone from a feverish dream. I feel sick and it's not just because there's a monkey humping a stuffed monkey on top of a dead hooker in my room. I can't even count to ten...

    I call my brother and tell him I need a doctor.

    "This is going to be expensive. You should've bought that insurance," he says.
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    Oct 22, 2014 4:48 AM GMT
    "Let me take your temperature. For housecalls I use a rectal thermometer. Drop the Christians, please...OH my. Time to call in the CDC."
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    Oct 22, 2014 5:17 AM GMT
    Met him when I was hopeless. He gave me hope. icon_smile.gif

    Or

    Met him when he was hopeless. I gave him hope. icon_smile.gif
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    Oct 22, 2014 6:23 AM GMT
    forget the hope
    that guy died in accident, he was walking across the street and a bee stung him, he was allergic, collapsed on the road and hit his head, while he was suffocating old lady was riding her bicycle but forgot her glasses, she run over his neck and lost her dentures

    she did not realise she had lost her dentures until she went to the store and was trying to speak with cashier
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    Oct 22, 2014 12:49 PM GMT
    She collapsed in front of me. I don't know what she was trying to tell me, something about a monkey maybe.

    It was my second day of being a cashier. I fucking hate retail already.
  • HottJoe

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    Oct 22, 2014 1:20 PM GMT
    *****Breaking News*****

    We interrupt this program with a special report. Renowned Ebola specialist, Dr. Ahmed Ajmi, was killed today when he was struck by a cyclist while on his way to treat an Ebola patient. The name of this latest Ebola patient has not been released, but according to sources, he was stricken with the disease after handling a pet monkey.

    Republicans in the house are quick to blame President Obama for letting an exotic pet into the U.S., while democrats on the floor have asked for more money to go towards the CDC.

    Meanwhile, the latest Ebola patient is now under quarantine, as he battles the deadly disease...
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    Oct 22, 2014 2:29 PM GMT
    "Chicken Soup?"

    "Are you sure that was the only thing written in the doctor's notebook?" asked Detective Tent.


  • HottJoe

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    Oct 22, 2014 2:34 PM GMT
    I wander in out of my dreams. I can't tell which is worse, my nightmares of evil monkeys, or the wrenching in my guts caused by this horrible disease.

    It's been said that everyone gets their 15 minutes of fame, but why did I have to get famous for this??? To think, I used to hate being a cashier, but what I wouldn't give to get out of this quarantine and go back to my normal life, before I was known as Ebola Patient #3.

    I haven't seen a normal person in days. My only encounters in this sterile bubble are with people in hazmat suits. I think, this is what it must feel like to be abducted by aliens.