Booyakasha
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Is dit zo'n post waarin iedereen een zin aan het verhaal toevoegt? In dat geval:
"Jullie zijn kanjers! Maar ik wil toch dit even zeggen,"
- Lid sinds
- 30 jul 2010
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- 1m82
It all started when our adventure-loving...adventurer, DBBer, woke up in a foxy forest. It was the fourth time it had happened. Feeling abundantly worried, DBBer backhanded a ninja star, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Giggling like schoolgirl, he realized that his beloved wrist wrap was missing! Immediately he called his bed-friend, instructeur. DBBer had known instructeur for (plus or minus) 11,000 years, the majority of which were striking ones. instructeur was unique. He was intelligent though sometimes a little... annoying. DBBer called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.
instructeur picked up to a very sad DBBer. instructeur calmly assured him that most man-eating capybaras turn red before mating, yet disease-carrying chipmunks usually wildly belch *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting DBBer. Why was instructeur trying to distract DBBer? Because he had snuck out from DBBer's with the wrist wrap only four days prior. It was a sassy little wrist wrap... how could he resist?
It didn't take long before DBBer got back to the subject at hand: his wrist wrap. instructeur turned red. Relunctantly, instructeur invited him over, assuring him they'd find the wrist wrap. DBBer grabbed his whale and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, instructeur realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the wrist wrap and he had to do it recklessly. He figured that if DBBer took the pimp fresh, candy-painted 'Lac, he had take at least ten minutes before DBBer would get there. But if he took the bench press? Then instructeur would be excessively screwed.
Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, instructeur was interrupted by six pestering ectos that were lured by his wrist wrap. instructeur yawned; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling angered, he aimlessly reached for his carrot and aggressively stroked every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the lemur-infested moor, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the bench press rolling up. It was DBBer.
As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Sears to pick up a 12-pack of gerbils, so he knew he was running late. With a skillful leap, DBBer was out of the bench press and went charismatically jaunting toward instructeur's front door. Meanwhile inside, instructeur was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the wrist wrap into a box of wolverines and then slid the box behind his time machine. instructeur was stunned but at least the wrist wrap was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' instructeur earnestly purred. With a mighty push, DBBer opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some annoying spite-toting jerk in a curb-jumping ghetto sled (Impala),' he lied. 'It's fine,' instructeur assured him. DBBer took a seat uncomfortably close to where instructeur had hidden the wrist wrap. instructeur belched trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But DBBer was distracted. Like a drunken sailor at happy hour, instructeur noticed a annoying look on DBBer's face. DBBer slowly opened his mouth to speak.
'...What's that smell?'
instructeur felt a stabbing pain in his ear when DBBer asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the wrist wrap right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A annoying look started to form on DBBer's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's dangerous oil-soaked rags from when she used to have pet long-haired sea monkeys. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. DBBer nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before instructeur could react, DBBer randomly lunged toward the box and opened it. The wrist wrap was plainly in view.
DBBer stared at instructeur for what what must've been seven seconds. Heart filled with earnest fortitude, instructeur groped charismatically in DBBer's direction, clearly desperate. DBBer grabbed the wrist wrap and bolted for the door. It was locked. instructeur let out a striking chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, DBBer,' he rebuked. instructeur always had been a little stupid, so DBBer knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before instructeur did something crazy, like... start chucking wolverines at him or something. Suddenly inspired by the wise teachings of Confuscious, he gripped his wrist wrap tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.
instructeur looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from DBBer. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame eleven days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for DBBer. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. instructeur walked over to the window and looked down. DBBer was gone.
Just yonder, DBBer was struggling to make his way through the fanstic pumpkin patch behind instructeur's place. DBBer had severely hurt his prostate during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral ectos suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the wrist wrap. One by one they latched on to DBBer. Already weakened from his injury, DBBer yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of ectos running off with his wrist wrap.
About eight hours later, DBBer awoke, his scalp throbbing. It was dark and DBBer did not know where he was. Deep in the arid disease-infested jungle, DBBer was exceedingly lost. Ever so extemperaneously, he remembered that his wrist wrap was taken by the ectos. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a misshapen ecto emerged from the foxy forest. It was the alpha ecto. DBBer opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the ecto sunk its teeth into DBBer's ear. With a faint groan, the life escaped from DBBer's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.
Less than seven miles away, instructeur was entombed by anguish over the loss of the wrist wrap. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened ninja star. With a quick thrust, he buried it deeply into his kidney. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about DBBer... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the wrist wrap that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant ectos, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end.
instructeur picked up to a very sad DBBer. instructeur calmly assured him that most man-eating capybaras turn red before mating, yet disease-carrying chipmunks usually wildly belch *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting DBBer. Why was instructeur trying to distract DBBer? Because he had snuck out from DBBer's with the wrist wrap only four days prior. It was a sassy little wrist wrap... how could he resist?
It didn't take long before DBBer got back to the subject at hand: his wrist wrap. instructeur turned red. Relunctantly, instructeur invited him over, assuring him they'd find the wrist wrap. DBBer grabbed his whale and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, instructeur realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the wrist wrap and he had to do it recklessly. He figured that if DBBer took the pimp fresh, candy-painted 'Lac, he had take at least ten minutes before DBBer would get there. But if he took the bench press? Then instructeur would be excessively screwed.
Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, instructeur was interrupted by six pestering ectos that were lured by his wrist wrap. instructeur yawned; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling angered, he aimlessly reached for his carrot and aggressively stroked every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the lemur-infested moor, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the bench press rolling up. It was DBBer.
As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Sears to pick up a 12-pack of gerbils, so he knew he was running late. With a skillful leap, DBBer was out of the bench press and went charismatically jaunting toward instructeur's front door. Meanwhile inside, instructeur was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the wrist wrap into a box of wolverines and then slid the box behind his time machine. instructeur was stunned but at least the wrist wrap was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' instructeur earnestly purred. With a mighty push, DBBer opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some annoying spite-toting jerk in a curb-jumping ghetto sled (Impala),' he lied. 'It's fine,' instructeur assured him. DBBer took a seat uncomfortably close to where instructeur had hidden the wrist wrap. instructeur belched trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But DBBer was distracted. Like a drunken sailor at happy hour, instructeur noticed a annoying look on DBBer's face. DBBer slowly opened his mouth to speak.
'...What's that smell?'
instructeur felt a stabbing pain in his ear when DBBer asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the wrist wrap right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A annoying look started to form on DBBer's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's dangerous oil-soaked rags from when she used to have pet long-haired sea monkeys. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. DBBer nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before instructeur could react, DBBer randomly lunged toward the box and opened it. The wrist wrap was plainly in view.
DBBer stared at instructeur for what what must've been seven seconds. Heart filled with earnest fortitude, instructeur groped charismatically in DBBer's direction, clearly desperate. DBBer grabbed the wrist wrap and bolted for the door. It was locked. instructeur let out a striking chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, DBBer,' he rebuked. instructeur always had been a little stupid, so DBBer knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before instructeur did something crazy, like... start chucking wolverines at him or something. Suddenly inspired by the wise teachings of Confuscious, he gripped his wrist wrap tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.
instructeur looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from DBBer. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame eleven days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for DBBer. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. instructeur walked over to the window and looked down. DBBer was gone.
Just yonder, DBBer was struggling to make his way through the fanstic pumpkin patch behind instructeur's place. DBBer had severely hurt his prostate during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral ectos suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the wrist wrap. One by one they latched on to DBBer. Already weakened from his injury, DBBer yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of ectos running off with his wrist wrap.
About eight hours later, DBBer awoke, his scalp throbbing. It was dark and DBBer did not know where he was. Deep in the arid disease-infested jungle, DBBer was exceedingly lost. Ever so extemperaneously, he remembered that his wrist wrap was taken by the ectos. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a misshapen ecto emerged from the foxy forest. It was the alpha ecto. DBBer opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the ecto sunk its teeth into DBBer's ear. With a faint groan, the life escaped from DBBer's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.
Less than seven miles away, instructeur was entombed by anguish over the loss of the wrist wrap. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened ninja star. With a quick thrust, he buried it deeply into his kidney. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about DBBer... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the wrist wrap that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant ectos, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end.
- Lid sinds
- 23 jun 2010
- Berichten
- 11.757
- Waardering
- 2.886
- Lengte
- 2m
- Massa
- 158kg
