I was looking through my old documents, and I found a text document. It was a random conversation I had with my friend blake over instant messanger like.. 4 years ago. Or longer. Probably longer. It's a story we both wrote off the top of our heads. It doesn't make any sense, and I got rid of any evidence of who said what, so who knows. Anywho, here it is:
cool beans. What kind of beans? You know, that one kind... with the pork. Peans? Yeah, those. But there are green peans and string peans. string. oh okay. but not too stringy, otherwise they set off your funny bone. Yeah just like that, without any notice or bollion
Yeah it happened one day. One fair day, in early spring with the flowers set to charge.
I was holding a lady bug on my finger. And that's when It happened Someone was like "Cool Beans!!!" and I was like "Where? I wan't some!!" And I ran and ran towards Master Bean at the top of the hill. And with that began the annual race for meritorious staple blocks, ones only produced in a small indian factory These staple blocks were made from the finest of bundt cake pans, and were crafted with such care and attention to detail that the second any human would lay eyes on one they would say "Wow. That's good block!" And only such a block could be used for such a purpose, and only such a purpose was noble enough to bring to pass such a great a wonderful time as those about to unfold. There was only one thing preventing it's coming. One small detail to clear out. The carmex chariots. These carmex chariots (Charmex 275 Mark II), would fling vacuums filled with shrimp and plywood at any person brave enough to run up The Hill, rendering them useless and filled with shrimp and plywood. Only the wailing power of snowshoeing could overcome an evil such as this. And just our luck, we had a few. easy enough. The Waffle King descended from the heavens and spoke in a language unknown to man, "Congrats, foo! I'm gonna grate some cheese." The villagers mistook this for "Congradulations! Go now! Go to the top of the hill and gather the staple blocks and rejoice!" So they did, but that angered the mighty Waffle King. The stage was now set. Set for the epic battle that lay ahead. The waffle king lay down his battle chant and proclaimed "Wicky wicky battle scene wicky wicky battle scene amen" and charged with his riders full force with cheese graters. But whats this? A small child stepped out of the crowd, and with a twinkle in his eye he said, "Normandif selikra, chu." Nobody got it, so they kicked him and he cried. While this was happening, the Waffle King made his approach with demonic speed. Only then was it discovered what the waffle kings true intensions were... and they hurridly collected all the grapes and grass clipping in the village, all the while the waffle kind steadily approached and the small child cried, still with a twinkle in his eye. But that very twinke turned out to be a samurai sword. The crying child pulled it out with all his might, creating a gigantic shockwave that shot across the land in a 100 mile radius. He was the chosen one. The one who was supposed to finally bring balance to this world. Soon after everybody realized this, the child bled to death.
"I am currently away from the computer." Those were his last words... and what words they were... Though the world went on without a savior, it went on with much pain... So much pain that the unicorns and bumblebees started to fade away.