Saturday, September 25, 2004
ad libbing thundercats styleÂ
Lion-O #3's smelly wednesday the eleventh hour
A story by: Not Yours
It was a gargantuan day on Third Earth. Nothing had happened
all morning, and Lion-O #3 was getting bored. He had
been put on watch, and he was getting pretty
co-agulating. He decided to take a break and go see what
Lion-0 #2 was up to. Lion-0 #2 had the next watch, and was
waiting in Lion-O #3's room. When Lion-O #3 entered, he
saw Lion-0 #2 chillin' on the pretzel, and shnizzling on
the Meg.
As Lion-O #3 was about to ask Lion-0 #2 if he wanted to
giggle, the alarms went off in the control room. Lion-0 #2
and Lion-O #3 both vomited up to the control room, where
they saw Reuben, who had somehow gotten into the lair.
When Reuben saw them, he sniffled and said, "Fo' shizzo,
yo." Before Lion-0 #2 and Lion-O #3 could do anything,
Reuben was able to knock them out using a(n) Ruth.
Luckily, Lion-O was also in the lair, and snuck up behind
Reuben and hit him/her on the toe fungus with Flagellum.
Reuben was in so much pain, he pounded out of the lair,
shouting, "Wuddup homie down in da ghetto yo!"
When Lion-O #3 and Lion-0 #2 finally came to, they had a
good laugh with Lion-O about the events of the day, and all
agreed, upon Lion-0 #2's suggestion, "Never pick a cucumber
over a gherkin."
Fan Club Letter
Dear Prymary Colorz,
I waltz your group, The cross stitches. My favorite song is "I fell in love with a/an mongoose." Please send me your autograph and your favorite stuffed mongoose. I would also like infromation on that free flour with your picture on it. Your band is the yuckiest in the Ghetto!
Your mangliest fan,
Rhonda in City of Angels Kentucky.
One morning... glittering Miss Muffet sat on her buffoon eating her giggles and calculators. Along came this mongoose and sat down beside her. Miss Muffet thought that mongoose was kind of merry and fluffy so she took him home to gutter. Now every morning, Miss Muffet sits on her buffoon and her friend sits on his teaspoon and they eat 58 bottles of thousand island dressing and toothpicks together. One day this padded weasel came and sat down beside them...
They say Sinbad the Sailor was the guy who found the Sultan's Treasure, but that's wrong. It was me! Me, Sinlush the Masseuse! The treasure was hidden in a cave in a wild, bovine-like forest in the dark heart of under the wooden chair. The entrance to the cave was guarded by a blood-thirsty possum with eyes that shone a bird. I sang that possum two choruses of Agatha Buttworthy in my sweetest voice, and he fell fast asleep. Now for the magic word that would cause the stone to roll away so I could get the treasure!!! Open nurses! No, that didn't work! Open jolly good fellow! Great Bats of Gilead! That wasn't it either! Maybe if I said the name of my favorite food... Open deep fried noodles with mushroom gravy! It worked! The huge stone rolled away. And there was the Sultan's Treasure! Mountains of precious back scratcher! More jewel-encrusted mosquito repellant than you could shake a cutlass at! And bags and bags and bags full of tennis balls. And it all belonged me! It still does. And I don't have to share. I am Sinlush the Masseuse! HA! HA!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/25/2004 06:59:00 PM
A story by: Not Yours
It was a gargantuan day on Third Earth. Nothing had happened
all morning, and Lion-O #3 was getting bored. He had
been put on watch, and he was getting pretty
co-agulating. He decided to take a break and go see what
Lion-0 #2 was up to. Lion-0 #2 had the next watch, and was
waiting in Lion-O #3's room. When Lion-O #3 entered, he
saw Lion-0 #2 chillin' on the pretzel, and shnizzling on
the Meg.
As Lion-O #3 was about to ask Lion-0 #2 if he wanted to
giggle, the alarms went off in the control room. Lion-0 #2
and Lion-O #3 both vomited up to the control room, where
they saw Reuben, who had somehow gotten into the lair.
When Reuben saw them, he sniffled and said, "Fo' shizzo,
yo." Before Lion-0 #2 and Lion-O #3 could do anything,
Reuben was able to knock them out using a(n) Ruth.
Luckily, Lion-O was also in the lair, and snuck up behind
Reuben and hit him/her on the toe fungus with Flagellum.
Reuben was in so much pain, he pounded out of the lair,
shouting, "Wuddup homie down in da ghetto yo!"
When Lion-O #3 and Lion-0 #2 finally came to, they had a
good laugh with Lion-O about the events of the day, and all
agreed, upon Lion-0 #2's suggestion, "Never pick a cucumber
over a gherkin."
Fan Club Letter
Dear Prymary Colorz,
I waltz your group, The cross stitches. My favorite song is "I fell in love with a/an mongoose." Please send me your autograph and your favorite stuffed mongoose. I would also like infromation on that free flour with your picture on it. Your band is the yuckiest in the Ghetto!
Your mangliest fan,
Rhonda in City of Angels Kentucky.
One morning... glittering Miss Muffet sat on her buffoon eating her giggles and calculators. Along came this mongoose and sat down beside her. Miss Muffet thought that mongoose was kind of merry and fluffy so she took him home to gutter. Now every morning, Miss Muffet sits on her buffoon and her friend sits on his teaspoon and they eat 58 bottles of thousand island dressing and toothpicks together. One day this padded weasel came and sat down beside them...
They say Sinbad the Sailor was the guy who found the Sultan's Treasure, but that's wrong. It was me! Me, Sinlush the Masseuse! The treasure was hidden in a cave in a wild, bovine-like forest in the dark heart of under the wooden chair. The entrance to the cave was guarded by a blood-thirsty possum with eyes that shone a bird. I sang that possum two choruses of Agatha Buttworthy in my sweetest voice, and he fell fast asleep. Now for the magic word that would cause the stone to roll away so I could get the treasure!!! Open nurses! No, that didn't work! Open jolly good fellow! Great Bats of Gilead! That wasn't it either! Maybe if I said the name of my favorite food... Open deep fried noodles with mushroom gravy! It worked! The huge stone rolled away. And there was the Sultan's Treasure! Mountains of precious back scratcher! More jewel-encrusted mosquito repellant than you could shake a cutlass at! And bags and bags and bags full of tennis balls. And it all belonged me! It still does. And I don't have to share. I am Sinlush the Masseuse! HA! HA!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/25/2004 06:59:00 PM
