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[Full story]Arkannine wrote:Mexico is the only country in the world in which Mexicans are born.
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Irrelevant Story Man
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Poems? POEMS?!
I don't write no stinking poems, but I do have a mildly amusing story about them.
CUE THE WAVY SCREEN TRANSITION!
So, a few years ago, I took a course on creative writing to help better my story-writing skills. Apparently, it was rather difficult to be accepted to due to the mass quantity of people who wanted to take it--none the less, I got in.
Well, turns out I was one of about three guys in this class which consisted of probably close to thirty people, and unfortunately most of them were more interested in the poetry aspect of the class than the story aspect. Well, for the longest while I and the other members of the Man Corner, who were also there for story writing, had to find new ways to keep ourselves entertained.
Every once in a while, the instructor would do a poetry reading in-class, and one at a time everyone would come to the front, read their poems, and get "warm fuzzies" from everyone when they were done. "Warm fuzzies" were good/constructive comments written on a piece of paper. Being as narcissistic, pessimistic and disinterested in poetry as I was, I'd pre-write all of my comments prior to even hearing the poems and when the people would come by to collect my "warm fuzzy", I'd just whip one off the stack and hand it to them without the slightest idea of what it said. After a while, this group of women stands up and complains to the instructor about how they all got the same comment, and I and the people around me burst out laughing--although off the bat everyone in the room knew it was me.
After that complaint, I spent a little more effort pre-writing my comments--changing it from "Good/bad poem/story", to "Super Action, Marvelously Done, Good Stuff," and other giant scribbles of hard-to-read words to make people think I actually listen to what they said. Comments that would make people think "What the hell does that mean?" upon reading them.
I didn't write a single poem for the entire year of that class, but my horror/fantasy/action stories were so damn good that I still aced it in the end and even got a recognition award.
I don't write no stinking poems, but I do have a mildly amusing story about them.
CUE THE WAVY SCREEN TRANSITION!
So, a few years ago, I took a course on creative writing to help better my story-writing skills. Apparently, it was rather difficult to be accepted to due to the mass quantity of people who wanted to take it--none the less, I got in.
Well, turns out I was one of about three guys in this class which consisted of probably close to thirty people, and unfortunately most of them were more interested in the poetry aspect of the class than the story aspect. Well, for the longest while I and the other members of the Man Corner, who were also there for story writing, had to find new ways to keep ourselves entertained.
Every once in a while, the instructor would do a poetry reading in-class, and one at a time everyone would come to the front, read their poems, and get "warm fuzzies" from everyone when they were done. "Warm fuzzies" were good/constructive comments written on a piece of paper. Being as narcissistic, pessimistic and disinterested in poetry as I was, I'd pre-write all of my comments prior to even hearing the poems and when the people would come by to collect my "warm fuzzy", I'd just whip one off the stack and hand it to them without the slightest idea of what it said. After a while, this group of women stands up and complains to the instructor about how they all got the same comment, and I and the people around me burst out laughing--although off the bat everyone in the room knew it was me.
After that complaint, I spent a little more effort pre-writing my comments--changing it from "Good/bad poem/story", to "Super Action, Marvelously Done, Good Stuff," and other giant scribbles of hard-to-read words to make people think I actually listen to what they said. Comments that would make people think "What the hell does that mean?" upon reading them.
I didn't write a single poem for the entire year of that class, but my horror/fantasy/action stories were so damn good that I still aced it in the end and even got a recognition award.
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hahahahah sounds like me....i so would have been in the corner back there with you.........................all i right is fantasy and horror and tons of humor.....i can do poems but they suck............lol sorta like a bad rap song lolololol............but most of my stuff pushed the envelope when i took creative writing.....storys such as the island of big busty topless amazon woman taking the stranded seaman to the "insemination chambers" lololol and the play where mr memory laps (has no name....cant remember it) goes to the store to get..... gum....forgets his pants....gets there forgets what he was supposed to get finds josh the mr clean everything must be in order man off to buy milk trapped against the glass by some giant fat huge smelly hairy woman who cant fit down the isle and trying to "squeeze" by josh.....so mr memory laps has to save the day.....so he grabs a lobster out of the lobster tank does a zorro pose and screams like a mad man (hes still wearing no pants mind you) and charges the fat lady and starts beating her with the lobster....thus saving josh and starting their new friendship.....that mr memory laps will forget about by tomorrow...... lolololol
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yeah........i couldn't be in my underwear.....................i would have they knew it so the specifically said leave it out..............lol so i put on some elastic shorts........lol and rolled up the waist band real high lolololololololol and screamed like a girl....one of those horror movie extras screams lololol and wailed on this really tall girl with stuffed clothes with a stuffed animal lololololol
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