Mitchie J and Bad Haddin.Another fanfic, presented as a comic.
Enjoy!
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Saturday, January 21, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
FANFIC #8329899
"Alright, I'm ready," I called, standing in the crease and glancing up at Starsky. He came at me, menacingly, and I watched his left arm came around and the ball came straight towards me...
I swung, and completely missed.
"Fffffff," I said, careful to watch my language as there were children in the park.
The stumps went flying as the ball smashed into them.
"Aw, Starsky, don't be so mean," I whimpered.
"That's just how I bowl," he said, with a shrug.
"Can't you be like the other Mitchie?" I whined, "I miss that Mitchie."
Starsky grinned. "But I'm here now!" he said, his eyebrows dancing, "I'm in the Test team! We can do fun things too."
"Okay," I agreed, "Umm, let's..."
And then suddenly, we were ambushed by a short man.
"I WANT MY CENTURY," the man yelled, d'urggggingly. "AND I WANT IT NOW."
"No!" I cried, fiercely.
I felt around in my back pocket for a pie. There was none. Crap.
"It's alright, Laura!" Starsky called.
I turned around to him. He was standing there, holding a raspberry pie.
"Throw it!" I yelled excitedly.
"D'urg?" Tendulkar said.
Starsky chucked the pie, and it flew through the air. The pie hit Tendulkar in the knee, and splattered on his left leg. He ran off crying.
"Terrible shot," I told Starsky, shaking my head, "You really need to practise."
Starsky shrugged. "I'm not as skilled as your bff," he said.
"Whatev," I said, and then smiled. "Let's go eat cheesecakes!"
Author's Note: Starsky is my new bff. His name is Mitchell Starc, and he's a fast left-arm bowler. But he doesn't bowl pies. :/
Anyway, Mitchie J hasn't been replaced in my fanfics. I still love Mitchie J, but I've kind of forgotten about him. Sorry Mitchie J, I will make it up to you. :D
Enjoy!
I swung, and completely missed.
"Fffffff," I said, careful to watch my language as there were children in the park.
The stumps went flying as the ball smashed into them.
"Aw, Starsky, don't be so mean," I whimpered.
"That's just how I bowl," he said, with a shrug.
"Can't you be like the other Mitchie?" I whined, "I miss that Mitchie."
Starsky grinned. "But I'm here now!" he said, his eyebrows dancing, "I'm in the Test team! We can do fun things too."
"Okay," I agreed, "Umm, let's..."
And then suddenly, we were ambushed by a short man.
"I WANT MY CENTURY," the man yelled, d'urggggingly. "AND I WANT IT NOW."
"No!" I cried, fiercely.
I felt around in my back pocket for a pie. There was none. Crap.
"It's alright, Laura!" Starsky called.
I turned around to him. He was standing there, holding a raspberry pie.
"Throw it!" I yelled excitedly.
"D'urg?" Tendulkar said.
Starsky chucked the pie, and it flew through the air. The pie hit Tendulkar in the knee, and splattered on his left leg. He ran off crying.
"Terrible shot," I told Starsky, shaking my head, "You really need to practise."
Starsky shrugged. "I'm not as skilled as your bff," he said.
"Whatev," I said, and then smiled. "Let's go eat cheesecakes!"
Author's Note: Starsky is my new bff. His name is Mitchell Starc, and he's a fast left-arm bowler. But he doesn't bowl pies. :/
Anyway, Mitchie J hasn't been replaced in my fanfics. I still love Mitchie J, but I've kind of forgotten about him. Sorry Mitchie J, I will make it up to you. :D
Enjoy!
Thursday, January 5, 2012
FANFIC #829375
FANFIC
"Check mate," I said, placing my pawn diagonally from the king and smirking.
Mitchie lifted his king and batted my pawn out of the way. "Nope," he said, grinning at me.
"Shit," I murmured, frowning. I kept doing that, I'm so stupid at this game. "Can't we do something else?" I whined.
It was Mitchie's turn to frown. "Like what?"
"Like..." I said, looking around, "Go for a walk?"
"You know I can't," Mitchie said, sadly, "My foot needs to heal."
We sat there for a few minutes in silence.
"Alright," Mitchie said, sighing, "I'll put my moonboot on, okay? We can sit at the park."
"Yay!" I squealed.
At the park, we sat at a picnic bench sitting opposite each other. It was sunny, Mitchie propped his feet up, and I was slurping my raspberry and coke slurpee.
"Sooo..." I said, "How's the cricket going?"
"Umm..." Mitchie said, uneasily.
"Oh right, the foot," I said, facepalming myself for forgetting.
"How's uni?" Mitchie asked.
"Meh," I said, shrugging, "It's alright."
"Cool," he said.
"Mm," I agreed.
Just then, Mitchie let out a gasp.
I spluttered and raspberry sprayed everywhere. "What?" I yelled.
Mitchie pointed behind me.
I turned.
A man stood there, as evil as the evillest thing on Earth.
"Gambhir!" I exclaimed, standing up, "Not you!"
He laughed evilly.
I put my slurpee down, and whipped out a custard and apple pie from my back pocket.
"Nooo!" Gambhir yelled. D'urgggg.
"Yesss!" I said, getting ready to throw.
I chucked it, a hopeless throw. I was losing my technique. The pie whizzed right past Gambhir's leg, and into the outstretching arms of Bad Haddin, who was lurking behind. The pie hit Haddin's gloves, splattered them, and skidded right off to land at his feet.
Then Mitchie screamed, "Don't worry Laura, I'm on it!"
He got out a pie, just a Four n' Twenty, from his pocket.
With the best pie-throwing technique that this country has ever seen, Mitchie whipped the pie into Gambhir's face.
I high-fived Mitchie and we grinned at each other.
Another good day!
THE END~.
Author's note: Gambhir is an Indian player, who I feel like using in this story. He made about 60-something runs today when he was only meant to make 0. :/
Also, Mitchie is Mitchell Johnson. He's my bff, I call him Mitchie. :P
Oh and Bad Haddin can't catch. Not even pies. He's so close to winning the Jack Shite Medal. The previous winner, Marcus North, won't be happy if he doesn't win but sorry North, you might be beaten. So sorry.
Also, Marsh may get the medal too. It could be a joint winner.
Speaking of medals, JPattz wins the one for Most Entertaining Appeals. They are super good. Bravo to you, JPattz. <3.
"Check mate," I said, placing my pawn diagonally from the king and smirking.
Mitchie lifted his king and batted my pawn out of the way. "Nope," he said, grinning at me.
"Shit," I murmured, frowning. I kept doing that, I'm so stupid at this game. "Can't we do something else?" I whined.
It was Mitchie's turn to frown. "Like what?"
"Like..." I said, looking around, "Go for a walk?"
"You know I can't," Mitchie said, sadly, "My foot needs to heal."
We sat there for a few minutes in silence.
"Alright," Mitchie said, sighing, "I'll put my moonboot on, okay? We can sit at the park."
"Yay!" I squealed.
At the park, we sat at a picnic bench sitting opposite each other. It was sunny, Mitchie propped his feet up, and I was slurping my raspberry and coke slurpee.
"Sooo..." I said, "How's the cricket going?"
"Umm..." Mitchie said, uneasily.
"Oh right, the foot," I said, facepalming myself for forgetting.
"How's uni?" Mitchie asked.
"Meh," I said, shrugging, "It's alright."
"Cool," he said.
"Mm," I agreed.
Just then, Mitchie let out a gasp.
I spluttered and raspberry sprayed everywhere. "What?" I yelled.
Mitchie pointed behind me.
I turned.
A man stood there, as evil as the evillest thing on Earth.
"Gambhir!" I exclaimed, standing up, "Not you!"
He laughed evilly.
I put my slurpee down, and whipped out a custard and apple pie from my back pocket.
"Nooo!" Gambhir yelled. D'urgggg.
"Yesss!" I said, getting ready to throw.
I chucked it, a hopeless throw. I was losing my technique. The pie whizzed right past Gambhir's leg, and into the outstretching arms of Bad Haddin, who was lurking behind. The pie hit Haddin's gloves, splattered them, and skidded right off to land at his feet.
Then Mitchie screamed, "Don't worry Laura, I'm on it!"
He got out a pie, just a Four n' Twenty, from his pocket.
With the best pie-throwing technique that this country has ever seen, Mitchie whipped the pie into Gambhir's face.
I high-fived Mitchie and we grinned at each other.
Another good day!
THE END~.
Author's note: Gambhir is an Indian player, who I feel like using in this story. He made about 60-something runs today when he was only meant to make 0. :/
Also, Mitchie is Mitchell Johnson. He's my bff, I call him Mitchie. :P
Oh and Bad Haddin can't catch. Not even pies. He's so close to winning the Jack Shite Medal. The previous winner, Marcus North, won't be happy if he doesn't win but sorry North, you might be beaten. So sorry.
Also, Marsh may get the medal too. It could be a joint winner.
Speaking of medals, JPattz wins the one for Most Entertaining Appeals. They are super good. Bravo to you, JPattz. <3.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
FANFIC #1892.
FANFIC.
I stabbed another pin into my voodoo doll.
"DIE, DIEEE!" I yelled, inserting a pin into the doll's right hip.
I heard someone come in the room and stand behind me.
"Whatcha doing?" my bff, Mitchie, asked.
"Uh, um, nothing," I quickly replied, shoving the doll under the couch and turning around to face him. "What are you doing?"
"That doll looks like..." Mitchie began.
"No, it doesn't look like your girlfriend, of course not!" I interrupted, smiling uneasily.
"Right."
Mitchie sat on the couch with me.
"You going to the Annual Chocolate Festival today?" he asked.
"What?"
"There's a Chocolate Festival. Right outside your window."
I ran over to the window and peered through the curtains. The street was covered in chocolate and there were stalls and rides and people EVERYWHERE. "Oh my god."
We both went outside and immediately bought a chocolate pie, decorated with tempered chocolate.
Sitting down on a chocolate seat, I took a bite.
Then Mitchie took a bite.
Before this story could get boring, a chocolate-coated person walked up to us.
"Yo, may I sit down?" the stranger asked.
"Sure." We moved over and he sat down.
"Everyone's been chucking melted chocolate at me!" he moaned, "D'URGGG?!"
"Oh, I know you!" I exclaimed, "Gary Ablett Junior."
"Yah." He nodded and smiled.
Mitchie stood up, holding our chocolate pie. "YOU MONEY-OBSESSED BITCH!" Mitch yelled, "How's your solid gold house? Do you sleep comfortably on a bed made of money?"
Gary looked bewildered. "D'urg?"
With some wonderful skill, Mitchie threw the pie in Gary Ablett's ugly face.
"Hahahaha," I said.
Mitchie and I ran away, pissing ourselves laughing.
THE END.
I stabbed another pin into my voodoo doll.
"DIE, DIEEE!" I yelled, inserting a pin into the doll's right hip.
I heard someone come in the room and stand behind me.
"Whatcha doing?" my bff, Mitchie, asked.
"Uh, um, nothing," I quickly replied, shoving the doll under the couch and turning around to face him. "What are you doing?"
"That doll looks like..." Mitchie began.
"No, it doesn't look like your girlfriend, of course not!" I interrupted, smiling uneasily.
"Right."
Mitchie sat on the couch with me.
"You going to the Annual Chocolate Festival today?" he asked.
"What?"
"There's a Chocolate Festival. Right outside your window."
I ran over to the window and peered through the curtains. The street was covered in chocolate and there were stalls and rides and people EVERYWHERE. "Oh my god."
We both went outside and immediately bought a chocolate pie, decorated with tempered chocolate.
Sitting down on a chocolate seat, I took a bite.
Then Mitchie took a bite.
Before this story could get boring, a chocolate-coated person walked up to us.
"Yo, may I sit down?" the stranger asked.
"Sure." We moved over and he sat down.
"Everyone's been chucking melted chocolate at me!" he moaned, "D'URGGG?!"
"Oh, I know you!" I exclaimed, "Gary Ablett Junior."
"Yah." He nodded and smiled.
Mitchie stood up, holding our chocolate pie. "YOU MONEY-OBSESSED BITCH!" Mitch yelled, "How's your solid gold house? Do you sleep comfortably on a bed made of money?"
Gary looked bewildered. "D'urg?"
With some wonderful skill, Mitchie threw the pie in Gary Ablett's ugly face.
"Hahahaha," I said.
Mitchie and I ran away, pissing ourselves laughing.
THE END.
Friday, December 17, 2010
FANFIC #276
I feel like writing another fanfic. Even though you stalkers couldn't give a crap about my epic fanfics, you can put up with them anyway. :P
~FANFIC~
In another time zone, me and Mitchie sat outside the WACA, soaking up the sunshine.
"La di da," Mitchie mused, happily. He'd just finished playing cricket for the day, and was feeling very joyful.
Naturally, I was jumping out of my skin, because of Mitchie's awesomeness at cricket.
A guy drove past us going really fast.
We didn't notice who he was, until he braked suddenly and said, "Mitch, I want your phone number."
I gave him a fierce look. "Whaaaaaat?"
Kevin Pietersen repeated himself. "Mitch, d'urg? Phone number? Please?"
Mitchie shook his head. "Get lost," he said, frowning at Kevin.
I opened my bag and started to get the pies out. Mitchie beat me to it and grabbed one pie and shoved it straight into Pietersen's ugly face.
"Go Mitchie!" I yelled.
But Mitchie kept going. He got another pie, and shoved that in Pietersen's face.
"Bam!" I cried, grinning.
Mitchie ended up throwing four more pies into Pietersen's ugly face.
"D'urg?" KP asked, his face covered in custard and pastry.
"Hahaha," I said, high-fiving Mitchie, "That's the best 6-faaa of the day!"
Mitchie grinned back. "Uh huh."
THE END~.
Ashes update:
Mitch Johnson got 6 wickets(a 6-faaaa!), Harris got three, and Siddle got 1. Yay.
And (t)Watto and MHuss are going to make a big lead for Australia and bat all today and most of tomorrow. :D.
England were all bowled out for 187 in 1st innings. Shaaaaaaame.
But the hard part comes later when Australia have to get ANOTHER 10 wickets to win the game. :)
~FANFIC~
In another time zone, me and Mitchie sat outside the WACA, soaking up the sunshine.
"La di da," Mitchie mused, happily. He'd just finished playing cricket for the day, and was feeling very joyful.
Naturally, I was jumping out of my skin, because of Mitchie's awesomeness at cricket.
A guy drove past us going really fast.
We didn't notice who he was, until he braked suddenly and said, "Mitch, I want your phone number."
I gave him a fierce look. "Whaaaaaat?"
Kevin Pietersen repeated himself. "Mitch, d'urg? Phone number? Please?"
Mitchie shook his head. "Get lost," he said, frowning at Kevin.
I opened my bag and started to get the pies out. Mitchie beat me to it and grabbed one pie and shoved it straight into Pietersen's ugly face.
"Go Mitchie!" I yelled.
But Mitchie kept going. He got another pie, and shoved that in Pietersen's face.
"Bam!" I cried, grinning.
Mitchie ended up throwing four more pies into Pietersen's ugly face.
"D'urg?" KP asked, his face covered in custard and pastry.
"Hahaha," I said, high-fiving Mitchie, "That's the best 6-faaa of the day!"
Mitchie grinned back. "Uh huh."
THE END~.
Ashes update:
Mitch Johnson got 6 wickets(a 6-faaaa!), Harris got three, and Siddle got 1. Yay.
And (t)Watto and MHuss are going to make a big lead for Australia and bat all today and most of tomorrow. :D.
England were all bowled out for 187 in 1st innings. Shaaaaaaame.
But the hard part comes later when Australia have to get ANOTHER 10 wickets to win the game. :)
Saturday, March 13, 2010
PI DAY.
Okay, so if you look at the date (March 14th) from an American's perspective, it says "3.14.2010".
And 3.14 is the number for Pi! Mm, yeah!
So, today, I shall treat you all to one of my awesome fanfics (where me and Mitchie go round throwing pies), and pictures of pies. ;).
Everyone loves the Simpsons, right? ;).
So true, omg.
Om nom nom. :D.
PIEEEEEEEEE. Teehee.
Fanfic:
Me and my bff decided on walking to the shops. It was Pi Day and unfortunately, I had no pies.
"It's a lovely day~," I said, walking along beside Mitchie.
"Yeah," Mitchie replied, grinning.
We reached the shop, bought ten pies and headed back home.
Suddenly, from out of the blue, a pie landed in my face. It was a cream-filled pie. My eyes, nose and mouth were filled with cream. I stopped where I was. I could hear Mitchie cursing.
"What the...?" my bff said, "Where did that come from?"
"I don't know," I mumbled.
"That bitch should know better," Mitchie said, really fierceeee.
I had never heard Mitchie being so fierce. "Why so fierce?" I asked him.
Mitchie was silent.
Confused, I wiped the cream out of my eyes and looked around. My bff had gone!
"Mitchie!" I yelled, wiping cream off my face, "Where art thou?"
I sat down where I was. Mitchie had taken the pies with him. I had no defence mechanisms AT ALL. What if the pie-thrower attacked me again? What if the pie-thrower had a lot more cream-filled pies and I drowned in cream? What if I was buried under so much cream that nobody would be able to find me again? What if...
Mitchie came running back to me. "I got him, I got him!" he yelled, happily and sat down next to me.
"You got who?" I asked, confused.
"Big Bad Barry chucked a pie at you so I chased him and threw our ten pies at him. He looked sorry and gave me the rest of his cream-filled pies!" Mitchie exclaimed.
He opened up the bag and it was filled with about 10 cream-filled pies.
So, me and my bff ate the pies and it was the best Pi Day ever!
THE END~!
And yeah.
Enjoy your pies today. ;).
And 3.14 is the number for Pi! Mm, yeah!
So, today, I shall treat you all to one of my awesome fanfics (where me and Mitchie go round throwing pies), and pictures of pies. ;).
Pictures:
Everyone loves the Simpsons, right? ;).
So true, omg. 
Om nom nom. :D.
PIEEEEEEEEE. Teehee.Fanfic:
Me and my bff decided on walking to the shops. It was Pi Day and unfortunately, I had no pies.
"It's a lovely day~," I said, walking along beside Mitchie.
"Yeah," Mitchie replied, grinning.
We reached the shop, bought ten pies and headed back home.
Suddenly, from out of the blue, a pie landed in my face. It was a cream-filled pie. My eyes, nose and mouth were filled with cream. I stopped where I was. I could hear Mitchie cursing.
"What the...?" my bff said, "Where did that come from?"
"I don't know," I mumbled.
"That bitch should know better," Mitchie said, really fierceeee.
I had never heard Mitchie being so fierce. "Why so fierce?" I asked him.
Mitchie was silent.
Confused, I wiped the cream out of my eyes and looked around. My bff had gone!
"Mitchie!" I yelled, wiping cream off my face, "Where art thou?"
I sat down where I was. Mitchie had taken the pies with him. I had no defence mechanisms AT ALL. What if the pie-thrower attacked me again? What if the pie-thrower had a lot more cream-filled pies and I drowned in cream? What if I was buried under so much cream that nobody would be able to find me again? What if...
Mitchie came running back to me. "I got him, I got him!" he yelled, happily and sat down next to me.
"You got who?" I asked, confused.
"Big Bad Barry chucked a pie at you so I chased him and threw our ten pies at him. He looked sorry and gave me the rest of his cream-filled pies!" Mitchie exclaimed.
He opened up the bag and it was filled with about 10 cream-filled pies.
So, me and my bff ate the pies and it was the best Pi Day ever!
THE END~!
And yeah.
Enjoy your pies today. ;).
Friday, February 27, 2009
MORE FANFICNESS.
~FANFIC~
Me and my bffl, Mitchie, were sitting on my front porch, bored.
"What shall we do~?" I asked, "I AM SO BOOOOOOOORED."
Mitchie stretched out his legs. "Mmm... I don't know," he mumbled.
"Idk either. D'URGG. D'URGGG. D'URGGG," I said, fierceeeely.
"D'urggg, lol," Mitchie reiterated.
Suddenly, we heard music. Mitchie stood up and watched as a van drove down our street.
As soon as I saw the van, I leaped up and squealed, "I LIKE HOME ICE-CREAM, I LIKE HOME ICE-CREAM, I LIKE HOME ICE-CREAM, THE NAME THAT RINGS A BELLLLLLL!"
The ice-cream van stopped and the driver, Haydo, leaned out his window.
"Hello, ma'am. Fancy an ice-cream?" Haydo said.
"Mmhmm," I said, reaching into my pocket for some cash, "A chocolate one, plz. And also: I loveeeeee you, Haydo~!"
Haydo took my money and smiled and handed me a chocolate ice-cream.
Mitchie also gave Haydo some money and asked for a vanilla ice-cream.
We waved goodbye as Haydo drove awayy.
We sat on the front porch again eating ice-creams.
"Oh, how I loveeeee ice-creams~!" I squealed.
"Me too," Mitchie agreed.
We licked our ice-creams in silence.
This was an excellent day! ^_________^
"Mitchie, we should eat ice-creams more often," I commented.
"Uh huh. It would stop you throwing pies/tomatoes at everyone," Mitchie replied, smiling.
I smiled toooooooooo.
THE END~!
Haydo would make a good ice-cream man.
He reminds me a bit of Otto Mann.
Similarities between Otto and Haydo: Long-ish hair, quirky, fun, funny, awesomeeeee, and MOARRR.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
FANFICNESS.
Okay, I s'pose I've blogged about the cricket for WAAAAAAAY too long, right?
Time to get back to what everyone loves: AFL.
At the moment, the NAB Cup is on: Round 2.
Collingwood beat Richmond last night. Wait, "beat" isn't an appropriate word. Let me think. THRASHED is an appropriate word. ^_______^
Dale Thomas > Ben Cousins.
NOM NOM NOM.
ALSO: I won competition. And guess what me won?
A personal patch of tomatoes (I don't need any moarrr pies, lmao) and two books (Surf Sisters by Laurine Croasdale and some other book by some author idk).
I just realised if you took the "Croas" out of "Croasdale" then you'd have DALEEEEEEEEEEEE!
/iamweird
ALSO X2: On my ~scientific~ calculator, it says DAL. So I added an E. So, now I call my calculator "Dale". ^________^ ROFL.
Oh and I bought 6 cookies at Subway today. idk. I'm a pig. >_>
~FANFIC~ (I'm bored, stfu)
One day, me and my bffl, Mitchie, went shopping.
We were planning on going to Big W when we got sidetracked. They were giving out free candy.
So, me and Mitchie went to clean our sweet teeth with some lollies.
But guess who was standing in the way of the lollies?
Ben "Druggie" Cousins.
"Excuse me, but those lollies look like ecstasy pills. Mind if I..." Ben was saying.
"NOOO. THEY ARE CANDY," said the guy who was giving out lollies.
Meanwhile, everyone else in the queue were screaming, "GET OUT THE WAY! OTHER PEEPS WANT FREE LOLLIES TOO, Y'KNOW!"
Mitchie looked at Laura. "Go on. Be fierceeeeee," he said.
Laura didn't need someone to tell her. She stomped through the crowd, her red boots clacking on the tiles.
"YOU FOOTY-WRECKING BITCH!" Laura yelled at Ben Cousins.
Ben Cousins looked bewildered. "Excuse me?" D'urggg.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN CONTINUE PLAYING FOOTY WITH AN UGLY TATTOO AND STEAL MY LOLLIES?" Laura said, fierceeeeeely.
"Uhm..." D'urg. D'urg. D'urg.
"JUST GET OUT OR I'LL MAKE YOU," Laura added, in a fierceeee tone.
Ben Cousins just stood there. Laura gave him the fierceeeeeeeeeeeest stare she could muster.
Mitchie just stood quietly at Laura's side.
"Why isn't he moving?" Mitchie whispered to Laura.
"BECAUSE HE IS A MORON, THAT'S WHY!" And she threw a massive tomato at Ben Cousins' ugly head. "TAKE THAT!"
Ben Cousins ran away. Everyone in the crowd ran to get the lollies and cheer Laura's fierceeeeeness.
THE END~!
TOMATOES > PIES.
Okay, not really. But oh well. Tell me what you think. D:
Time to get back to what everyone loves: AFL.
At the moment, the NAB Cup is on: Round 2.
Collingwood beat Richmond last night. Wait, "beat" isn't an appropriate word. Let me think. THRASHED is an appropriate word. ^_______^
Dale Thomas > Ben Cousins.
NOM NOM NOM.
ALSO: I won competition. And guess what me won?
A personal patch of tomatoes (I don't need any moarrr pies, lmao) and two books (Surf Sisters by Laurine Croasdale and some other book by some author idk).
I just realised if you took the "Croas" out of "Croasdale" then you'd have DALEEEEEEEEEEEE!
/iamweird
ALSO X2: On my ~scientific~ calculator, it says DAL. So I added an E. So, now I call my calculator "Dale". ^________^ ROFL.
Oh and I bought 6 cookies at Subway today. idk. I'm a pig. >_>
~FANFIC~ (I'm bored, stfu)
One day, me and my bffl, Mitchie, went shopping.
We were planning on going to Big W when we got sidetracked. They were giving out free candy.
So, me and Mitchie went to clean our sweet teeth with some lollies.
But guess who was standing in the way of the lollies?
Ben "Druggie" Cousins.
"Excuse me, but those lollies look like ecstasy pills. Mind if I..." Ben was saying.
"NOOO. THEY ARE CANDY," said the guy who was giving out lollies.
Meanwhile, everyone else in the queue were screaming, "GET OUT THE WAY! OTHER PEEPS WANT FREE LOLLIES TOO, Y'KNOW!"
Mitchie looked at Laura. "Go on. Be fierceeeeee," he said.
Laura didn't need someone to tell her. She stomped through the crowd, her red boots clacking on the tiles.
"YOU FOOTY-WRECKING BITCH!" Laura yelled at Ben Cousins.
Ben Cousins looked bewildered. "Excuse me?" D'urggg.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN CONTINUE PLAYING FOOTY WITH AN UGLY TATTOO AND STEAL MY LOLLIES?" Laura said, fierceeeeeely.
"Uhm..." D'urg. D'urg. D'urg.
"JUST GET OUT OR I'LL MAKE YOU," Laura added, in a fierceeee tone.
Ben Cousins just stood there. Laura gave him the fierceeeeeeeeeeeest stare she could muster.
Mitchie just stood quietly at Laura's side.
"Why isn't he moving?" Mitchie whispered to Laura.
"BECAUSE HE IS A MORON, THAT'S WHY!" And she threw a massive tomato at Ben Cousins' ugly head. "TAKE THAT!"
Ben Cousins ran away. Everyone in the crowd ran to get the lollies and cheer Laura's fierceeeeeness.
THE END~!
TOMATOES > PIES.
Okay, not really. But oh well. Tell me what you think. D:
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
RANT.
Okay. So, Mitchie won his game of cricket yesterday. And he won the game on Sunday too.
But in the game on Sunday, Mitchie was batting and the score was 299. So, Mitchie hit a REALLY NICE shot and made two runs. Mitchie's individual score: 3 runs. Australia's score: 301.
BUT Mr. "I'm A Party Pooper" Cricket Umpire said that those two runs weren't allowed. You wanna know why? But Mitchie RAN ON THE PITCH.
Wait, whut?
I know what you're thinking: "What's wrong with that? O_O"
WELL, APPARENTLY, WHEN YOU ARE RUNNING BETWEEN WICKETS, YOU CAN'T RUN ON THE PITCH.
Okay. That seems like a nice rule, umpires. /sarcasm
WHY DOES IT MATTER THAT MITCHIE RAN ON THE PITCH?!
Is the pitch ~sacred~?
"Don't go on the pitch, dear. It's sacred."
No. The pitch is not sacred. The pitch is a PITCH. Who cares if one guy runs on the pitch?
That umpire was a prick. He took two runs off Mitchie. I was like, "HEY, IF YOU MESS WITH MITCHIE, YOU'LL HAVE TO DEAL WITH HIS BFFL~!"
And that umpire shall. One day, I'll go to the cricket and THROW A PIE IN HIS UGLY FACE.
It doesn't matter who runs on the pitch. The bowler runs on the pitch before and after he bowls a ball. The batter stands on the pitch to face the bowler, ready to hit the ball.
When the bowler thinks he got the batter out, he appeals on the pitch.
THEN WHY CAN'T YOU RUN ON THE PITCH?!
Whoever invented that rule should be hit with a cricket bat, punched with keeper-gloves and hung with a shoelace in the cricket changing room.
Thank you.
But in the game on Sunday, Mitchie was batting and the score was 299. So, Mitchie hit a REALLY NICE shot and made two runs. Mitchie's individual score: 3 runs. Australia's score: 301.
BUT Mr. "I'm A Party Pooper" Cricket Umpire said that those two runs weren't allowed. You wanna know why? But Mitchie RAN ON THE PITCH.
Wait, whut?
I know what you're thinking: "What's wrong with that? O_O"
WELL, APPARENTLY, WHEN YOU ARE RUNNING BETWEEN WICKETS, YOU CAN'T RUN ON THE PITCH.
Okay. That seems like a nice rule, umpires. /sarcasm
WHY DOES IT MATTER THAT MITCHIE RAN ON THE PITCH?!
Is the pitch ~sacred~?
"Don't go on the pitch, dear. It's sacred."
No. The pitch is not sacred. The pitch is a PITCH. Who cares if one guy runs on the pitch?
That umpire was a prick. He took two runs off Mitchie. I was like, "HEY, IF YOU MESS WITH MITCHIE, YOU'LL HAVE TO DEAL WITH HIS BFFL~!"
And that umpire shall. One day, I'll go to the cricket and THROW A PIE IN HIS UGLY FACE.
It doesn't matter who runs on the pitch. The bowler runs on the pitch before and after he bowls a ball. The batter stands on the pitch to face the bowler, ready to hit the ball.
When the bowler thinks he got the batter out, he appeals on the pitch.
THEN WHY CAN'T YOU RUN ON THE PITCH?!
Whoever invented that rule should be hit with a cricket bat, punched with keeper-gloves and hung with a shoelace in the cricket changing room.
Thank you.
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