Post by Recoome on Sept 20, 2010 17:05:34 GMT -5
Recoome has just woken up from a weird dream. Something about Yamcha, dragons, it wasn’t that memorable anyway.
“What did I do last night?”
Then it all came back to Recoome. He was at a party with Jeice and Burter. Like most parties that they went to, Recoome was the life of the party. Recoome went around doing one retarded thing after another. His idiocy was entertaining.
“Dude, that guy with the red hair must be wasted!”
“He he. I haven’t drunk since I got here. Wanna ride bikes?”
“Please, dear god don’t let him have any beer!”
“Is this orange soda? YAY!”
Recoome drank down an entire glass pitcher of orange soda. This wasn’t good, because whenever Recoome drank orange soda, he became…odd. Odder then before. It made him think he was an incredible warrior called The Josh. He ran around making weird faces at people, and then dropped soda on the floor. He also tried to hug anybody named Scott. With the power of orange soda running through his veins, Recoome busted out from the place the party was at. Recoome had so much energy flowing through him, and the only place he knew where to releases it was the local dance club. Recoome jumped though the window in an epic manner, and then registered for the contest. Although he was supposed to be the fifth to go up, he dashed on stage first. Recoome then began to do his own version of the dance of joy, which was not unlike standing there and yelling randomly. Afterwards, he began to do a completely original dance called: “I Kill You” For the dance, Recoome went around dancing while unleashing deadly kicks, punches, and head butts to the watching crowd. After the performance, the crowd was in tears from its beauty. Or maybe it was the fact that they were all bleeding to death. Nobody knows. Recoome noticed that Jeice and Burter walked into the club looking angry.
“YOU ENTERED A DANCE COMPETITION WITHOUT US!”
“Ya stupid wanka! No chocolate parfaits tonight.”
“Ahhh, I’m sorry guys. But check out this new pose!”
“NO! REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME?!”
Recoome ignored them and did his new pose. Unfortunately, Recoome forgot that whenever he did that pose, an explosion emitted from his body. After the explosion, The Ginyu squads were the only ones left standing. Jeice sighed.
“Let’s just get back to the spaceship”
Recoome, finished with his flashback, went back to his daily schedule. 8:00, time to watch Burter’s twist workout videos.
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“What did I do last night?”
Then it all came back to Recoome. He was at a party with Jeice and Burter. Like most parties that they went to, Recoome was the life of the party. Recoome went around doing one retarded thing after another. His idiocy was entertaining.
“Dude, that guy with the red hair must be wasted!”
“He he. I haven’t drunk since I got here. Wanna ride bikes?”
“Please, dear god don’t let him have any beer!”
“Is this orange soda? YAY!”
Recoome drank down an entire glass pitcher of orange soda. This wasn’t good, because whenever Recoome drank orange soda, he became…odd. Odder then before. It made him think he was an incredible warrior called The Josh. He ran around making weird faces at people, and then dropped soda on the floor. He also tried to hug anybody named Scott. With the power of orange soda running through his veins, Recoome busted out from the place the party was at. Recoome had so much energy flowing through him, and the only place he knew where to releases it was the local dance club. Recoome jumped though the window in an epic manner, and then registered for the contest. Although he was supposed to be the fifth to go up, he dashed on stage first. Recoome then began to do his own version of the dance of joy, which was not unlike standing there and yelling randomly. Afterwards, he began to do a completely original dance called: “I Kill You” For the dance, Recoome went around dancing while unleashing deadly kicks, punches, and head butts to the watching crowd. After the performance, the crowd was in tears from its beauty. Or maybe it was the fact that they were all bleeding to death. Nobody knows. Recoome noticed that Jeice and Burter walked into the club looking angry.
“YOU ENTERED A DANCE COMPETITION WITHOUT US!”
“Ya stupid wanka! No chocolate parfaits tonight.”
“Ahhh, I’m sorry guys. But check out this new pose!”
“NO! REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME?!”
Recoome ignored them and did his new pose. Unfortunately, Recoome forgot that whenever he did that pose, an explosion emitted from his body. After the explosion, The Ginyu squads were the only ones left standing. Jeice sighed.
“Let’s just get back to the spaceship”
Recoome, finished with his flashback, went back to his daily schedule. 8:00, time to watch Burter’s twist workout videos.
Word Count: 430