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#1  I think I was high when I wrote this stuff I found some old things I wrote when I had creative writing, so I decided to share it with you. The Great Cheese Ball {Poem} There was once a Great Cheese Ball It rolled all the way through the core of pluto It even rolled down a Sauerkraut hall The things of my head were dancing tall The odd creatures starring it down Watching roll the Great Cheese Ball It rolled down through my mall Its cheesy goodness smelling good As all watched roll the Great Cheese Ball Several people were saying "Oh Gaul" As they were amazed by its greatness None could take their eyes off the Great Cheese Ball The people around went after the ball Their mouths filled with drool None were able to catch the Great Cheese Ball As the great cheese ball rolled down the hall My hunger grew inisde me I went to the Kitchen to get some puffy cheese balls After I awoke from the dream of my Great Cheese Ball Decaf or no. {Short Story} The Name is Carry, Drew Carry. For to long I have been oppressed by the head of the ABC enterprise, to long was I forced to be in that crappy sitcom with those losers who claim to be just as good as me. Now I will have my revenge. They will all be working for me soon, knowing the pain I sufered all those years under their rule. I shall take over the studio and create my own sitcom. One of style, flair, and many random drunks. It will be known as the greatest sitcom ever, and it will be called "Helga Extrisimo Delargo und Obase in the kitchen going somewhere even more unsanitary than the place she was in before the kitchen." No one will deny its greatness, but it was rejected. I started rolling down the hallways as not to be spotted by the others, but one spotted me. The one person tall enough to see out his cubicle and through the window at the top of the door, Ryan, "Hey Drew." "I shall never be caught!" I screamed as I ran down the hallway after getting up after being spotted by Ryan. He could stop me, but not if I stall him. Ryan walked into the hall, wondering what I was doing. I then sacrificed the thing most dear to me in the studio to get what I desired. I tipped over the vending machine block Ryans pursuit. I gave a final word of prayer to the fallen vending machine before I raced to the executive producer's office. "My demands will be met!" I yelled as soon as I got in. "Oh yes, drew," said the secretary, "the boss would like to speak with you." "Where is he?" I asked, my right eye twitching. "In the back," she replied. I walked in the back and saw the boss sitting at the desk, "Oh Drew, what brings you here?" "Your secretary said you wanted to talk to me," he said confused. "Oh right, I was wondering if you thought we should switch to decaf in the break room," he said calmly. "Never!" I yelled furiously, starting to twitch, "My demands will be met!" "What demands?" the boss asked. "Um....." I replied, forgetting what I wanted. "Decaf it is," replied the boss. "I am so sorry sir," I said, starting to get worried. "Don't worry about it, you just go do your sitcom." "That's it, no punishment?" "Nope." Thank you sir," I replied happily, glad I still had my job as I started to leave. "Oh yes, Drew," said the boss, almost forgetting to tell me something important, "You're fired; could you close the door on your way out?" I'll post a couple of the other later. |
03-07-2007, 01:13 AM
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 | I like it. Depending on how you think about it, it could metaphorically point to wanting an extremely coveted girl, and doing a whole bunch to get to her, only to realize that you'll never have her. lol Either way. I like it. And I've never seen the Drew Carrey show. |
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03-08-2007, 03:16 AM
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