Throw an Object at the Next Poster

Stellevia · **Posted:** Thu Sep 29, 2005 7:43 pm

-at home in room and the chair I'm sitting in is suddenly hit with an alien that flew through the window-

OMFG!! OMFG!! OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWW!!!!

-throws the icky chair back outside with the creepy alien-

T-T

Cerebrate Araq · **Posted:** Fri Sep 30, 2005 8:08 am

KagatoTEG · **Posted:** Sun Oct 09, 2005 12:05 pm

Mr Death Reincarnated · **Posted:** Sun Oct 09, 2005 2:51 pm

mitsuruman · **Posted:** Tue Oct 11, 2005 8:03 am

OW!...My brain hurts...Look, a Grammy, thats the 3rd one I've found today *tosses Grammy at next poster*

Isis-sama · **Posted:** Wed Oct 12, 2005 11:55 am

Stellevia · **Posted:** Wed Oct 12, 2005 10:36 pm

-walked out of the house and into a cafe-

Me: Hm... what should I get...
Register Guy: God, we need a microphone. None of these morons can hear us when we call for them when their drink is ready...

-is suddenly hit by a microphone that flew through the door-

Me: Wtf just hit me?!

-looks at the thing that hit me-

Me: Wth? It's a MICROPHONE?!
Register Guy: Hey kid, I'll buy that microphone from you. How much for it? Say... $300?
Me: Sure.

-gets a free frink and $300 then walks out-

Register Guy: Wow, that was lucky. $300 was a good deal for that microphone. ^_^
Employee: WTF?! YOU BOUGHT A MICROPHONE FOR $300?! I coulda got one for $3...
Register Guy: Ohh... Ah well, I used the money we got today. ^_^
Employee: Oh shet... we're soo... dead...
Register Guy: Can I at least try it?
Employee: Whatever, we're gonna get fired ANYWAY.
Register Guy: YAY!!! ^_________________^

-Register Guy trys the microphone and it doesn't work-

Register Guy: Ah well.

-throws it at the next poster-

PetetheBC · **Posted:** Fri Oct 28, 2005 10:56 pm

I am nailed in the head with a microphone. Several hours pass before I wake up. I promptly whip out my M-16 and unload a full magazine into the mic. I then chuck the unloaded weapon at the next poster.

Mr Death Reincarnated · **Posted:** Mon Oct 31, 2005 5:56 pm

Isis-sama · **Posted:** Wed Nov 09, 2005 1:19 pm

The skinny black woman is still sitting on the park bench, blunt weapon (Golden Globe) in hand, looking at the unconscious wanna-be pop singer. She comes to suddenly, then sits up and looks around. Promptly the half of the machine gun lands on top of her, knocking her out again. A bystander, seeing the stricken pop singer and the black woman looking at her expressionlessly, rushes over. "That girl is injured! Aren't you going to call for help?!"

The woman looks at the bystander for a long time and then blinks slowly. "No, I don't think I will," she says to the bystander. Enraged, the bystander takes out his cellphone to call 911, only to be bashed in the head with the black woman's Golden Globe. She picks up the ringing cellphone, stares at it for a minute, and then chucks it away as hard as she can.

"Man, the body count is mounting. I better get out of here before someone notices," she says, and, hefting the Golden Globe in her arm, walks away from the two unconscious people.

Stellevia · **Posted:** Sun Nov 20, 2005 12:12 am

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