Zombie racoon

The title has absolutly nothing to do with the post (that's a storie for another time)This post dose contain mild violence and as always sexuall inuendoes, but thats to be expected. Okay guys I know that my last post was kind of well.....special. Belive me that was one of my more tame expretions of pemanent adulesence. I have a overly active imagination. I have come to terms with it. I also have a split personality thingy named Michael, and if you read the last post then you know that I have a history of sleep walking, yeah I'm a shrinks wet dream. Now I'm having a new fantisy. I think it's pretty good so far, but you should take a like and judge for yourselves. *Holly opens up the window of her mind. Inside is a hottub with three hansome young men in it. Apon further inspection it is discovered that the three men are none other then Johnny Depp, Stuart Townsend, and Orlando Bloom. They beckion to Holly to come, and join them. Before Holly has a chance to do anything Michael pokes his head around the corner.

"Oh god Holly not this again!! You know you don't even want any of these guys in reality!"

"Hey shut up! your not even suposed to be here!"

"Ah! come off it. I know who you really want" *grins, and holds up picture of Drew*

"NOO! NO! it is'nt true!"

"Oh so I should just throw this away?" *waves picture about mencesingly*

*Holly dives for the picture, renching it out of Michael's hand*

"It's true alright, now can we lose the gorgues thong boys please. It's hard anough to think with them around, and I don't like sharing my toilet with three other men plus Lestat. Now get rid of them, and tell that boy you like him"

*Holly hangs head* "But what if I just scare him! Cause he dosn't like me that way"

*glares at Holly, and sighs* "Then at lest you will have done something. Now ladies, and gentelmen I think it's time for the violence she promised you earlier. I don't know about you but I'm getting kind of tired of lisening to her whine."

*Michael rolls up news paper, and beats Holly on the head with it. Holly runs away. Michael turns back to the hottub. Rises eyebrow.

"Now wear were we gentelmen?"


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Current Music: Mindless self endulgence