An Annoying Buzz
00:25, the time is sponsored by Jeeves. But anyway, Jeff didnt have time for anything nowdays. He walked slowly to Dans house. He had to walk slowly because he was wearing a Buzz Lightyear outfit and you just can't walk fast in those damn things. You can try, but you WILL fail. *Ding*. Dans doorbell was broken agen so Jeff had to make all the noises manually. *Ding* he said agen. "Hurry and open the fuk*ng door u Nazi!" Jeff's voice echoed out of his hollow chest. Dan opened the door, impervious to the humourous connotations of Jeff's Buzz Lightyear suit. "How comes your shoes are so shiny?" Dan said, quivering at the possible answers.
"I shined them on your mums bush. You?"
Dan was slightly offended, for his shoes werent shiny thus Jeff was probably making a more than harmless joke about his shoes lack of shine. "I'm not wearing any shoes" was Dan's cunning reply.
"Oh, well i'll be off then. Bye."
Jeff was a tough cookie wen it came to conversations, he either had them or he didnt. This was to be one of those days...where he didint. For HIS cookie jar was empty (metaphorical, his actual cookie jar had a few custard creams in it and one or two soggy hob nobs). "Well fuck off then!" dan said with a sly smile on his face which Jeff interpretted to mean he wanted gay sex. "No thanks Dan, not today." he pointed to the sun, "heheh look at that, it's all yellow".
"That's racist!" dan said sticking up for the sun.
"No it's not, you Paki!" This is funny because Dan isnt from pakistan. Jeff was probably confused because he's such a racist. Plus Dan had a tan. Dan loved the sun, he spent at least 300 days a year looking at it in awe. If sumone criticised the sun then Dan wood probably hit them with an aubergine or any available fruit.
"and anyway", Jeff continued softly "If you love the sun so much, how comes your dead?"
Dan had had enough of this abuse, "I'm gonna hit u with this....." he paused reaching behind himself hoping for an aubergine, "aubergine!" he said as he pulled out a 17 inch aubergine.
It was too late, Jeff was already gone. "See you tomoro Dr.Fathead." he whistled...      END
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