You must have heard this one before.
You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy,
the best golfer is a black guy,
the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese,
the Germans dont want to go to war,
guys named Bush and Dick are in charge of America,
the next guy who could be in control has names that rhyme with Iraq and Osama and a middle name 'Hussein',
K-Fed teams up with Paris Hilton while Britney teams up with Sanjaya Malakar,
and i decide to write fiction.
My first attempt at fiction. I know its small. All great things start small anyway. Even Sanjaya Malakar was a tiny sperm cell one time.
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Once upon a time, there lived a boy.
He asked a girl he liked 'will u marry me?'
'No' said the girl.
And the boy lived happily ever after.
He played cricket and soccer and golf, went fishing, went out at night, partied, drank beer and farted whenever he wanted.
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Inspiration for the above work of literature was derived from a text message i received this morning.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Crazy Fiction
Posted by Jason at 9:11 AM
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2 comments:
hehehe I bet the girl lived happily ever after too... she might even have gone to live in a south american country where she ended up making great friends, getting a great job and doing all the same things (replace cricket and soccer for TV and cinema... fishing with going out to eat and beer for iced tea) lol :-)
marriage sometimes just isn't the road one wants/needs to travel however much society pressures one!!!
Vadi, me agree on that one!
My second fiction novel could take that route perhaps!
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