Who is this?! It's got to be an old-school TA if he remembers Xeno, but my 1984 rant happened earlier this year, so (s)he must've been around all this time.

Is JiveBoJingles trying to write poorly to conceal his style? If so, I love this new Brian

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Kiwis fuck sheep, not goats.

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Originally posted by ziptnf I probably wake up QWOPing.

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JUST ME N YOU

Author's Note: You should not ask certain questions. It will all be revealed at the end.

Chapter 6

"Wup! So what do you want to know from me? Wup?"
"Our friend can't stop dancing to Hardstyle. He saw this LORD OF BASS guy spin and now will dance dance till he drops dead", I explained.
"Wup! Should have said that right away. The solution is easy. Wup!" PKC looked kind of pissed while he put his pants back on. "Wup! You can cure him with the single most energetic and danceable track ever. It will wash that hardstyle right outta him. Wup!", Xeno said.
"You mean Doop – Doop?", Fledz asked.
"Wup?! No, it's Fly by DJ Tiesto. Wup!"
"Never heard of it", I said. "How do we find it?"
"Wup! Why don't you ask Tiesto himself? He's playing tonight at the big clob. Wup!"
"Great! You wanna join us Xeno?"
"Wup! Sorry, but I've gained a few pounds. I'm afraid a fat person would be awkward at a Tiesto concert. Wup!"
We all agreed and thus left wthout him. The clob was totally packed and Tiesto was already spinning. People reached for the lasers like crazy. Some strange track was playing that went like Dut Dut Dut all the time.
"We need to talk to Tiesto. Anyone got a plan?", Fledz asked.
"Nope", I said. "I need to go to the toilet first. You guys figure something out in the meantime. Draw some schemantics or something."
So I went to the restroom and peed. Since I managed to not get a single drop on my hands and avoided touching the toilet bowl it was not necessary to wash my hands. I did it anyway, cause I'm no litterbug. Just then a hand grabbed me by the neck.
"Missed me, asshole?", Jay asked.

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I wouldn't miss your asshole

moar chimney, you are slowly redeeming yourself.

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Originally posted by EddieZilker Oh, preese, so sorree for intorrerance fwum esss russer. He maka fun of you because you tarking in racial stereotype. I aporogize for heem. He not know how behave. Preeze accept aporogee. Ching chang chow yun fat, Mr. Roboto.

this is so so good

Chapter 7

"Hey, I didn't know she was your girlfriend, I swear."
"She's not my gf anymore", Jay said. "We broke up. I wrote a poem about it, you wanna hear?"
"No", I said.
"I was selfish, i was wrong, now that you are gone nothing makes any sense. All these years of shit and struggle, only to have brief moments of happiness with you by my side. You understood me more than i did, you let it slide when i repressed my pain with vile liquid... "
"That's uh... great man. Now how about you let me go?"
"Don't worry, I will", he said. "Not gonna beat you up again. Just wanna show you something first, OK?" He dragged me into a toilet cabin and pointed to the bowl. "You see that?"
A piece of shit was floating in the water.
"I call it Mexicans swimming through Rio Grande. I had some Burritos with Chipotle today and this came out. Isn't it beautiful?"
"It's err... a piece of shit."
"Maybe you need to take a closer look." He pushed my head down, into the toilet. "I call this an art exhibition."
Just then a random fag came by and knocked Jay out with a single blow.
"Thanks, Mister...", I said.
"Daydreamer", he said. He then took off his shirt for no apparent reason.
I chuckled a little, because he looked rediiculase. So he struck me down, too, and I fell unconscious.
Next thing I remember is PKC shaking me. "You OK, Mike?"
"Yes", I said, though I still felt dizzy.
"We have good news. We got up to Tiesticle and asked him about the track. He said he doesn't know it."
"How is that good news?", I asked.
"Fledz checked on LimeWire and found Arcadia's 190 Returning Mix of Fly. Come on, let's get back to Sushi."
We went to Stu's place again and found him completely exhaused but still dancing. We played Tiesto – Fly. For a moment nothing happened. Then, all of a sudden, nothing continued to happen. Which was actually good, cause Stu didn't dance anymore. Instead he collapsed on the floor.
"Thanks guise", he said.
"We're just glad your OK", I said.
"It's you're, not your.", Sushi told me.
"Wait a fucking minute", Fledz said. "Their is no way he could know you said your. That's rediiculase!"
"Did you just say their?", PKC asked.

These are so good.

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I have absolutely nothing to do with this. Whoever wrote this is clearly more cor knowledgeable and funnier than me. This person is in a league of her own.