How Emily, Sarah and I die in a horrible tragic hot air balloon/killer whale accident. (part II)

March 23rd, 2007


"EMILY! HOW COULD YOU FORGET TO FIX THE HOLE??"

"What? How was I supposed to-" For some reason, Sarah was laying
under the balloon. Couldn't she see we had a problem here?

"Help!" What's she whining about?

"SARAH! We have a SERIOUS problem here! EMILY is a RETARD!!!"

"HELP!" What is her PROBLEM?

"EMILY! I can't ride in a hot air balloon with you!"

"HEY! That's not fair!" How is that not fair?

"Well, I'm not getting in there with you." I am such a good friend. Then, Emily left. "Emily?"

"Sarah I'm coming!" Then Emily started running over to Sarah, who was still under the balloon.

"EMILY-Y!" I didn't understand why Emily would go and help
Sarah while I'm talking. She was CLEARLY dead. Fine. So, I went and
helped.

"Hey! Vivian's coming over."

"Sarah! Jeez!" Emily was already pulling on her arms, so I started
to pull on her feet. (Which, I must say, are HUGE! Not like, size
8 huge, I mean, size ELEVEN–CLOWN feet!–) "Why do you have to have
such big feet? I mean, these are so hard to pull!" Ow! Ow! Ow! "OW!"
Sarah (using her big clown feet) was KICKING ME in the FACE! "SARAH
STOP IT! You're kicking me in the face!" Then she started kicking
harder. "OW! SARAH KATHERINE VOGEL! STOP KICKING ME IN THE FACE!!!"

"Oh, sorry. I thought you were a raccoon."

"HEY!" Some friends I have. Jeez. You would think she would know my
blood-curdling scream by now! JEEZ! Where's Emily? I think I'll go find
her. "SARAH! I'm going to find EMILY, okay?"

"Alright, I'll fix the balloon while you're gone." Then I skipped off to find my buddy, Emily.

Hmmm. Where could she be? Oh, maybe she went to go get some
lemonade, but couldn't find a stand, so then went in to Starbucks to
buy a blueberry muffin, and spent all of Sarah's money, so now she's
making up an excuse to tell Sarah. Nah! I think I'll start at the ski
store. Don't you think that it's weird that they have a ski store on
the beach. I think so. Well, anyways. I went into the ski store.

So, my adventures in: THE SKI STORE: I walk in. I scream, "EMILY!" This guy looks at me weird. I think he's creepy. I sceam again, "EMILY!" She doesn't answer. Maybe she's dun…dun…dun…..ding. Ding? Emily just walked in the store. She's obviously not dead.

"VIVIAN!" Why's she screaming  at me?

"EMILY! I thought you were dead!"

"Oh, so I was right?" What is she talking about?

"What? Right about what?" She's a freak.

"You know. Right. About the weird face!"  Hah?

"What weird face?" I'm sorta confused.

"Your weird face!" I think she just insulted me….Hey!

"Hey! My face isn't weird! Your face is weird. You…you… you MEANIE!"

I think we should just go back to the balloon.

"Where's Sarah?"

"I don't know." We couldn't find her anywhere.

"Maybe she's…"

"dun….dun…dun….AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" 



				
				
				




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