This is from memory, without looking it up or watching a video (Imagine me singing it as I write it, if it helps.) Equestria, the land I love. A land of harmony. Our flag does wave from high above, for ponykind to see. Equestria, a land of friends, where ponykind do roam. They say true friendship never ends, Equestria my home.
I dare @halisme to write a very short story about meeting me. Any setting or plot, we just have to meet.
Zoupskim looked down the sights of his rifle. Eyeing the shambling mass that had once been his fellow forum member. He hadn't known him particularly well. It simply made pulling the trigger easier.
I've never written a limerick before so I don't really know if it even is one but this is the best I could do: There is very little wise to be said As we’ll soon all be quite dead, A knife to our throats, A lack of famous quotes, But don’t go where you’re led. @Neliel What was the 'worst' thing you did as a child? Break school rules? Nick something? Or just have a tantrum about something small?
Middle School or High School? In Middle School, I once 'kept' a very valuable coin that the teacher was showing us. I kept it for a few minutes but I was hoping he wouldn't notice it was gone out of the bunch. Tee-hee! In High School, I used to sneak out of the house around 2 a.m. and go clubbing. @zoupskim I dare you to listen to Friday by Rebecca Black and give us a full-on review of the lyrics and video.
"Yea, let that night be barren; let no joyful cry be heard in it. Let those curse it who curse the day, who are skilled to rouse up Leviathan." This may take a minute...
Ooh, I like this, and since it's been cleared, I'm just going to add to the chaos: I was hungry and wanted some food, Something healthy, that suited my mood So I bought me some bread And some lettuce, one head And tomatoes, the fresh kind, not stewed.
I nominate @Iain Aschendale as designated accessory Darer/Truther, since Zoup has to do Hal. Rein some chaos.
In keeping with my new office as Accessory Darer, I dare you to: Write a couple hundred words describing how to make a sandwich and Make it sound like a threat.
Oh don't worry, you won't be here long. Just as long as you follow directions. I have a couple of lessons I need to teach ya hollagins. Then I will delete all your info from the dark web, so you'd better hurry before the rapers get on. I mean, EVERY DAMN TIME I go to Kids Barn or Friendlys, I get this floppy sack of bread, with some mustard like substance and this....squishy plum thing! I mean, come on! Its not likes it hard! Just listen to what I haveta say, and I will most certainly let you out of this van. If not.... (Cracks knuckles and cocks gun quickly) First we start with the basics. SKIPPY! Let's say that a couple of times, shall we? Just to let it sink in? SKIPPY SKIPPY SKIPPY SKIPPY SKIPPY SKIPPY SKIPPY! That good? Or do I need to scream some more? My voice hurts when I scream, as will yours when I stab you with a knife! Skippy is the ONLY and I mean the ONLY peanut butter acceptable for your use, understand? All the others are cheaply made, stupid, dead stuff. Kinda like you. Now then we- TRY AND BE SASSY AGAIN, WITH THAT LITTLE LIKE BUTTON AND YOUR FACE WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY! As I was saying, screw off your cap, pick up your butter knife, (those are the ones without bad jadged edges, very unlike my knife.), and get a good dallop. Not a 'haul' not a 'scoop' a dallop. Got that? Then starting from the top left-hand corner spread down and out. Should be easy enough for a peasent like yourself. Remember, if you can make a L with your hand, that's your left! Maybe ya need another dallop wimp? Get another and your get a knife in ya. And then another. Now pull out your Publix Jelly and repeat the same notion. I AM NOT KIDDING MR.TROLL, PAY ATTENTION! .shoots Iain through the head. After that, gently put the bread together. Then eat. HOW HARD IS THAT? HOW FLIPPIN' HARD? Now leave, and spread the way of peanut butter across America. And if I EVER have a bad PB&J? I'm coming for you. Challenge Completed!
I think this one is still hanging out there, so.... Tell us what keeps you from writing? What do you think that, if absent from the universe (and don't say "writer's block"), would by its absence make you a more prolific writer. For me, it's computer solitaire and "pron".
