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[SHAMAZING T4CO]

I know! i'm starting to hate them.

yah there so Tco-ed op and such TACO filled Taco-bags

[El Silverado]

I was passing through a desolate place in Nevada in a place called Las Almas Perdidas. It was 6:00PM and I stopped at a redlight and all of a sudden a woman walked and banged her head against the window of my truck. I looked over but there was nothing there so I figured it was just a mirage. A few miles away I saw something on the oad and abruptly stopped. As I went out to take a look at what seemed to be a rotting corpse I ntice there was a dense fog with visibility of 5 ft. But the strange thing was that the corpse,which was several days old and barley had much flesh, was still rich from body fluid as if it died only moments ago. What I saw next was horrifying, the corpse breathed then twitched, but I was already running back to my` Silverado and flooring it back to town ( I decided it was best to settle in early).

 

The next day I decided to roll at dawn and try to make it to San Espes by 10:00 pm. but as I was traveling back on the road I notice it never got into day even when it was noon. all of a sudden I saw a tall figure with whatt looks to be tentacles on him. Horrified I come to a screeching halt then was flipped over. I saw it walked away as I struggled to get out of my truck. When I got out I followed its trail when all of a sudden a body lands in front of me apparently dissected and organs detached. I flinched in horror but my attention was then diverted to a strange humming noise. I looked and saw the thing standed when unexpectedly it charge at me. The Slender Man ...

 

 

There is no place to hide

[Vore]

hmmm... interesting

 

It may be random but it's actually true.

[SHAMAZING T4CO]

I was passing through a desolate place in Nevada in a place called Las Almas Perdidas. It was 6:00PM and I stopped at a redlight and all of a sudden a woman walked and banged her head against the window of my truck. I looked over but there was nothing there so I figured it was just a mirage. A few miles away I saw something on the oad and abruptly stopped. As I went out to take a look at what seemed to be a rotting corpse I ntice there was a dense fog with visibility of 5 ft. But the strange thing was that the corpse,which was several days old and barley had much flesh, was still rich from body fluid as if it died only moments ago. What I saw next was horrifying, the corpse breathed then twitched, but I was already running back to my` Silverado and flooring it back to town ( I decided it was best to settle in early).

 

The next day I decided to roll at dawn and try to make it to San Espes by 10:00 pm. but as I was traveling back on the road I notice it never got into day even when it was noon. all of a sudden I saw a tall figure with whatt looks to be tentacles on him. Horrified I come to a screeching halt then was flipped over. I saw it walked away as I struggled to get out of my truck. When I got out I followed its trail when all of a sudden a body lands in front of me apparently dissected and organs detached. I flinched in horror but my attention was then diverted to a strange humming noise. I looked and saw the thing standed when unexpectedly it charge at me. The Slender Man ...

 

 

There is no place to hide

how long did it take you to type that

[El Silverado]

how long did it take you to type that

10 mins

[Vitamin Pwn]

when will you people learn PEPSI AND COKE ARE THE SAME THING

[xUnH0Ly xKiLLeR]

It all started when our star, Unholy, woke up in a bush. It was the second time it had happened. Feeling barely exasperated, Unholy slapped a ripened avocado, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Giggling like schoolgirl, he realized that his beloved noodle was missing! Immediately he called his former cellmate, Taco. Unholy had known Taco for (plus or minus) 1.2 billion years, the majority of which were eccentric ones. Taco was unique. He was attractive though sometimes a little... pestering. Unholy called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.

 

Taco picked up to a very glad Unholy. Taco calmly assured him that most 3-legged wallabies turn red before mating, yet long-haired sea monkeys usually surreptitiously sigh *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Unholy. Why was Taco trying to distract Unholy? Because he had snuck out from Unholy's with the noodle only nine days prior. It was a eccentric little noodle... how could he resist?

 

It didn't take long before Unholy got back to the subject at hand: his noodle. Taco shuddered. Relunctantly, Taco invited him over, assuring him they'd find the noodle. Unholy grabbed his giraffe and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Taco realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the noodle and he had to do it aggressively. He figured that if Unholy took the homemade car, he had take at least five minutes before Unholy would get there. But if he took the Silverado? Then Taco would be abnormally screwed.

 

Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Taco was interrupted by ten dimwitted hamsters that were lured by his noodle. Taco turned red; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling worried, he recklessly reached for his banana and carefully slapped every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the foxy forest, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Silverado rolling up. It was Unholy.

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED...

[SHAMAZING T4CO]

It all started when our star, Unholy, woke up in a bush. It was the second time it had happened. Feeling barely exasperated, Unholy slapped a ripened avocado, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Giggling like schoolgirl, he realized that his beloved noodle was missing! Immediately he called his former cellmate, Taco. Unholy had known Taco for (plus or minus) 1.2 billion years, the majority of which were eccentric ones. Taco was unique. He was attractive though sometimes a little... pestering. Unholy called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.

 

Taco picked up to a very glad Unholy. Taco calmly assured him that most 3-legged wallabies turn red before mating, yet long-haired sea monkeys usually surreptitiously sigh *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Unholy. Why was Taco trying to distract Unholy? Because he had snuck out from Unholy's with the noodle only nine days prior. It was a eccentric little noodle... how could he resist?

 

It didn't take long before Unholy got back to the subject at hand: his noodle. Taco shuddered. Relunctantly, Taco invited him over, assuring him they'd find the noodle. Unholy grabbed his giraffe and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Taco realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the noodle and he had to do it aggressively. He figured that if Unholy took the homemade car, he had take at least five minutes before Unholy would get there. But if he took the Silverado? Then Taco would be abnormally screwed.

 

Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Taco was interrupted by ten dimwitted hamsters that were lured by his noodle. Taco turned red; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling worried, he recklessly reached for his banana and carefully slapped every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the foxy forest, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Silverado rolling up. It was Unholy.

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED...

LOL make a part 2

[xUnH0Ly xKiLLeR]

It all started when our star, Unholy, woke up in a bush. It was the second time it had happened. Feeling barely exasperated, Unholy slapped a ripened avocado, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Giggling like schoolgirl, he realized that his beloved noodle was missing! Immediately he called his former cellmate, Taco. Unholy had known Taco for (plus or minus) 1.2 billion years, the majority of which were eccentric ones. Taco was unique. He was attractive though sometimes a little... pestering. Unholy called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.

 

Taco picked up to a very glad Unholy. Taco calmly assured him that most 3-legged wallabies turn red before mating, yet long-haired sea monkeys usually surreptitiously sigh *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Unholy. Why was Taco trying to distract Unholy? Because he had snuck out from Unholy's with the noodle only nine days prior. It was a eccentric little noodle... how could he resist?

 

It didn't take long before Unholy got back to the subject at hand: his noodle. Taco shuddered. Relunctantly, Taco invited him over, assuring him they'd find the noodle. Unholy grabbed his giraffe and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Taco realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the noodle and he had to do it aggressively. He figured that if Unholy took the homemade car, he had take at least five minutes before Unholy would get there. But if he took the Silverado? Then Taco would be abnormally screwed.

 

Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Taco was interrupted by ten dimwitted hamsters that were lured by his noodle. Taco turned red; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling worried, he recklessly reached for his banana and carefully slapped every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the foxy forest, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Silverado rolling up. It was Unholy.

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Big Lots to pick up a 12-pack of vitamins, so he knew he was running late. With a careful leap, Unholy was out of the Silverado and went sassily jaunting toward Taco's front door. Meanwhile inside, Taco was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the noodle into a box of bananas and then slid the box behind his canoe. Taco was displeased but at least the noodle was concealed. The doorbell rang.

 

'Come in,' Taco exotically purred. With a deft push, Unholy opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some abrasive coke fiend in a magic flying carpet,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Taco assured him. Unholy took a seat ridiculously far from where Taco had hidden the noodle. Taco sneezed trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Unholy was distracted. Like a drunken sailor at happy hour, Taco noticed a stupid look on Unholy's face. Unholy slowly opened his mouth to speak.

 

'...What's that smell?'

 

Taco felt a stabbing pain in his love handle when Unholy asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the noodle right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A selfish look started to form on Unholy's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's vitamins from when she used to have pet legless puppies. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Unholy nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Taco could react, Unholy skillfully lunged toward the box and opened it. The noodle was plainly in view.

 

Unholy stared at Taco for what what must've been six seconds. Taco groped indiscriminately in Unholy's direction, clearly desperate. Unholy grabbed the noodle and bolted for the door. It was locked. Taco let out a sassy chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Unholy,' he rebuked. Taco always had been a little selfish, so Unholy knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Taco did something crazy. He gripped his noodle tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

 

Taco looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Unholy. 'And to think, I cleaned that window frame two days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Unholy. 'You okay?' Still silence. Taco walked over to the window and looked down. Unholy was gone.

 

TO BE CONTINUED...

[SHAMAZING T4CO]

As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Big Lots to pick up a 12-pack of vitamins, so he knew he was running late. With a careful leap, Unholy was out of the Silverado and went sassily jaunting toward Taco's front door. Meanwhile inside, Taco was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the noodle into a box of bananas and then slid the box behind his canoe. Taco was displeased but at least the noodle was concealed. The doorbell rang.

 

'Come in,' Taco exotically purred. With a deft push, Unholy opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some abrasive coke fiend in a magic flying carpet,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Taco assured him. Unholy took a seat ridiculously far from where Taco had hidden the noodle. Taco sneezed trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Unholy was distracted. Like a drunken sailor at happy hour, Taco noticed a stupid look on Unholy's face. Unholy slowly opened his mouth to speak.

 

'...What's that smell?'

 

Taco felt a stabbing pain in his love handle when Unholy asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the noodle right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A selfish look started to form on Unholy's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's vitamins from when she used to have pet legless puppies. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Unholy nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Taco could react, Unholy skillfully lunged toward the box and opened it. The noodle was plainly in view.

 

Unholy stared at Taco for what what must've been six seconds. Taco groped indiscriminately in Unholy's direction, clearly desperate. Unholy grabbed the noodle and bolted for the door. It was locked. Taco let out a sassy chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Unholy,' he rebuked. Taco always had been a little selfish, so Unholy knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Taco did something crazy. He gripped his noodle tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

 

Taco looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Unholy. 'And to think, I cleaned that window frame two days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Unholy. 'You okay?' Still silence. Taco walked over to the window and looked down. Unholy was gone.

 

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

wow your good

[xUnH0Ly xKiLLeR]

PART 3

 

Just yonder, Unholy was struggling to make his way through the foxy forest behind Taco's place. Unholy had severely hurt his vitamin pack during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral hamsters suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the noodle. One by one they latched on to Unholy. Already weakened from his injury, Unholy yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of hamsters running off with his noodle.

 

About three hours later, Unholy awoke, his wenis throbbing. It was dark and Unholy did not know where he was. Deep in the hazy imaginery desert, Unholy was excessively lost. Before anyone could take off their pants, he remembered that his noodle was taken by the hamsters. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a bloated hamster emerged from the swamp. It was the alpha hamster. Unholy opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the hamster sunk its teeth into his kidney. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Unholy's lungs.

 

Less than two miles away, Taco was entombed by anguish over the loss of the noodle. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened live hand grenade. With a heroic thrust, he buried it deeply into his shin. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Unholy's Silverado... wishing he had found the courage to tell it that he loved it. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the noodle that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant hamsters, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come.

 

 

A slightly revised version of a book I have to read for English.

 

*Randomness Released*

[SHAMAZING T4CO]

PART 3

 

Just yonder, Unholy was struggling to make his way through the foxy forest behind Taco's place. Unholy had severely hurt his vitamin pack during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral hamsters suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the noodle. One by one they latched on to Unholy. Already weakened from his injury, Unholy yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of hamsters running off with his noodle.

 

About three hours later, Unholy awoke, his wenis throbbing. It was dark and Unholy did not know where he was. Deep in the hazy imaginery desert, Unholy was excessively lost. Before anyone could take off their pants, he remembered that his noodle was taken by the hamsters. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a bloated hamster emerged from the swamp. It was the alpha hamster. Unholy opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the hamster sunk its teeth into his kidney. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Unholy's lungs.

 

Less than two miles away, Taco was entombed by anguish over the loss of the noodle. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened live hand grenade. With a heroic thrust, he buried it deeply into his shin. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Unholy's Silverado... wishing he had found the courage to tell it that he loved it. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the noodle that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant hamsters, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come.

 

 

A slightly revised version of a book I have to read for English.

 

*Randomness Released*

that was an awesome and random story nice work!!

[Vitamin Pwn]

PART 3

 

Just yonder, Unholy was struggling to make his way through the foxy forest behind Taco's place. Unholy had severely hurt his vitamin pack during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral hamsters suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the noodle. One by one they latched on to Unholy. Already weakened from his injury, Unholy yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of hamsters running off with his noodle.

 

About three hours later, Unholy awoke, his wenis throbbing. It was dark and Unholy did not know where he was. Deep in the hazy imaginery desert, Unholy was excessively lost. Before anyone could take off their pants, he remembered that his noodle was taken by the hamsters. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a bloated hamster emerged from the swamp. It was the alpha hamster. Unholy opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the hamster sunk its teeth into his kidney. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Unholy's lungs.

 

Less than two miles away, Taco was entombed by anguish over the loss of the noodle. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened live hand grenade. With a heroic thrust, he buried it deeply into his shin. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Unholy's Silverado... wishing he had found the courage to tell it that he loved it. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the noodle that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant hamsters, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come.

 

 

A slightly revised version of a book I have to read for English.

 

*Randomness Released*

 

[CsDarKnight]

I feel like nomming a hippo.