Postby Starscream » Wed Oct 01, 2008 11:35 am
After quite a while, I present to you another fiction. Again, to improve and test my English. And for the zillionth time, no I'm not American.
Here it comes.
How a Somali kid found himself in a gothic rave party. I know, it sounds like a disgusting story, but bear with me. It all happened on one fateful saturday. Or was it thursday? I really don't know. All in all a miserable, vommit-inducing episode in my life that shall haunt me till the end of times.
Brothers and sisters, I've been Owned.
Bamboozled.
My proverbial behind, savagely ravaged without lubricant.
As I was minding my own business in my bedroom, giving my girl pointers how to perfect her skills in making me a happier man, I got a strange message through the usual medium about this party in someone's house. I checked the address and whaddayuknow, it's a few blocks away from my house.
Great music, the illest girls, fountains of crystal, applebooty galore, palm trees, oases and what have you was going through my robust, yet incredibly attractive head. Or maybe it was my medication that made my head spin 360.
Calaa kuli xaal, I decided to check it out.
I arrived at 12 am sharp! Real Gs know why. The reason for this is because the girls have had a few drinks, laughed a little and been warmed up by the early bytch-niggaz. AND THEN AT MIDNIGHT REAL NIGGAZ TAKE OVER, fall back son!
The exterior of the house made my beautiful face frown contemptuously, this crib did not correlate with my aforementioned expectations of paradise on earth. But never judge a book by its cover! I took up all my courage and stepped in with full confidence of me and myself.
Alas the quick courage building proved to be futile, the house was dead and more shockingly: they were all of the caucasian extraction, although I spotted a lost asian in a corner. Not a soul even attempting to bust a few moves.
The peoples consisted of, what seemd to be a collection of lowlifes and losers and as I tilted my valuable head to the right, I see this group, judging by what they were doing, apparently claiming to be a band, playing timidly a song that reminded me of "killing in the name" by Rage against the machine. I'm afraid that's what they were going for.
I came a long way, 2 friggin miles with my bicycle, there's no way turning back now. Getting this party started was what this stylish Majerten prettyboy was going to do, truly the family is famous for it.
So I jumped up and smashed myself onto this random kid with glasses, whilst screaming: FUK YEH SATAN!!!!
The kid broke his nose and got picked up by his parents.
After this satanic, yet failed attempt to turn this night into something worthwhile, I spotted something very very special.
A girl.
Beautiful large eyes, like in them manga ting tings, a cute, little but firm behind and a smile, oh that smile made the rest of the time proceed in slow-motion. I approached her and stared her in the eyes to confirm my dominance as the alpha-male.
She submitted.
She said: "What brought a guy like you to this party?"
I said: "What brought a girl like you to this party?" Absolutely brilliant rebuttal, even though I say so myself.
She said: "I want you..."
I say: "B.tch, you talk to much. Let's go."
We grabbed a bite to eat and after that, we drank tea and played puzzles for the rest of the night at her house.
Bye,
Starscream