05-22-2015, 02:15 AM
(05-21-2015, 09:34 PM)Rotshout Wrote:(05-21-2015, 08:56 PM)TheEpicZephyr Wrote: I once wrote an essay about a guy named Jamal B. Trippy who lived in Shroomville and who was addicted to magic mushrooms, and one day his sister, Shenequa B. Trippy, found him super trippy, and so she called the police. Turns out, Jamal got lung cancer because of the mushrooms, and he was gonna sue his provider, John B. Socheap.
This part of the essay is my pride and joy. Shenequa said this while being questioned by a news reporter: "I be hangin' up mah wet, perfumed laundry and be gobblin' up mah tender, mmm so tender, hot, and oh so spicy fried chicken, oh baby, praise the lawd, that chicken be some good stuff, I wish I had some of dat stuff right now, but anyways, where I at? Ah yeah, I remember, I was eatin' mah chicken when I heard mah brotha Jamal outside at exactly 5:16 on dis very day." (This is exactly how I typed it and turned it in)
I got a B on that essay, which was upsetting cause I thought I met all the requirements.
That's no essay, that's a narrative!
Well same shit
Essay/paper/narrative/etc
Fuck the max 2 image limit. (Imagine happy asian guy here)