Showing posts with label humour. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humour. Show all posts

Friday, March 4, 2011

Loreto OURAN Kirribilli


If Loreto Kirribilli was Loreto Ouran Kirribilli, a much richer prestigious school for millionaire heiresses with too much time on their hands, then some things would have turned out rather differently. Such as when the fire alarm ran.
Beeeep.
Beeeep.
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeppp.
All the rich girls would be excited, and not as annoyed that something interrupted their very important and educational maths lessons.
“Oh my Goshh! The school’s gonna burn down!!”
“I know!”
The girls all squealed in excitement as the teachers tried to usher them into the school submarines for safety. Yes, school submarine. They’re all so filthy rich they could afford a submarine in case of fires and also because of the daily kidnapping events that are stopped by the high-tech laser-beam gate. So instead of walking annoyedly down a few streets from the school where there was a dead baby possum, the girls strolled down to the school’s private beach in their blue silk uniforms, full of frilly lace and princessy looking things.
“Oww! Your diamond rosary is blinding my eye!!”
“So? You just stepped on my foot with your friggin heavy golden boot!”
“It’s your fault for buying silver boots instead!”
As most girls just left on their private yatchs, and jets, those who didn’t have enough money and parachuted there way to school gave them an evil look before climbing into the Yellow submarine. There was a lil’ problem though, the Yellow submarine, was really built of gold…
...Well sayonara rather unfortunate students and teachers, see you in the next life~
In the mean time a very happy thief had a field day, he was of course the one who set off the fire alarm. He had skilfully dodged the laser beams, avoided the rabid monkeys zoo, jumped the moat full of crocodiles and narrowly missed the giant frying pan a chef accidentally left on the floor which caused him to burn a hole in his pants.
And all he had to do was just light a match and let some smoke get into the alarm, then as everyone left in panic, or rather in joyful enthusiasm, he took his time to decide what he would steal first. The thin sheets of crystal windows? The gold desks and chairs which were cushioned with silk pillows? The diamond toilet seat? - he vaguely thought how much it would hurt to sit on one. Or perhaps the money tree which was shedding hundred dollar notes all over the sapphire bricks of the school playground.
After much debate to himself he decided that he would leave stealing the diamond toilet seat last, I mean who would want a diamond toilet seat?? Each time you sat on it, you were bound not to be able to walk or sit properly for a month.
The next day when the girls who didn’t board the yellow submarine came to school, they wondered why the fire only took away the more expensive things in their school.
“Ohh well, whatever, lets just get new toilet seats, this time do you want to have some gold ones?”
“Yeah whatever, the diamonds one were pretty, but sure, let’s have something new this time.”

Sunday, February 27, 2011

The Blondie and the Carpark-Jam


“Dear God, it’s been two hours already. TWO *beep*beep*beep*(A/N:: censored language for the dignity of the readers to remain) HOURS!!!”

The driver resisted the urge to bash her head onto the driving wheel in front of her- that would damage her beautiful car. She was currently in the Westfield carpark lining up with a bunch of other rather unfortunate drivers who were also stuck in their cars. From her boredom she had calculated that the speed the cars were currently travelling at were approximately 0.0074 metres per second which would also be 2 metres per hour.

She glared mournfully at the swiftly moving cars seen outside of the ledge of the 5 storey high carpark. The front of the carpark was already lining with cars and she was sure those drivers were cursing themselves to have been able to make it into this hellhole. Then in the next second a dull hope came into her heart as the car infront of her shifted forward again.

She blinked, she had finally reached the outside and she could see the problem that had caused her to waste two precious hours in the welcoming carpark. A young man with blinding blonde hair was switching from letting people out the gate and trying to fix up the ticket machine.
“ Are you f-*beep*beep*(A/N:: Once more shall there be censored language for the good health of the readers) serious?!!” 

After an agonizing half an hour of planning the death of the idiot in front of her, her car finally rolled up to the gates. The man ran off to who knows where, and another forty minutes later, came back with what looked like a piece of junk. The man proceeded to trying to fit the junk into the ticket machine.

“Nice blonde hair.” She commented.

The young man looked up in surprise, “Th-thank you Miss! But I already have a girlfriend.”

She gaped at him, was this guy for real?

“I’m very sorry!!” The moron could NOT have thought that she was coming onto him. The young man still had acne framing his face, and she was at the ripe age of thirty-three, she would NEVER date brats- plus if she did, that would make her a pedophile.

Did she say something about damaging her car?- Well screw it, she bashed her head against the driving wheel. The blonde highschool dropout looked at her in shock, “I-I know I’m really hot and stuff, but I’m just not worth it! Please don’t tear yourself apart over this! You can always find new relationships! Go on a dating website or something, I’m sure you’ll be able to find s-someone… e-e-eventually.”

And he had a girlfriend?! Poor girl! Dating a moronic bastard like him?!

“Open the fucking gate. NOW.- Did I say something about sensoring for the sake of the readers? xoxo the Author.

The boy frowned, “But, you’re three hours overdue for parking, you’re supposed to pay ten dollars for that.”

I wonder. I was spending three hours in the carpark.” She replied with a sweet smile on  her face.

“I don’t see your point Mam’, but would you please go back to pay the ten dollars at the counter fir-”

“OPEN THIS GATE IF YOU VALUE YOUR LIFE!!!”

And a red car burning red with fury could be seen speeding down the highway at frightening speeds. There were many car accidents that day. Victims  claimed to see the Devil himself, as they sat for their therapy sessions. An unfortunate young blonde was sitting on the ground hyperventilating as cars streamed out of the carpark.
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If you understood the story, please don't get offended. Something similiar happened with me today...