mnybxrs
12th August 2005, 02:41 AM
Preface:
hey this is corey, sitting in GED class BORED AS FUCK so I thought i'd write a little fiction for the rorta vaults. here you go, some content for that ass. See you all in hell,
love,
Corey
Once upon a time there was this magic elf, who lived in a big tree. None of the other elf?s knew he lived in this tree, because the tree was magic too. The door would open up whenever he wanted to go in or out, and when it was shut no one could tell the difference between the magic tree and the real trees. The elf was very happy at this, because he sold crack around the forest, and sometimes needed a place to lie low for a while. He would boil up some product, separate it, then hit the woods to peddle his candy. He had many little forest creatures hooked on his drug, and so he always was in good supply of whatever he wanted around the forest. He had bling bling and such.
Well, magic trees are expensive. There came a day where Paperclip (Paperclip, that?s the name of the elf; should?ve told you that), if Paperclip was going to make it anywhere around the forest, he was going to need some wheels. So he sold all the nuts that the squirrels gave him, all the garbage the raccoons gave him, and all the twigs the birds gave him. Anything an animal gave him for crack he sold, and he saved up his money. He finally got enough to buy this sweet little dirt bike that he had his eye on, but something terrible and most unfortunate happened before he had the chance to purchase the bike.
One late night after a hard days pimping of the female elf?s, Paperclip noticed that one of his hoe?s was 200$ short of her nightly dues. After smacking her around with his pimp hand, Paperclip proceeded to tell that bitch what was what, and he fired her. Some little forest hater pulled a tech nine and shot Paperclip ten times in chest. Paperclip tried to run, he tried to use his magic elf powers to disappear before the bullets hit him, but he couldn?t do it. Paperclip got shot. So that?s the story of Paperclip the elf, always remember to remember that; in the event of a forest crack dealer, just pull out your tech. If he is a magic elf, bullets can help. Thank you, and happily ever after.
hey this is corey, sitting in GED class BORED AS FUCK so I thought i'd write a little fiction for the rorta vaults. here you go, some content for that ass. See you all in hell,
love,
Corey
Once upon a time there was this magic elf, who lived in a big tree. None of the other elf?s knew he lived in this tree, because the tree was magic too. The door would open up whenever he wanted to go in or out, and when it was shut no one could tell the difference between the magic tree and the real trees. The elf was very happy at this, because he sold crack around the forest, and sometimes needed a place to lie low for a while. He would boil up some product, separate it, then hit the woods to peddle his candy. He had many little forest creatures hooked on his drug, and so he always was in good supply of whatever he wanted around the forest. He had bling bling and such.
Well, magic trees are expensive. There came a day where Paperclip (Paperclip, that?s the name of the elf; should?ve told you that), if Paperclip was going to make it anywhere around the forest, he was going to need some wheels. So he sold all the nuts that the squirrels gave him, all the garbage the raccoons gave him, and all the twigs the birds gave him. Anything an animal gave him for crack he sold, and he saved up his money. He finally got enough to buy this sweet little dirt bike that he had his eye on, but something terrible and most unfortunate happened before he had the chance to purchase the bike.
One late night after a hard days pimping of the female elf?s, Paperclip noticed that one of his hoe?s was 200$ short of her nightly dues. After smacking her around with his pimp hand, Paperclip proceeded to tell that bitch what was what, and he fired her. Some little forest hater pulled a tech nine and shot Paperclip ten times in chest. Paperclip tried to run, he tried to use his magic elf powers to disappear before the bullets hit him, but he couldn?t do it. Paperclip got shot. So that?s the story of Paperclip the elf, always remember to remember that; in the event of a forest crack dealer, just pull out your tech. If he is a magic elf, bullets can help. Thank you, and happily ever after.