I'm angry that you are not listening to the morales of this story.Author: Anonymous (Ted Anger)
Date: 2000-04-07 00:00:00
On 4/7/00 at 14:22 Basin wrote:
>The Germans rolled into town. Their armaments were formidable indeed. Ten thousand strong their armies were, but it was a number to be considered by the one who had been watching them for a thousand years.
Here we see that the Germans are "rolling" into town. This is not acceptable. Who rolls anymore when we have such fine technologies as soapbox carts with bricks for wheels? Damnit Basin, look in a book.
Edmith: master of irony, stood upon his altar of DEATH and watched the German forces through his window of opportunity. He knew that it was upon his duties to stall their progress for at least five minutes!? But would that work- hell no. He called in his advisor, Gaoes and insisted that he go forth and summon the leader of Rome.
Edmith is not a master, but a GOD! Release his genie-like powers from your bottle and he will show you what Gaoes can do.
>Zaill Trumphn, Leader of Rome sat in a chair. It was a fine chair. His mother made it when he was only six years >old. It had about thirty coffee stains on it. Oh how >Zaill loved his coffee. Suddenly the door slammed open and >Gaoes was in his office.
>Zaill: OH MY!? Did we have an appointment lad?
>Gaoes: Nein man! The germans are moving in. You will need to stop them for a moment while my team gets into gear.
"Nein man!"? that was stolen from the popular German nazi game show "Haus Hitler von Zielen".
>It was a deal well set, and Gaoes rushed out the door to fight the germans.
Noone would dare fight Germans!
>**1 hour later**
>Edmith heard a knock at the door. Upon answering it he found the severed head of Gaoes in a box with a bright red ribon around it. A small note from the germans also informed him that he was to fuck himself. He declined the offer and made his way to the temple of realism and summoned his forces. They emerged from a vortex and rushed into the fields of donald at the base of the temple.
>Edmith: GO! Destroy the german war machine!
>With this the troops rushed off towards the battlefields.
>**1 day later**
>Kenn sipped his tea and spoke to his mother on the phone. He was watching his favorite television program at the same time. After a while he stood up and decided to go to bed.
Bed? What is a bed? Some kind of animal who ravages you in the night with claws like razors. If this is a bed, then I know it well.
<font color="red" size=5>Sieg Heil! Das Furher has returned!</font>
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-I'm angry that you are not listening to the morales of this story. - Anonymous - 2000-04-07 00:00:00