staying for 3-4 days tho

THIS STOP SIGN IS AN OCTAGON

... oh yeah, Thanksgiving's coming up, huh? i've been so caught up in other stuff lately i haven't been thinking about Thanksgiving much.

Stormy is my sister Although this story was funnier because to drive to her house it would take like 6 hours and I just casually did it like it's nothing

unfortunately it's really late and i need to get to bed already OH MY GOSH I HAVE SOMEWHERE TO GO IN ABOUT 7 HOURS

oh well.

once there was a man. his name was Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch. but his username on SpyroForum was Paranoia. one day Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch decided, "being a moderator is boring. i want to be an admin!" he drove over to (how are you related again?) anyway his relative Stormy (real name Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg) and he asked her if he could be an admin. Stormy responded, "THIS STOP SIGN IS AN OCTAGON!" Paranoia knew right then and there, that that was the end of the discussion. Stormy only got that kind of tone when she was really putting her foot down. disappointed, Paranoia drove back home. he was just about to go inside and relax, when he noticed a package sitting on his front porch. he went inside and opened it up to find - it was full of nyamos. he knew right then and there what he needed to do. he went onto SpyroForum and spammed nyamo everywhere, including "serious discussion". Stormy (aka Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg) was impressed by his spamming abilities and said, "i was wrong, Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch. here you go - you're an admin now."

Paranoia was conflicted, though - what should he do now? this would be a wonderful opportunity to overthrow the island nation of SpyroForum, an enemy of the North Korean government, whom he agreed to assist in the west, but if he did that, Thanksgiving would be really awkward.

what will Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch do? find out next time!

spoiler alert: he decides not to overthrow SpyroForum. goodnight.

Paranoia wrote:

read me a story

On a dark and story night, Paralegal was polishing the broadsword which he had received for becoming an honorary lord of Spyroforum. The emblazoned on the sword's hilt started back at him grumpily as he wiped away the blood and dirt from yesterday's spam battle. Pleased with his work as an admin so far, he could not have foreseen what happened next. They came in the night; Queen Story's guards busted down the door to his chambers, lifted him from the room, and began escorting him down the dank hallways of the castle. Passing paintings of Cynder, strawberries, and whipped cream made him question why he was even here in the first place. After a short audience with the queen, a decision was made. "Abuse of powerz!" the nobles yelled. He had done nothing wrong, yet they hated him. Just as quickly as it had happened, it was taken away - Paralegal was a lord of Spyroforum no more.

i cri evrytiem

hahahahaha I saw that

i didn't. awesome!

read me a story

On a dark and story night, Paralegal was polishing the broadsword which he had received for becoming an honorary lord of Spyroforum. The emblazoned on the sword's hilt started back at him grumpily as he wiped away the blood and dirt from yesterday's spam battle. Pleased with his work as an admin so far, he could not have foreseen what happened next. They came in the night; Queen Story's guards busted down the door to his chambers, lifted him from the room, and began escorting him down the dank hallways of the castle. Passing paintings of Cynder, strawberries, and whipped cream made him question why he was even here in the first place. After a short audience with the queen, a decision was made. "Abuse of powerz!" the nobles yelled. He had done nothing wrong, yet they hated him. Just as quickly as it had happened, it was taken away - Paralegal was a lord of Spyroforum no more.

i cri evrytiem

hahahahaha I saw that

Also that story was DEEP man

paintings of Cynder, strawberries, and whipped cream

LOL, that thing again

great story paralegal *falls asleep to the story*

on a related note, bedtime stories must be a rough thing to write. everyone falls asleep to your stories all the time. but on the other hand, it's what you want to happen. so..?

read me a story

On a dark and story night, Paralegal was polishing the broadsword which he had received for becoming an honorary lord of Spyroforum. The emblazoned on the sword's hilt started back at him grumpily as he wiped away the blood and dirt from yesterday's spam battle. Pleased with his work as an admin so far, he could not have foreseen what happened next. They came in the night; Queen Story's guards busted down the door to his chambers, lifted him from the room, and began escorting him down the dank hallways of the castle. Passing paintings of Cynder, strawberries, and whipped cream made him question why he was even here in the first place. After a short audience with the queen, a decision was made. "Abuse of powerz!" the nobles yelled. He had done nothing wrong, yet they hated him. Just as quickly as it had happened, it was taken away - Paralegal was a lord of Spyroforum no more.

i cri evrytiem

sure everyone else on the planet, probably including her, would be very confused by this course of events, but it'll all be worth it.

so somewhere along the way i just completely lost my train of thought here. i think it was somewhere around the time i started writing this post.