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GothicPrincess90

Report | 06/29/2008 9:49 am

GothicPrincess90

as long as they are free
V a n n a Venom

Report | 06/03/2008 1:38 pm

V a n n a Venom

Your Welcome. Thank You For Selling it to me.
SIash Ex

Report | 05/29/2008 8:51 am

SIash Ex

So, I sat down one morning and decided to brew up a good ole' fashioned pot of joe. This, of course, being absolutely normal and most assuredly safe. It was in this final regard that I was mistaken...



You see, the coffee had been imported from Havana...by Havanians, I assume...and refined in the city of Los Angeles. Or...so I thought.



Unfortunately, in my rushed attempt to brew, I inaccurately read the label.



This coffee had been refined in the city of "Lost Angels".



Unaware as I was, it shocked me to find a down right spiffy gate to hell nestled in right at the bottom of my coffee pot.



I say "find", but "discover" is probably a better word.



A smallish imp, his name was Ted, was wriggling frantically as he tried to escape the too narrow mouth of the glass container from which he had entered. Ironically enough, the only thing I thought at that precise moment was "Where did my coffee go?"



Needless to say, I casually approached the little devil and assisted him in his escape. He was most thankful, and offered to explain the silly phenomenon in which we had so unceremoniously found ourselves.



I agreed, but not before inquiring the whereabouts of my coffee. Which really made no sense on my part, looking back...I mean. Clearly, the substance had gone counter to the imp. This put my coffee somewhere in hell. However, I'm forced at this point to be less hard on myself due to the circumstances...It was early...I had no coffee.



Now, back to the demon and his tail.



So Ted began to explain that, for centuries, coffee had been used as a method of transporting sorcerer familiars to the sorcerers. It had started off simply enough, but the internet was making it increasingly simple to mail-order just about anything. However, what was witch-craft being looked down upon and such, hell had been forced to hide it's wares in amongst other groceries. Hence, Ted the imp...and my lack of coffee.



Regardless, it was a simple case of mixed up purchases. Funny how I felt cheated, what with the warlock...or whatever...casually enjoying MY cup of coffee. None the less, Ted explained that he would need to be getting back to hell.



Something about fiscal reports, and Human Tetris...



He unceremoniously hopped back into the pot, face first, and was stuck fast again. I, having found to feasible use for the Bugs Bunny mug still clutched in my hand, slammed him hard enough to get him through.



With a fizz, bang, and pop...the whole scene was over. No portals to hell, no little red imps...and still no coffee.



Thus does my story end, with a moral nugget lodged deep within the bosom of these sentences.



Do read the label carefully, coffee is a commodity far to precious to waste...
Killer Loki Doll

Report | 05/28/2008 7:19 pm

Killer Loki Doll

Munchiespwn all. I'm Alex
Killer Loki Doll

Report | 05/28/2008 6:17 pm

Killer Loki Doll

Red BUlls are awesome...i maean come one...they give you wings. lol
Killer Loki Doll

Report | 05/28/2008 6:11 pm

Killer Loki Doll

Ello
Squiggz

Report | 05/24/2008 9:23 am

Squiggz



You're from Hazlehurst..

Do I know you IRL? D:
Squiggz

Report | 05/24/2008 8:17 am

Squiggz

Ah, no offense, but that's probably not going to happen anytime soon.
george Pother

Report | 11/24/2007 10:15 am

george Pother

hi!
Lokis Dottir

Report | 11/23/2007 2:49 pm

Lokis Dottir

Interesting username why did You choose it?