One day, Andrew was walking in the sewers of sunnydale. when he ran into Angel, who had some hair gel he was using on his arm, andrew asked what the stork was doing there. then it almost bit his Boba Fett action figure. He defended it with his life, throwing ninja stars and other sharp, pointy objects. once he managed to tap-dance to the bolivian polka, he decided angel's hair might be flammable. He then poured cold water on angel, who promptly hit him with a floppy, radioactively yummy tuna. The tuna stole his soul, but he got it back by bartering Buffy's favourite pink, fuzzy, demon-killing slippers to Captain Jack Sparrow, who was selling pirate mascara for men in many different shades and amounts of glitteryness. andrew then nanced away happily, bearing the glittery mascara spread on his chin. He tripped over a golgotha demon, who was trying to shave his head with several wet hamsters that never remembered to tie their shoes to the large ceiling fan or make cheesecake eggplant sandwhiches.
(this is an on-going story, so i'll update it every day or two...)
 czandra · Wed Dec 22, 2004 @ 08:06pm · 10 Comments |
