If you can't laugh at the mistakes of others... you need to be a bit less nice
So, I just found this saved on my computer. My little brother was trying to write an article for the newpaper of some club our parent's are in, but he sucks at typing so he asked me to type what he said. (Anyone else would have said "dictate" but he doesn't know what that means)
So, here's the "awesome version" of the article [as opposed to edited].
The words in parentheses are things I said that need to be seen to make (at least a little bit of) sense:
This summer I went to Indiana with my grandparents for the National HET meet. The ride itself was very fun, we saw lots of Amish people and lots of corn fields (A-baah! CORN!) and thisle seeds ah! no!. *sings* Not the thistle seeds, not the thistle seeds*singing ceases* THe ride was also quite intense, we battled monkey ninja to obtain the crown of the Great Demon Lord Mozoroploumous.
On the way we stopped off at Kenny and Marsha Holmes’s house in Buffalo, New York.
We stayed there for two days and then followed them to Indiana and behind us followed... what's his name? They called him Bo-diddly, Umm… I can’t no no no nononononono stop stop lololololololol lmao rothlmao lolololololol lmaos. Stop typing that. *pant, pant* Okay...
and then followed them to Indiana where we stayed for a week and had lots of fun. After the meet was over, we put our 1935 Hudson convertible in the trailer and went all the way back to Massachusetts. On the ride home, we passed the 11th presidents house, NOT the lair of the great Demon Lord Mezoropoloumous.
We drove down of a lot of long, straight roads (as opposed to long, gay roads?) No not that kind of straight you dingbat! Anyway... Hey! Why are you typing all that?! (You told me to write what you said.) Yeah, but not all of that! (*shrug*) *sigh* Erase all that. Okay, where was I? Umm... oh yeah! We got back to Massachusetts and (This is boring. Have someone else do it for you. *walks aw
So, I just found this saved on my computer. My little brother was trying to write an article for the newpaper of some club our parent's are in, but he sucks at typing so he asked me to type what he said. (Anyone else would have said "dictate" but he doesn't know what that means)
So, here's the "awesome version" of the article [as opposed to edited].
The words in parentheses are things I said that need to be seen to make (at least a little bit of) sense:
This summer I went to Indiana with my grandparents for the National HET meet. The ride itself was very fun, we saw lots of Amish people and lots of corn fields (A-baah! CORN!) and thisle seeds ah! no!. *sings* Not the thistle seeds, not the thistle seeds*singing ceases* THe ride was also quite intense, we battled monkey ninja to obtain the crown of the Great Demon Lord Mozoroploumous.
On the way we stopped off at Kenny and Marsha Holmes’s house in Buffalo, New York.
We stayed there for two days and then followed them to Indiana and behind us followed... what's his name? They called him Bo-diddly, Umm… I can’t no no no nononononono stop stop lololololololol lmao rothlmao lolololololol lmaos. Stop typing that. *pant, pant* Okay...
and then followed them to Indiana where we stayed for a week and had lots of fun. After the meet was over, we put our 1935 Hudson convertible in the trailer and went all the way back to Massachusetts. On the ride home, we passed the 11th presidents house, NOT the lair of the great Demon Lord Mezoropoloumous.
We drove down of a lot of long, straight roads (as opposed to long, gay roads?) No not that kind of straight you dingbat! Anyway... Hey! Why are you typing all that?! (You told me to write what you said.) Yeah, but not all of that! (*shrug*) *sigh* Erase all that. Okay, where was I? Umm... oh yeah! We got back to Massachusetts and (This is boring. Have someone else do it for you. *walks aw
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