Let's try getting it said in story form...

Let's try getting it said in story form...



SHORT STORY TITLE:


"2010 Red Hot Pawn Community Tell All"


Once upon a difficult time in the world, both dark and delightful, demanding and dreary, things few realized much less understood were happening behind the usual curtains of the daily scene. Strangely, some individual members were making progress with a softer crafting of their old symbols of resistance and rebellion; some dealing with their private disappointments frontally; some getting over unique biographical road bumps and/or past a few of the harsh reality hump obstacles in their present lives.



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Next paragraph, short or long, belongs to you.

Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
[b]Let's try getting it said in story form...



SHORT STORY TITLE:


"2010 Red Hot Pawn Community Tell All"


Once upon a difficult time in the world, both dark and delightful, demanding and dreary, things few realized much less understood were happening behind the usual curtains of the daily scene. Strangely, some individual membe ...[text shortened]... sent lives.



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Next paragraph, short or long, belongs to you.[/b]

Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
[b]Let's try getting it said in story form...



SHORT STORY TITLE:


"2010 Red Hot Pawn Community Tell All"


Once upon a difficult time in the world, both dark and delightful, demanding and dreary, things few realized much less understood were happening behind the usual curtains of the daily scene. Strangely, some individual membe ...[text shortened]... nt lives.



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Next paragraph, short or long, belongs to you.[/b]

Originally posted by HandyAndy
"Summon the Royal Interpreter," the King commanded. "We don't understand one word of this tortuous drivel."

An inchoate longing stirred in the hearts of some idealistic posters who felt the forum had devolved into an arena of endless backbiting and recrimination, sucking up, gay bashing, forum mod outing, rec whoring and sneering anti-sub troglodytes. They often wondered if it had always been this way. Perhaps in the dim recesses of time, before the first troll laid lustful eyes on it, the General Forum was actually a place of peace and harmony and understanding. However briefly. So these sensitive souls decided to form a secret society, vowing to somehow, someway raise the golden heart of the forum from the stinking swamp of banality where it had lain for what seemed like centuries…

.... and they all lived happily ever after! The end.

The worthy men of hem shul first be served;
And certeinly he hath it well disserved.
He hath to-day taught us so muche good
With prechyng in the pulpit the he stood,
That I may vouche sauf, I sey for me,
He hadde the firste smel of fartes thre;
And so wolde al his covent hardily,
He bereth hym so faire and hoolily.
GC.

*trumpets*
Make way for the Royal Interpreter!!!


*clears throat*

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.


Now!!!
about yer business, peasants!!!

tha royalpaininthaass

Originally posted by Daemon Sin
.... and they all lived happily ever after! The end.

Originally posted by hopscotch

Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
Then somebody way, way up in the cheap seat nosebleed section of the Red Hot Pawn Arena, who hadn't spoken in a very long while, stood almost up to bellow, "Where the heck are Very Rusty, Blackamp, Freaky, Trev00 and Ice Cold today?"

Originally posted by Blackamp
speaking for myself only, i've just got back from half-an-hour's solid barfing after reading through your daily dose of nauseating swill. if this story has a happy ending, it would involve your typing finger being run over by a steamroller, just before you wander into the swamp and sink into the cesspool composed of all the crap you've posted over the years, never to be seen or heard from again.

Once upon a time Very Rusty implied he didn't think and tomtom, with a wink, said "Thats the problem rusty, when it comes to thinking you really stink."

Originally posted by Blackamp
speaking for myself only, i've just got back from half-an-hour's solid barfing after reading through your daily dose of nauseating swill. if this story has a happy ending, it would involve your typing finger being run over by a steamroller, just before you wander into the swamp and sink into the cesspool composed of all the crap you've posted over the years, never to be seen or heard from again.

Originally posted by divegeester
That must be the tension cue for an advert break...