View Full Version : I'm bored. Let's make a story....
02-20-2001, 09:13 AM
Ok, lately(and no offense), alot of the posts here SUCK! I'm serious! They are boring. And it's some of your guyses fault! So I think I have the cure. It's the story post, where I post something, then you take it in another twisted form of your imagination and go off with it, until you finish and let somebody else get their turn...
You say to me, "But Headphones, that's been done before, and each time they do it again, it gets less posts than the previous one......". But I tell you you're wrong this time! Because I have taken that into consideration!
So, I made a plan. We give this little story a little "theme". That's right, a theme! Ok, what is my little theme?
Raise your hands if you've seen Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas! I'm sure most of you have. So, we're gonna make the sequel! Same characters, Johnny Depp as the bald guy, Del Toro as the fat lawyer. Same red car, same trunk full of drugs, yet, as the movie ended, after a refreshing slice of pie from some "backdoor bride" waitress, we see the big red shark drive down the highway to the sounds of the Stones "Jumpin' Jack Flash", and the credits.....
Why don't we begin where this sequence left off? But, rules are, keep the theme! You can introduce any other character, living person, yourself, or your own multiple personalities, but you must keep the main characters in the story in some way, shape or form! Oh yeah, make things interesting and every once in awhile have them ingest, shoot, smoke or pop more drugs...Oh yeah, and I want you to describe in GREAT detail their visuals. Describe what interesting things they see and how they react to it.......
Okay! Let's begin.....
02-20-2001, 09:23 AM
"As we drove down the highway, our 8-track busted, and my Rolling Stones tape had melted. I threw it in the middle of the road and a bat caught it...."
(Their rolling stones song ended in a satan-talking-backwards poof, and he got annoyed and threw the tape, while he tried to cool himself with a damp towell, draked in sweat, in the dry nevada heat)
"My lawyer, suggested we go check out the Dead, playing in Lake Tahoe, and we had nothing better to do...Having recently been fired from the newspaper, for what they described, being very poor, and indecipharable jamble about last week motorcross race, and the D.A. police seminar we had previously attended..."
(You see the car driving past as sign that says "Lake Tahoe 110 miles"
"....being unemployed didn't seem so bad, even if the money was low, we had enough pharmasuticals to jump start the love generation, and keep the kids doped up for decades, and make a nice profit to do it all over again....."
(His lawyer smokes opium from a long stemmed cigarette, and passes it to the good doctor)
"....choosing to begin the afternoon, with opium and mescaline, we were still being pursued by bats, that were angry with us for giving them a melted 8-track of the Stones...."
(They try to hit invisible bats again)....
02-20-2001, 12:42 PM
we saw some young punk on the side of the road, wearing crazy colorful beads and really large pants....he had on a dust mask, probably to keep this dusty desert out of his mouth, the poor fool. his hand was out, "a hitchhicker" i thought, "lets pick him up! so we stopped to the side of the road.....
02-20-2001, 12:52 PM
aaron - if you used the search engine, you would have found that this is a re-hash of the shit-talking thread.
02-20-2001, 02:05 PM
No it is not! It's my idea! Mine! Now, on with the story....
02-20-2001, 02:18 PM
"...as we pulled over, to offer him a lift, he started to turn into, a native american cross dresser! His costume becoming more elaborate the closer he got..."
(just a regular ol' native american wearing only a cowboy hat and jeans and t-shirt approached the car)
"...No doubt about it, the mescaline, was giving us it's peak...time to see if he had any peyote, in this desert....He was a odd fellow, and we made him nervous, just as much as we did him, but to break the ice, we offered him some cold beers from the back. He declined our fire water...."
(The indian shrugs and goes "Not for me man, alcohol is the poison of our reservation....I only do what's natural.."(pulls out a doobie))
None of us remembered much, when nightime hit. To us, the joint was filled with peyote, because, we saw the most incredible visuals...No way could that have been grass....And somehow, we had made it all the way to Lake Tahoe...our tribal friend had grown tired of our company, and flew off the car into the darkness....."
(the indian got sleepy from his joint and fell off of the car, but in a pile of sand, so he was ok, but just p'od at his driving companions)
"My lawyer had seen a crew of caravan busses, so we knew, the band must be close....We only had $10 to our name, and a pile of bills from our stay in Vegas, so we needed to act fast.....We slowly approached them, and asked if they were interested in what we had...."
(They stumble and trip, and crawl their way to the parked hippie vans and bugs)
02-20-2001, 04:20 PM
as we climbed the hill towards the first bus we smelled the fammiliar odor of...yes that was the definite odor of gas? what ...we cam closer to see a dredlocked blonde man about 40 or so standign above a gas canister filling it with gas, wich was than handed to a top les women who than poured it into a smaller container , who than handed it off to a young girl who i woudl say was about 20-21 who than poured it into the van. This went on for a good hour or so untill they noticed us and smiled at us as they continued to pour into the containers and than the bus. my lawyer instructed me to keep moving to the next bus where we coudl see there was more life in the eye so f the patrons than at the previous bus...
"I hate to sound jaded, buuut that was a lot of phun!"...quote from ME on the way home from Resolution! RAWR!!!
You have nothing to lose and everything to gain...So be your self express your self and live your life to the fullest...dance breathe live love listen and feel life for what it is worth. Be respectfull be kind be not judgemental do not mock. Do not hate one for there choice or who they are ,we are but humans we are all capable of makeing mistakes and we do...but if we can all do one thing and do it right that is to live life to the fullest! Enjoy dance and music and enjoy what we do...dance to forget dance to live or dance to dance, dance to be free dance to forget or dance to remember but most of all be your self...
ohh yeah i wrote this too if you are wondering
AIM : LUNCHB0X
02-20-2001, 04:27 PM
so we got on the bus, only to discover that the bus was no bus at all! in fact it was a high tech crime fighting robot from Galactar the Master Galaxy. oh no!
anyways, we decided that there was no way we could possibly function in this environment without smoking a fat doobie first to clear our minds.
our plan backfired and the doobie...
"Sure baby, I love you like I love fresca!"
[This message has been edited by angelstar_68 (edited 02-20-2001).]
02-20-2001, 09:39 PM
"..was packed with dry mexican skank weed. What was susposed to be a straight, run of the mill drug deal to make us some extra cash, had turned into something like a bad acid trip...."
(Hippie working on his van with an assortment of tools goes "Dude, can you pass me the wrench?, but in THEIR fucked up crazy world, they see the Galactar guy, screaming in a monotone robotic voice, when in reality, it's just a hippie mechanic)
"...My Lawyer, did not like the looks of these hippies, so, we did what we had to do, sold everything except the car, but got an assortment of blown pipes, tie die shirts with the Dead logos splattered all over them, and a assortment of fresh baked cookies, vegetarian dishes, and a measley $157 bucks, but that'd give us enough merchandise to set up a stand when the Dead played their show the next day..."
(Basicly, what was just said, hippies got all their drugs, but traded a bunch of stuff to them, and perhaps ripped them off, perhaps not, considering where you could make back your money, if one is wise enough to take charge of the situation)
"....We realized, we hadn't had any sleep, since our last night in Vegas, and it's not that we hadn't tried, but mescaline visuals, and scary shit followed us wherever we went....We didn't know what to do, so we followed some naked girls to a motel....They knew what to do in this situation...."
(They followed some hookers in some cheap motel, where they got knocked cold by a bottle of ketchup & a bottle of Jack Daniels, the hookers quickly robbed them of not only all their bartered trade, but their car!! Things don't look very good right now....)
"When we awoke, we had figured out, not only had we missed the Dead show, but we were in Lake Tahoe, without our car, no cash, and to make things worse, we were sober.....I was covered in 3 day old dried ketchup, while my lawyer smelled of whiskey and urine...."
(They look up, and notice one looks and smells shittier than the other)
"...This situation had me worried, all my posesions are gone, and if we didn't think of something fast, we'd have to get real jobs...."
(He imagines what life would be like if he got stuck in Lake Tahoe, being a hotel manager, knowing full well if he didn't get his ass back on some drugs, this would be his fate, while his lawyer would be a bell boy)
"So it was decided, after a quick shower, and a change of clothes...."
02-20-2001, 11:13 PM
...that it was time to smoke another doobie. ohhh, the wonders of a good joint. but was it good? guess we'll have to smoke and see...
02-20-2001, 11:26 PM
And we began the ritual of the puff. Inhale. Inhale. Pass to the left. Cough up a lung, then smile at each other through the billowy, happy clouds that we created.
As my compadre took a puff, I began to notice that somehow, my left leg was no longer attached to my body. I began to get these sweats, and
DEAR LORD! The bats again!! They circled above us, the smoke slowing eating away at reality, and into these venomous creatures that were hell-bent on making our brains ooze and our spines crawl.
I know these shakes.
As i looked at my hand, pasty white, sweating, and uncontrollably shaking, I finally realized that what we were smoking was not a joint, but...
02-21-2001, 07:48 AM
"used bananna peels! My lawyer turned on the radio, and Donovan's "Mellow Yellow" was on. How ironic....I hadn't had to smoke this shit since 65, when, money bought me better drugs. Now, dry bananna peels were all we had to smoke. Now that we had run out, we needed to not only escape from the bats, but we had to score some desert Peyote, though we knew not where to score some...."
(Basicly, what was said, they're laying on the floor, listening to the radio, trying to think of how they can get fucked up on little or no money)
"So just then, the hotel people had grown tired of us staying in their lodging, and my lawyer did his best to negotiate our method of payment, for the 3 1/2 days we had been resting. We had owed a considerable sum, and had no means to pay for it...."
(Hotel manager screams at them in chinese, demanding they pay what they owe, yet his lawyer just mumbled his best translation of "We'll be back, just as soon as we think of something". He does this while dodging invisible bats)
"....I did not like the situation we had found ourselves in. If we still had our bright red shark, we'd have freedom, and we could go anywhere we wished. But now, we can only go as far as our thumbs can take us...."
(They do their best to hitchike, even though, it's 2am and nobody is on the road at this point in time)
"...we had walked about 4, maybe 5 miles around Lake Tahoe, but not a soul was on the road, offering us a lift. All me and my lawyer did was argue who'se fault it was...But just then, we smelled chemicals....We had found a abandoned meth cookery down a trail that went upstream. We looked around, and found a huge bag of pure crystal, and a glass pipe and some bic lighters....We had felt, the trouble had been worth it, and now, instead of arguing, we did the next best thing....Got high....."
(They find a meth lab, that belongs to members of Hell's Angels, who as it so happens, just happen to be at their favorite local watering hole, and who will be due back any minute now....)
".....The stuff was the purest we'd ever smoked, and we had felt time itself speed up like a clock gone haywire. But trouble had came as well, we heard motorcycles approaching...It seems this lab was not abandoned afterall, and we must escape, with the drugs, and a means of transportation if possible....But how?"
(The 20-30 bikers are all approaching on their Harley Hogs, reving up motors, shooting guns in the air, screaming, yelling, having alot of fun, and are more fucked up then even THEY are!)
"My lawyer had found a backdoor, and suggested we used it....We waited for two of them to park their bikes, and let them get inside. We knew time was running out, when they find all their drugs gone, they'd be looking for trouble....The question is, who was in more trouble? Us or them? When we heard all the voices inside, we ran for the nearest bike, revved them up, and we made our escape down the dusty road.......Not too suprisingly, they followed in pursuit......"
(Bikers finally put 2 + 2 together and followed them, while they did their very best to ride Harleys and not let the visuals of invisible bats cause them to crash.....)
02-21-2001, 08:00 AM
Sorry i think this is a waste of board space.... I think you guys should e-mail this story to each other if you want to continue this... i think this post should be closed.
02-21-2001, 09:12 AM
damn i thought this stry was neato at first...but then you completley changed my candy raver guy! images/smilies/frown.gif plus some of these posts are way to long to read, or maybe i just have an attention span of about 15 seconds..... :P
-*~Nuttin But Love~*-
02-21-2001, 09:54 PM
th ebus driver yelled, "what am i doing? how could i think of missing this concert! god why is this happening to me! i cant quit cold turkey! i need the cheese and syrpuy sweet awful lyrics! ahhhh!"
he turned the bus around adn i became filled with an impending sense of doom that is known as backstreet boys and nsync live in concert.
i had to think fast...
"Sure baby, I love you like I love fresca!"
Abe in Exile
02-21-2001, 11:02 PM
"...we roared down the desert highway going farther and farther away. Then all of a sudden clouds began to close in over the sky. Within a few minutes the desert was as dark as night. I looked around my back - the bikers were still there chasing us. I watched the needle sway back and forth between 120 and 130. I wondered how we were going to outrun them.
Suddenly a beam of light flashed forth from the sky. I looked around and saw the bikers being raised into what looked like a giant triangle-shaped wedge of metal that looked like swiss cheese. "Thank God for secret military testing programs" I thought. All of a sudden a bright blue wall appeared right in front of me. I jammed on my brakes but I couldn't stop in time. The motorcycle flipped forward and I flew over the handlebars heading right for the wall. My life flashed before my eyes as the blue mass drew closer and closer...and then, in an instant, it was gone.
I had gone straight through the wall and was now in what seemed to be a completely different place. I was still falling through the air, but it looked like I was over a city. I was falling through fog, though, so I couldn't really see. "How did I get so high up?," I thought. As the ground drew closer I could make out several bridges and what looked like throngs of people. The ground continued to get big very fast. I could make out more now, what appeared to be some sort of large building next to some train tracks. The people were congregating around it.
Now I could see clearly. The people were all waiting in line to get into the stadium. I watched as strange-looking red and white trains dropped more people off. They all looked like little kids - 11-13 years old. I flew towards the ground, bracing for impact. I thought I was going to die. The crowd got closer and closer. All of a sudden I hit: THUD! I couldn't breathe. The wind must have gotten knocked out of me. As I regained my breath, I looked around. I had fallen on about 20 little kids and had been saved by falling on them. They all appeared to be dead. I looked up and saw a large sign. It said "TONIGHT ONLY AT THE ROSE GARDEN: BACKSTREET BOYS AND NSYNC TOGETHER IN CONCERT." A little 11-year old girl offered me a joint, so I took it and walked over to the red and white train that was stopped nearby. I got on and began to ride across a large black bridge when all of a sudden..."
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