Here's A Story Arguing Helped Me Write

Here's A Story Arguing Helped Me Write

Once upon a time in a huge metropolis called Danville, Va. there lived a young 92 year-old girl named Harry. People called her that because she shaved her head each winter when it got chilly so her head would stay warm. Her job in the spring and summer months was to sell snow gloves, sleds, leather boots and snow shovels. When the weather got colder she would sell bathing suits, pool supplies, kites and boating supplies. Her main attraction was to get the children to come visit her store since nobody was allowed under 12 years-old. Their parents would wait for them outside and played kickball, rugby, hopscotch and jacks while they waited. Which ever parent could leave the store with the most stolen items would get a raise in their allowance and was allowed to stay up later at night time. Then the children would do all the house-work and if they were under 6 years-old, would take care of all the yard-work and things that required driving while the rest would do errands like shopping and buying cars if they were under 14 years-old. That's really needed since you lose a lot of face asking a girl if you can peddle over and pick her up, although everything in that huge city was walking-distance, it took an hour to get places.

Because all the crooks and murderers ran that huge town, it was a really terrific place to live, although some people who came to visit there would end up laughing at all the thieves and murderers they saw on the streets. Every police officer was incarcerated in the hoosegow. When the villains responded to any kind of rapes, murders, riots, and armed robberies they'd pay those who'd committed the crimes and told them to keep up the good work. That's a great way to keep the population explosion to a minimum.

The only place to go for a vacation nearby was Virginia Beech since it is the greatest beech on the west coast. The sharks made swimming and body-surfing some of the most fun activities not just only three, but in the entire country. Yet it wasn't quite as much fun as swimming down south on their beaches because they have sharks and puranas which made it a lot more fun to swim there. Many people who went swimming would lose up to 20 pounds in a few minutes. That was because of all the animals who bit off limbs. The best way to be sure nobody loses any limbs is to not cut them off of the trees that were near by. In California they have nude beaches where you must dress in long bluejeans and insolated coats. Just beware of each elephant and rinocerous. You also must be on the lookout for all the octopie, which is the plural of octopus so the plural of pus must be pie, and that r square, even though each pie I've seen are round.

Then a lady named Fred came to check out some of the , "tails" she had heard a-"head" of those from people about that beach since she had been working so hard on her vacation that were believable which took place on the sands of wagging dogs when they would deliver their kittens. It was cool watching them push their babies out of the nests to teach them to fly. All the other, "flies" in that huge metropolis could be located in dumps and open trash cans in addition to what was on, "pants," because that's what a dog does. The lovely aroma from both the dump and the nearby DuPont Plant was Heavenly so so the local people didn't have to, "plant" fregrent flowers since they, "rose" anyway. It gave off quite a cent, but if you were trying to earn some dollars, the best thing to do was just go to the dump and DuPont factory. They would emit some really awesome cents that were classified as sheer, "nose-candy," only it was true if it was from the nose of a skunk who believes that he, "nose" what smelling good is all about.

They would have fought all night if he'd been wearing his armor around his girlfriend on their date if they were satisfied with no prunes on those hot, "dates." That would be really, "cool."

Their parents were under 12 years-old so they couldn't drive them to the farm to see the cows performing in the, "Moooo-vies." They though that was a lot of, "bull." Yet instead of popcorn, they would just eat their faoddors. They wouldn't bug their mudders even if they had to, "fly" all the way to Neptune since that's the furthest planet from our sun. That's really sad because all daughters are a lot sweeter then they are, even though that's the hottest place in the Milky Way, although we don't know how much the milk would weigh unless we could put it on a scale, but that would mean they'd have to learn how many pounds those things are, but even if somebody, "pounds" it, people would probably be more interested in meters. No matter how many times the astronauts, "meet 'er," it would still be hard to find the, "weigh" we couldn't know how heavy that thing is which means we'll have to, "weight" until somebody can tell us that information, but we do know it is made of green cheese so it would be grammatically correct to say, "cheese you, moon!" Personally, I'm more interested in studying Mars, yet it's the acronym for medical administration records, so it looks like the only, "Son" I'll ever get close to is the One Who reins in Glory. Still, I'd rather have, "sun" than rain in spite of knowing my God, "rains," which is what's pulled back on a horse to make it stop. If you don't want be, "horse," gargle with, "Scope" because that's also a great way to see things far away such as those planets mentioned above. Just keep in mind, to have a really fun-filled vacation you'll have to, "plan-it" well in advance. Of course, I don't want to argue because it would put me way off, "course" like sand-paper which wouldn't be, "fine" with me, especially if I have to pay one for something overdue.

Now, I don't want to argue with the author of this document. I have a good reason not to do that which is that the author is me. I've heard it's bad to argue with yourself while you're making some type of decision. That is the reason I, "type" this document be-cause it's my, "type" of homonym, or some people might call it a homophone. I'd love to hear my, "homo-'phone' " ring, although I'd really love to have someone put a, "ring" on my finger even more so like a mule to a plow, I would consider myself as, "hitched."

Since Easter Sunday happens to fall on Thursday this year, it will make me want to just, "spring" right into a water, "fall" so hopefully I'll win a Readsey writing contest so hopefully the stories I, "right" won't get, "left" in my brain when it leaks out of my ears. Actually, I really did suffer a horrible tragic, life-changing t. b. i. which stands for traumatic brain injury. Since then my life has been filled with pain, frustration and utter embarrassment, mostly pain. I just work 4 hours a week at minimum wage so if there's one thing I've got a lot of it's, "no-money." I'm, "broke" and need somebody to fix me. I am so poor that I cannot even pay attention, although I'd really love to afford to, "pour" some wine for the few people who come to my abode and take me to do some of my errands in town. Yet unlike the whole Atlantic Ocean, my life has no, "porpuss," and it's been that way since my accident back on February 24th of 1974. Now I'm legally-blind with severe memory problems. Because of that, I'm living on my Disability check which barely covers my food rent and some bills. I'd love to receive some letters in my box that don't have those little windows on them. The only people who write to me not counting junk-mail is my loyal pen-pal, "Bill." Occasionally my rich uncle will write to me whose named Sam. Because of that, I dread going to my mailbox, but I would rather have a, "female"-box. Still, most boxers are guys because I've never seen a, "female-box." Still, I believe, "boxing" should only be done by guys except at Christmas time which is the Season to rap gifts, or with somebody else have a, "wrap-session."

Yet it's time to begin the ending to this document because I'm the author and I've already, "authed" it enough so I just want you, the reader to be entertained so if you need a, "break," be sure it's not a bone, particularly your, "ulna" because it's connected to your cubital joint. However, I reckon it's about time to finish this document, but I do not want to have a, "wreck-in" my car since Henry Ford didn't plan on that happening when he invented the first horseless-carriage to help people get around easier by travel- ing, "Ankle-Express" which is the cheapest and safest way to get around unless you ride a bicycle. The only problem with that is you might end up being, "2-tired." So if you don't believe these lies are true then you can ask Stevie Wonder since he saw everything.

The end.

By, Cuz Roye.