Showing posts with label Paramore. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paramore. Show all posts

Friday, June 01, 2012

One Less Lonely Gurl: Chapter 14

Seanut Brittle!
[Jimmy's Note: Right next to Chapter 28, this has got to be the most awesome chapter in this fanfic. And hey, I'm halfway there! 14 more chapters to go!]

I saw this car accidentally run into a delivery truck filled with seanut brittle gag toys.
(BLAM!) 
The good thing though is that no one was injured in the accident, but this scene was just downright hilarious.
(The author's notes, though very offensive to some people, are actually more hilarious, come to think of it.) 
I helped them out with cleaning up the scene, and Patrick was there. Yes, that guy with pink hair who never wears a shirt and just walks around in green board shorts with purple flowers on them. 

(Not to mention he does have one heck of a belly. Now, imagine that in human form.)
He was opening up the remaining intact jars of seanut brittle gag toys, only for him to realize over and over again that he is not getting any seanut brittle from those jars but instead, purple springs will just keep coming out of the jars and leave them empty.

(Pranks a Lot!)

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

One Less Lonely Gurl: Chapter 9

See?
As soon as we got to the Justin Bieber concert, the entire stadium was already filled and the technical crew are setting up the props for the show. Pearl, the tall, blonde girl with gray eyes


(Pearl's eyes are actually blue.)


who is wearing a pink dress, called us over.

I was so excited because we were so close to the stage.


(I felt the same way about that A7x concert. I was also so close to the stage. Well, not until the awesome mosh pit pushed me there!)


Ever since I've heard of Justin Bieber, I have always dreamt about him every night and even just to meet him.


(This is actually a reference to the fact that some fans can get obsessed with any celebrity to the point that their lives revolve around said celebrity.)


Maybe that is the emptiness I still am feeling despite the fact that I have done a lot of things at the tender age of eighteen and survived a horrible past in such a short time that seemed to me like a million years.