ok. sorry. really really sorry. i know i havent updated. even if i did its complete nonsense. hehe. but since im so good (and completely bored), i shall post up something i thought was funny (and completely annoying as well)...

Narrator - Once upon a time, there lived a left shoe. Say hi.
L. Shoe: Hi!
Narrator - There also lived a right shoe. Say hi.
R. Shoe: Hello.
Narrator - No, no. Say hi, you dum dum.
R. Shoe: Hi, you dum dum.
Narrator - No! Don't repeat after me. Just say hi, you blumbering fool of a shoe.
R. Shoe: Hi, you blumbering fool of a shoe.
Narrator - Gah! Nevermind.
R. Shoe: Never mind what?
Narrator - Nothing!
R. Shoe: Never mind nothing? Does that mean we should mind everything?
Narrator - No, NO! Just forget it.
R. Shoe: But i didn't remember anything.
Narrator - Oh, for heaven's sake. Moving on, let me introduce Joyce. Say hi, Joyce.
Joyce: Hi, Joyce. Wait, that's me! Why am i saying hi to myself?
Narrator - Cause you're an idiot.
Joyce: No, i'm not 'Anidiot'. I'm Joyce.
Narrator - I didn't say you're 'Anidiot'. I said you're an idiot.
Joyce: I'm not 'Anidiot'! Can you stop repeating yourself? My name is JOYCE!
Narrator - *sarcastically* can you say that louder? i don't think George Bush heard it.
Joyce: MY NAME IS JOYCE!
Narrator - *sigh*. Can we move on?
L. Shoe: Move where?
Narrator - HOSPITAL BAHAGIA
R. Shoe: What for?
Narrator - Cause i have an insane tendency to dance around half-naked with the jolly occupants of the hospital. *rolls eyes*
Joyce: Oh my gosh. You're weird.
Narrator - And you're weirder.
L. Shoe: No, really what are we going there for?
Narrator - Cause i left something there.
L. Shoe: What is it?
Narrator - Your brains.
L. Shoe: My BRAINS???
Narrator - Yeah. i sucked it out and left it because i felt like it.
L. Shoe: You sucked out my BRAINS??? *cries!*
Narrator - Yeah i did. Got a problem with that?
L. Shoe: *thinks* Nope.
Narrator - Good.
R. Shoe: So why do you need to go back there?
Narrator - So i can get the brains back.
R. Shoe: Are mine there as well?
Narrator - Yeah. We can pick it up on the way. But we'll need micro-pincers. It's kinda hard to see the speck of dust.
R. Shoe: Alrighty!
Narrator -Not alrighty. Just alright.
Joyce: What's all right? Are there any wrongs?
Narrator - No NO NO. Don't bother.
Joyce: About what?
Narrator - Anything. Just shut up and let me tell the story. Ok, my dear readers. Now begins the real story, which stars the too famous Cinderella -
Joyce: Yay, yay! i love that story.
Narrator - shut up.
Joyce: But i didn't open anything.
Narrator - Just HOLD YOUR TONGUE.
Joyce: *muffled* bud i cand dalk totterly if i dold my dongue!
Narrator - wow. you figured it out. You're so clever! *sarcastically*
Joyce: Really? Why, thank you! You're so kind!
Narrator - *mumbles* No, i'm not 'Sokind'. I'm Narrator.

THE END