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Name: psycho4hobbeschick Posted: Sat, Jun 19, 2010 - 01:26:21
Subject:
Blog Post: #1375
wass up emily?boy, am i glad im not the only girl on here!
Name: emily Posted: Fri, Jun 18, 2010 - 21:55:01
Subject: hello
Blog Post: #1374
Hey! Waz up?:laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh:
Name: psycho4hobbeschick Posted: Fri, Jun 18, 2010 - 21:41:40
Subject: wassss upppp??????????????????????????????????
Blog Post: #1373
unfortionetly
Name: brother of p4hc Posted: Fri, Jun 18, 2010 - 21:40:16
Subject: wwwwaaaassss uuuuppppp!!!!!!
Blog Post: #1372
wassss upppp?????????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!??????????????? yo peoples im psycho4hobbeschick's brother!
:laugh::laugh::laugh:
:laugh::laugh::laugh:
Name: psycho4hobbeschick Posted: Fri, Jun 18, 2010 - 21:33:49
Subject:
Blog Post: #1371
see? i told you! ha ha! oh and my brother wants to blog something
Name: TheMechWarrior Posted: Fri, Jun 18, 2010 - 18:18:54
Subject: Okay.
Blog Post: #1370
Quit it. You guys are breaking the page. Who cares who gets the longest blog? When I typed out everything I was thinking, I only offhandedly remarked to making the longest blog a few times. I went along with the war for a bit, but this is getting out of hand.
Name: psycho4hobbeschick Posted: Fri, Jun 18, 2010 - 18:13:14
Subject: mech warrior is a big fat stupid loser!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Blog Post: #1369
no i win you fat head
you can NOT beat ME!!!hahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!IN YOUR FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!LATER YOU DUMB LOSER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
:laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh:
you can NOT beat ME!!!hahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!IN YOUR FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!LATER YOU DUMB LOSER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
:laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh:
Name: jamesy 704 Posted: Fri, Jun 18, 2010 - 16:46:37
Subject: longest blog
Blog Post: #1368
im going to write the longest blog heh heh heh:laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,
Name: whatsit88 Posted: Fri, Jun 18, 2010 - 16:09:48
Subject: Spaceman Spiff
Blog Post: #1367
i luv spaceman spiff
Name: BlondDudes19851995 Posted: Fri, Jun 18, 2010 - 15:23:14
Subject:
Blog Post: #1366
The computer isnt puting all the blogs u0p
Name: Safari Spiff Posted: Fri, Jun 18, 2010 - 11:43:11
Subject: MAI turn to make a longest blog!
Blog Post: #1365
BTW, MechWarrior, I'm Brandon from DC&H.
:cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool:
:laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh:
AYE WIN!
:cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool::cool:
:laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh:
AYE WIN!
Name: TheMechWarrior Posted: Fri, Jun 18, 2010 - 02:56:54
Subject: Longest blog
Blog Post: #1364
Okay, enough funny business. I don't want to stretch the blog page too bad, so let's say that holding down Enter/Return doesn't count. Sorry about the stretch. :dead:
However, I'll copy and paste a fanfic I wrote. That is technically something I wrote, so it counts!
It had to happen.
Technology had finally caught up with Calvin.
"No! Not Rosalyn!" Calvin cried, as his parents made their way out the door. "I'll do anything, anything! I'll clean my room, I'll wash the dishes, I'll even cut the grass! Just don't let Rosalyn in!" He was practically sobbing at this point. All the claims he made, however, were hollow. He would never do any of those things.
"We told you all day yesterday that we were going to leave you with Rosalyn. You should have said something earlier." Calvin's mom told him, ignoring his pleas. Rosalyn, however, heard them and requested an additional two dollars up front. Calvin's dad grudgingly complied.
Calvin's parents left, with no regrets, leaving Rosalyn and Calvin alone. Calvin knew what he had to do: fill up his squirt gun. But when he reached down his pocket and felt nothing, he remembered that he had left it outside after he last shot Susie. She could really run. However, all that mattered that he was trapped between a rock and a hard place: Rosalyn, or getting in trouble for avoiding her.
All he could do was stand there and plead. "Please, Rosalyn...just leave me alone this time, okay? Let me just watch TV and eat Oreos. Come on, can't I?" Rosalyn merely smiled, and Calvin's heart skipped a beat.
"Today we're going to try something different." Rosalyn told Calvin. She pulled out from a box she had brought a thin, white box-shaped thing. She began hooking it up with various wires and cords to the TV.
Calvin, spooked out of his mind, fled to his room. "Hobbes! Hobbes!" he shouted. Hobbes looked up from his comic book, hiding a marker. "Hobbes! Rosalyn is wiring some sort of instrument of torture! We've gotta get out of here!"
Hobbes, in a flash, grabbed a plunger gun and handed it to Calvin, while he put on his helmet. "All right, let's do this!" Hobbes said, a bit too loudly, to Calvin. Calvin shushed him and they shimmied down the stairway walls.
"Calvin?" Rosalyn yelled. "Calvin, come down here! I have something to show you!" Calvin pounced from his hiding place and pointed his plunger gun directly at her. Hobbes bared his fangs. Rosalyn merely glared and soon switched to a calmer expression. "Calvin, look." She turned on the white object and he recoiled backwards.
Calvin writhed in pain for a few seconds before realizing he wasn't getting hurt at all. "Huh?" he said aloud, "What is that thing, anyway? Why is the TV acting that way?" Rosalyn silently handed him a thick white stick-like object with odd buttons on it and told him to point it at the screen. He did so and a hand appeared where he pointed. He moved the stick. The hand moved. Calvin was utterly fascinated.
Rosalyn told him that the white box was called a "Wii" and the stick was called a "Wii-mote". He quickly picked up how to play Wii Sports and was having fun with it for at least an hour, taking turns with Hobbes. Rosalyn, by this point, left to call her boyfriend.
But, of course, soon Calvin got bored with such games, and decided to see what other channels there were. He browsed through a few, but soon one caught his eye: the Internet Channel. Curious, he opened it. He had no idea what to do with it, so he found the on-screen keyboard and began to type "Calvin" into the search box.
"Hey!" Hobbes abruptly shouted. "Why can't I have my name in the box?" He backspaced "Calvin" and started to type "hobs" when Calvin stopped him and typed his own name again. They fought for a few minutes before agreeing to type in "Calvin and Hobbes". They hit the search button and were overwhelmed that they had found information about themselves! Once again fascinated, Calvin clicked a link to their Wikipedia article.
"We have a comic strip?" they both said in unison. "This is awesome!" Calvin exclaimed, and he read the article. Everything was eerily spot-on, besides a few statements that Calvin was a brat (which he denied). But then, a horrifying realization hit him.
"...It started just a few days after I turned six." he said, in a monotone. "Just a few days after. And...I've been six ever since...I'll never grow up...as long as the comic exists, I'll never grow up..." He broke down sobbing and ran up into his room.
Hobbes followed him up, but it was too late: the door was shut and locked. He heard Calvin's screaming rant from outside the door clearly, though. "I'm never going to drive a car, use a gun, vote, join the army, buy a plane, throw a grenade, or anything! I'm never going to get out of school, I'm going to have to put up with Susie forever!" He rambled for upwards of ten minutes, mostly repeating the same things. Rosalyn, soon into the rant, had run up and attempted to get into his room.
"Calvin! Come out here right this instant!" she yelled, concerned. Calvin just made an unintelligible shriek. Exchanges like this happened for about five minutes before Rosalyn gave up and called Calvin's parents.
By the time his parents had come home, Calvin was silently sobbing in fetal position. He heard bits and pieces of his frustrated dad chewing out Rosalyn.
"...blew the cover again!"
"I'm so sorry, I didn't know...didn't think he'd figure that part out..."
"...reason we haven't had...computers, cell phones..."
"It's not my fault!"
That was all he had paid attention to. But for days, he was locked in his room, refusing to go to school, and shrieking at anyone who attempted to talk to him. The revelation that his life would be an endless loop was too much for him to bear. After a few days, Hobbes burst into the room with tears in his eyes.
"...Calvin." he said, choking on his own breath. "I...I don't know how to tell you this, but I'm never going to see you again. For once, Calvin didn't scream. He just laid there, curled up and in silence. Another shocking revelation? This could possibly turn him insane.
But there was no time for that. Hobbes scooped up Calvin and began hugging him tightly, crying audibly. "I'm so sorry, Calvin...so sorry! I didn't want things to end like this..." Calvin was both confused and moved by this sudden embrace. Abruptly, he fell to the ground.
"Hey!" he yelled, but then saw that Hobbes had become slightly translucent.
"It's not my fault..." Hobbes quietly said. "I can't touch you anymore. I'll just go right through you." He demonstrated by placing his hand through Calvin's chest. Calvin was shocked and began crying again. Now his best friend was disappearing! Hobbes slowly became harder and harder to see, and flickered often.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...sorry..." Hobbes repeated, and his words became more garbled as the flickering increased. Calvin watched as his best friend faded into nothingness.
"No!" Calvin shouted, and began furiously grabbing at the pale orange light that was once Hobbes. "No, no, no! I want Hobbes back! Who...who did this?" Calvin refused to give up. Hobbes had to be there. He had to. He couldn't be gone, couldn't, couldn't, couldn't...but yet, he was.
When there was no more of Hobbes, Calvin sobbed loudly and made a dash around the house.
"Mom...Mom? Where are you, Mom?"
No answer.
"Dad...it's me, where are you?"
No answer.
He ran outside the house and called any name he knew.
"Susie? Susie? Moe? Rosalyn? Miss Wormwood? Anyone? Where is everybody?"
There was no answer. Calvin was completely and utterly alone. This would have been a great thing normally, but the torment of the past few days neutralized the happiness he would have felt. There was nobody to help him. Nobody to comfort him.
He kicked a rock. It disappeared with a fizz.
Calvin looked up. To his horror, the entire world was folding away. He screamed and ran away from the area disappearing, for fear that he would be destroyed too. It was inevitable, though, that it would catch up with him. Periodically, he would look to his left or right and see houses being dismantled. It wasn't too terrible at first, but soon enough things he had many fond memories of were just taken apart senselessly. It especially hit him hard when the forest he and Hobbes would always fool around in was destroyed.
Calvin would have shed a tear, but he had run out.
He frantically burst into his house, ran up the stairs, and fled into his room. But the dismantling was always there mere seconds after him. Now he was surrounded. There were two choices: jump in and be destroyed, or wait and be destroyed. It was a lose-lose situation.
Out of the two, he decided to jump in and end it all now. He decided it was welcome for him to die since he had gone through so much trauma. A strong wind blew against him and shards of reality dug into his skin, but Calvin didn't care in the slightest. It was time for him to die.
But then, to his surprise, he found himself not dead, but in some odd space station. It had transparent walls, in fact, the only solid-looking face was the floor. Next to him, he saw his entire world. It hadn't been destroyed, it was simply compressed to the size of a Rubik's Cube. A peculiar figure in a futuristic space suit held out its hand and the cube-world flew to it, as if magnetized. Rage seeped through Calvin's veins.
"YOU!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. "It was you who brought me misery! It's all your fault! I'm going to kill you!" He pounced upon the figure and wrestled, to no avail. The figure had him held tightly by the neck. It, seemingly routinely, opened a hatch and shoved Calvin down it, ignoring his cursings and protests. The hatch slammed shut as soon as it opened and Calvin was trapped in the void of space.
In space, Calvin attempted to scream as loud as he could. No sound escaped. Within seconds, the pressure took its toll on Calvin's frail body and caused him to implode. His remains were quickly compressed to the size of a speck of dust.
Back in the spaceship, the figure unpacked the contents of Calvin's world with the flick of a switch. While waiting for it to prepare, it pressed a button that caused a large tube to pull itself out of the floor. In the tube was a clone of Calvin, the exact same as the original pre-meltdown. It pressed another button which caused the unconscious clone to be released from the tube, and carried him into his room, as if this had happened many times before.
"No! Not Rosalyn!" Calvin cried, as his parents made their way out the door. "I'll do anything, anything! I'll clean my room, I'll wash the dishes, I'll even cut the grass! Just don't let Rosalyn in!"
"We told you all day yesterday that we were going to leave you with Rosalyn. You should have said something earlier." Calvin's mom told him. The entire series had to be re-recorded again, since Calvin ruined it the first time. Everyone except him retained full memories of what had previously happened. This was to make sure Rosalyn learned her lesson:
No technology is allowed. No exceptions.
The day proceeded as normal, except Hobbes could not shake the feeling of mixed gratefulness and loss away.
That night, Calvin had gotten grounded as usual, and couldn't sleep, also as usual. He decided to have a bit of a chat with Hobbes to pass the time.
"Hey, Hobbes. You were acting kinda weird today, how come?" Calvin inquired.
"Uh...n-nothing. Say, what do you think of waffles?" Hobbes responded, in an attempt to change the subject.
"Oh, yeah, I only like them with syrup. And sugar. And chocolate.
"Really? I usually just settle for syrup. Why sugar and chocolate?"
"Well, for instance..."
Their conversation continued, with no mention of the incident ever again.
He would never be able to know.
(Yes, I am aware that it is very weird. Sorry. It was late at night.)
However, I'll copy and paste a fanfic I wrote. That is technically something I wrote, so it counts!
It had to happen.
Technology had finally caught up with Calvin.
"No! Not Rosalyn!" Calvin cried, as his parents made their way out the door. "I'll do anything, anything! I'll clean my room, I'll wash the dishes, I'll even cut the grass! Just don't let Rosalyn in!" He was practically sobbing at this point. All the claims he made, however, were hollow. He would never do any of those things.
"We told you all day yesterday that we were going to leave you with Rosalyn. You should have said something earlier." Calvin's mom told him, ignoring his pleas. Rosalyn, however, heard them and requested an additional two dollars up front. Calvin's dad grudgingly complied.
Calvin's parents left, with no regrets, leaving Rosalyn and Calvin alone. Calvin knew what he had to do: fill up his squirt gun. But when he reached down his pocket and felt nothing, he remembered that he had left it outside after he last shot Susie. She could really run. However, all that mattered that he was trapped between a rock and a hard place: Rosalyn, or getting in trouble for avoiding her.
All he could do was stand there and plead. "Please, Rosalyn...just leave me alone this time, okay? Let me just watch TV and eat Oreos. Come on, can't I?" Rosalyn merely smiled, and Calvin's heart skipped a beat.
"Today we're going to try something different." Rosalyn told Calvin. She pulled out from a box she had brought a thin, white box-shaped thing. She began hooking it up with various wires and cords to the TV.
Calvin, spooked out of his mind, fled to his room. "Hobbes! Hobbes!" he shouted. Hobbes looked up from his comic book, hiding a marker. "Hobbes! Rosalyn is wiring some sort of instrument of torture! We've gotta get out of here!"
Hobbes, in a flash, grabbed a plunger gun and handed it to Calvin, while he put on his helmet. "All right, let's do this!" Hobbes said, a bit too loudly, to Calvin. Calvin shushed him and they shimmied down the stairway walls.
"Calvin?" Rosalyn yelled. "Calvin, come down here! I have something to show you!" Calvin pounced from his hiding place and pointed his plunger gun directly at her. Hobbes bared his fangs. Rosalyn merely glared and soon switched to a calmer expression. "Calvin, look." She turned on the white object and he recoiled backwards.
Calvin writhed in pain for a few seconds before realizing he wasn't getting hurt at all. "Huh?" he said aloud, "What is that thing, anyway? Why is the TV acting that way?" Rosalyn silently handed him a thick white stick-like object with odd buttons on it and told him to point it at the screen. He did so and a hand appeared where he pointed. He moved the stick. The hand moved. Calvin was utterly fascinated.
Rosalyn told him that the white box was called a "Wii" and the stick was called a "Wii-mote". He quickly picked up how to play Wii Sports and was having fun with it for at least an hour, taking turns with Hobbes. Rosalyn, by this point, left to call her boyfriend.
But, of course, soon Calvin got bored with such games, and decided to see what other channels there were. He browsed through a few, but soon one caught his eye: the Internet Channel. Curious, he opened it. He had no idea what to do with it, so he found the on-screen keyboard and began to type "Calvin" into the search box.
"Hey!" Hobbes abruptly shouted. "Why can't I have my name in the box?" He backspaced "Calvin" and started to type "hobs" when Calvin stopped him and typed his own name again. They fought for a few minutes before agreeing to type in "Calvin and Hobbes". They hit the search button and were overwhelmed that they had found information about themselves! Once again fascinated, Calvin clicked a link to their Wikipedia article.
"We have a comic strip?" they both said in unison. "This is awesome!" Calvin exclaimed, and he read the article. Everything was eerily spot-on, besides a few statements that Calvin was a brat (which he denied). But then, a horrifying realization hit him.
"...It started just a few days after I turned six." he said, in a monotone. "Just a few days after. And...I've been six ever since...I'll never grow up...as long as the comic exists, I'll never grow up..." He broke down sobbing and ran up into his room.
Hobbes followed him up, but it was too late: the door was shut and locked. He heard Calvin's screaming rant from outside the door clearly, though. "I'm never going to drive a car, use a gun, vote, join the army, buy a plane, throw a grenade, or anything! I'm never going to get out of school, I'm going to have to put up with Susie forever!" He rambled for upwards of ten minutes, mostly repeating the same things. Rosalyn, soon into the rant, had run up and attempted to get into his room.
"Calvin! Come out here right this instant!" she yelled, concerned. Calvin just made an unintelligible shriek. Exchanges like this happened for about five minutes before Rosalyn gave up and called Calvin's parents.
By the time his parents had come home, Calvin was silently sobbing in fetal position. He heard bits and pieces of his frustrated dad chewing out Rosalyn.
"...blew the cover again!"
"I'm so sorry, I didn't know...didn't think he'd figure that part out..."
"...reason we haven't had...computers, cell phones..."
"It's not my fault!"
That was all he had paid attention to. But for days, he was locked in his room, refusing to go to school, and shrieking at anyone who attempted to talk to him. The revelation that his life would be an endless loop was too much for him to bear. After a few days, Hobbes burst into the room with tears in his eyes.
"...Calvin." he said, choking on his own breath. "I...I don't know how to tell you this, but I'm never going to see you again. For once, Calvin didn't scream. He just laid there, curled up and in silence. Another shocking revelation? This could possibly turn him insane.
But there was no time for that. Hobbes scooped up Calvin and began hugging him tightly, crying audibly. "I'm so sorry, Calvin...so sorry! I didn't want things to end like this..." Calvin was both confused and moved by this sudden embrace. Abruptly, he fell to the ground.
"Hey!" he yelled, but then saw that Hobbes had become slightly translucent.
"It's not my fault..." Hobbes quietly said. "I can't touch you anymore. I'll just go right through you." He demonstrated by placing his hand through Calvin's chest. Calvin was shocked and began crying again. Now his best friend was disappearing! Hobbes slowly became harder and harder to see, and flickered often.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...sorry..." Hobbes repeated, and his words became more garbled as the flickering increased. Calvin watched as his best friend faded into nothingness.
"No!" Calvin shouted, and began furiously grabbing at the pale orange light that was once Hobbes. "No, no, no! I want Hobbes back! Who...who did this?" Calvin refused to give up. Hobbes had to be there. He had to. He couldn't be gone, couldn't, couldn't, couldn't...but yet, he was.
When there was no more of Hobbes, Calvin sobbed loudly and made a dash around the house.
"Mom...Mom? Where are you, Mom?"
No answer.
"Dad...it's me, where are you?"
No answer.
He ran outside the house and called any name he knew.
"Susie? Susie? Moe? Rosalyn? Miss Wormwood? Anyone? Where is everybody?"
There was no answer. Calvin was completely and utterly alone. This would have been a great thing normally, but the torment of the past few days neutralized the happiness he would have felt. There was nobody to help him. Nobody to comfort him.
He kicked a rock. It disappeared with a fizz.
Calvin looked up. To his horror, the entire world was folding away. He screamed and ran away from the area disappearing, for fear that he would be destroyed too. It was inevitable, though, that it would catch up with him. Periodically, he would look to his left or right and see houses being dismantled. It wasn't too terrible at first, but soon enough things he had many fond memories of were just taken apart senselessly. It especially hit him hard when the forest he and Hobbes would always fool around in was destroyed.
Calvin would have shed a tear, but he had run out.
He frantically burst into his house, ran up the stairs, and fled into his room. But the dismantling was always there mere seconds after him. Now he was surrounded. There were two choices: jump in and be destroyed, or wait and be destroyed. It was a lose-lose situation.
Out of the two, he decided to jump in and end it all now. He decided it was welcome for him to die since he had gone through so much trauma. A strong wind blew against him and shards of reality dug into his skin, but Calvin didn't care in the slightest. It was time for him to die.
But then, to his surprise, he found himself not dead, but in some odd space station. It had transparent walls, in fact, the only solid-looking face was the floor. Next to him, he saw his entire world. It hadn't been destroyed, it was simply compressed to the size of a Rubik's Cube. A peculiar figure in a futuristic space suit held out its hand and the cube-world flew to it, as if magnetized. Rage seeped through Calvin's veins.
"YOU!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. "It was you who brought me misery! It's all your fault! I'm going to kill you!" He pounced upon the figure and wrestled, to no avail. The figure had him held tightly by the neck. It, seemingly routinely, opened a hatch and shoved Calvin down it, ignoring his cursings and protests. The hatch slammed shut as soon as it opened and Calvin was trapped in the void of space.
In space, Calvin attempted to scream as loud as he could. No sound escaped. Within seconds, the pressure took its toll on Calvin's frail body and caused him to implode. His remains were quickly compressed to the size of a speck of dust.
Back in the spaceship, the figure unpacked the contents of Calvin's world with the flick of a switch. While waiting for it to prepare, it pressed a button that caused a large tube to pull itself out of the floor. In the tube was a clone of Calvin, the exact same as the original pre-meltdown. It pressed another button which caused the unconscious clone to be released from the tube, and carried him into his room, as if this had happened many times before.
"No! Not Rosalyn!" Calvin cried, as his parents made their way out the door. "I'll do anything, anything! I'll clean my room, I'll wash the dishes, I'll even cut the grass! Just don't let Rosalyn in!"
"We told you all day yesterday that we were going to leave you with Rosalyn. You should have said something earlier." Calvin's mom told him. The entire series had to be re-recorded again, since Calvin ruined it the first time. Everyone except him retained full memories of what had previously happened. This was to make sure Rosalyn learned her lesson:
No technology is allowed. No exceptions.
The day proceeded as normal, except Hobbes could not shake the feeling of mixed gratefulness and loss away.
That night, Calvin had gotten grounded as usual, and couldn't sleep, also as usual. He decided to have a bit of a chat with Hobbes to pass the time.
"Hey, Hobbes. You were acting kinda weird today, how come?" Calvin inquired.
"Uh...n-nothing. Say, what do you think of waffles?" Hobbes responded, in an attempt to change the subject.
"Oh, yeah, I only like them with syrup. And sugar. And chocolate.
"Really? I usually just settle for syrup. Why sugar and chocolate?"
"Well, for instance..."
Their conversation continued, with no mention of the incident ever again.
He would never be able to know.
(Yes, I am aware that it is very weird. Sorry. It was late at night.)
Name: psycho4hobbeschick Posted: Fri, Jun 18, 2010 - 02:48:18
Subject:
Blog Post: #1363
want to bet???????????????
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Name: TheMechWarrior Posted: Fri, Jun 18, 2010 - 01:25:30
Subject: Uh.
Blog Post: #1362
Well, if copying and pasting doesn't count, I guess I'll type the longest blog myself.
I win!
I win!
Name: psycho4hobbeschick Posted: Thu, Jun 17, 2010 - 23:33:50
Subject:
Blog Post: #1361
anger issues:dead:
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