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<blockquote data-quote="Kem Rixen" data-source="post: 124735" data-attributes="member: 5832"><p>When boredom strikes the Kem Rixen, he writes. When extended periods of boredom strikes the Kem Rixen, he writes stream ofc onsciousness. This is the latter.</p><p></p><p>---------------------</p><p>For the monkey there was no escape, he plummeted down, down, down, to the bottom of the hole. He pondered how he would escape from this nasty predicament.</p><p>“Now Joe, you're going to tell me where the money is, or Johnny over here is going to play your ribs like a xylophone.”</p><p>The monkey was out of the hole, he danced a happy dance, a happy monkey dance.</p><p>“I ain't saying nothing!”</p><p>“Okay boys, you heard him, you know what to do.”</p><p>The monkey walked around the corner, he saw his friend, Billy, who was, in fact, another monkey.</p><p></p><p>“Will you stop changing the channel Bob, I don't care what you watch, but just pick one thing instead of doing this!”</p><p>Bob sighed and kept it on the Monkey Power Hour. A title that was quite misleading as the show was only fifty five minutes long, also, in the two hundred episodes, this was the only one that actually contained monkeys. The power part of the title was not misleading, but it was meaningless, most likely a decision from the marketing department.</p><p>“Much better.” said Jim, the man who had previously complained. Jim usually was a quite man who kept to himself, he only had one pet peeve, and that was people changing the channel. A perfect world for Jim would have a television with only one station, the content wouldn't matter to him, as long as it was consistent. Jim was a reasonably tall man, no facial hair, except a mustache and plain red hair on his head. It wasn't originally red, it used to be brown, he still hasn't told anyone why his hair has changed colors. Bob is a similar to Jim, which makes sense considering they are brothers. The only difference being that Bob still has brown hair, and doesn't sport a mustache.</p><p></p><p>Together they shared an apartment, not unlike the stereotypical sitcom. It was modestly furnished, it had a few rooms, two of which were bedrooms, one being a kitchen/dining room, and the final being a living room. The only flaw of the house was that there wasn't a bathroom, they usually went down the street to a local restaurant to use theres. Recently the restaurant owners haven't Bob and Jim use the restaurant bathroom without paying for something, so, they've found some interesting ways to get in. None of which will be gone into detail, maybe later, maybe never, either way, that isn't important, as these people have nothing to do with this story.</p><p></p><p>“There once was a man from Peru,</p><p>who wore very large shoes,</p><p>he danced a jig and...ugggh, I just can't write limericks, they don't make any sense!”</p><p>“Oh, but you have to, how else are you going to get into the regional limerick-off.”</p><p>---------------</p><p></p><p>There you have it, the most bizarre thing I've ever written. I was also unbelievably tired so everything seemed very funny.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Kem Rixen, post: 124735, member: 5832"] When boredom strikes the Kem Rixen, he writes. When extended periods of boredom strikes the Kem Rixen, he writes stream ofc onsciousness. This is the latter. --------------------- For the monkey there was no escape, he plummeted down, down, down, to the bottom of the hole. He pondered how he would escape from this nasty predicament. “Now Joe, you're going to tell me where the money is, or Johnny over here is going to play your ribs like a xylophone.” The monkey was out of the hole, he danced a happy dance, a happy monkey dance. “I ain't saying nothing!” “Okay boys, you heard him, you know what to do.” The monkey walked around the corner, he saw his friend, Billy, who was, in fact, another monkey. “Will you stop changing the channel Bob, I don't care what you watch, but just pick one thing instead of doing this!” Bob sighed and kept it on the Monkey Power Hour. A title that was quite misleading as the show was only fifty five minutes long, also, in the two hundred episodes, this was the only one that actually contained monkeys. The power part of the title was not misleading, but it was meaningless, most likely a decision from the marketing department. “Much better.” said Jim, the man who had previously complained. Jim usually was a quite man who kept to himself, he only had one pet peeve, and that was people changing the channel. A perfect world for Jim would have a television with only one station, the content wouldn't matter to him, as long as it was consistent. Jim was a reasonably tall man, no facial hair, except a mustache and plain red hair on his head. It wasn't originally red, it used to be brown, he still hasn't told anyone why his hair has changed colors. Bob is a similar to Jim, which makes sense considering they are brothers. The only difference being that Bob still has brown hair, and doesn't sport a mustache. Together they shared an apartment, not unlike the stereotypical sitcom. It was modestly furnished, it had a few rooms, two of which were bedrooms, one being a kitchen/dining room, and the final being a living room. The only flaw of the house was that there wasn't a bathroom, they usually went down the street to a local restaurant to use theres. Recently the restaurant owners haven't Bob and Jim use the restaurant bathroom without paying for something, so, they've found some interesting ways to get in. None of which will be gone into detail, maybe later, maybe never, either way, that isn't important, as these people have nothing to do with this story. “There once was a man from Peru, who wore very large shoes, he danced a jig and...ugggh, I just can't write limericks, they don't make any sense!” “Oh, but you have to, how else are you going to get into the regional limerick-off.” --------------- There you have it, the most bizarre thing I've ever written. I was also unbelievably tired so everything seemed very funny. [/QUOTE]
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