I am drunk, so I'm going to type some stuff that I might not normaly do. I might actually sell a book if this turns out to be long enough, just copy and paste it and sell it to a publisher. Hmm, so what should I say to entertain you people? Let me see, I will type what I have on my mind, which seems to be what I am typing. This may take a few minutes or hours to type, depending on how long I keep typing and because I'm drunk, that may be a long time.
Ok, new paragraph, so, urm, am I doing a good grammer job so far while I'm drunksy? Or is it a complete mess? Because I am trying my best to keep it neat and tidy. I might regret this when I wake up, or I might laugh at it, then publish it.
Maybe some people will say "what a waste of space, can a mod please noob slap this noob?", I'll just laugh and, urm..... what else can I say....?
Ah, lets talk about Grand theft auto 4. I rang up my local HMV today and asked if they had it in, but they didn't, it was sold out, so I couldn't buy it... I wanted to get it from... (break while I swig some bud, heheheheh), I think every thing gets a bit numb with too much beer/ale... anyway I wanted to buy it from ebay, but my stupid bank account is empty, must have bought too much stuff, like that gps thing and the clothes and 25 liter rucksack...
Good book so far hey? Urm, yeah so, what about my story I starty when I was 14-15? which I called The leg end, hahahah, legend of Volcor then renamed to Volcore because the spelling was better, hahahahha... It was about monsters that lived in a cave next to a village near a mountain, and the people sent for help, blah blah etc ect...
Mice mats... yeah, I have a everglide so the mouse can everlessess glide over the mat and not stick to things of such... sniff... urm yeah...
Can I publish this now? No? ok, ill carry on then.
This is a book about a person called Jim. Jim was a normal guy, who liked normal things. But one day a piano fell on him and he ended up in limbo. Jim had never been to limbo before so he wasn't too sure what to do. The first person he met was a tall skiny guy with half his face missing, yuk. But Jim asked him what was going on non the less..
No more of that, you lot might steals it and sell it on the ebay thing.
Hah, blue wall paper, look, its blue with bits of white, but not much, so shhhhhhhhh, ok?
Hmmmmm.....
Ok, I', going to play some more Enemy Territory now, bye bye!
Submit!!!
