I'm going to write another story because I don't really want to do my homework.



Cupkiddle

There are many pencils in the world, but only one is named Cupkiddle. This is Cupkiddle's story.

Bob and Afromalaphisaphinapalopana Cilpen had many children. They had SO many children, in fact, that they ran out of existant names and had to make up new ones. Their 35098th child was named Cupkiddle. Cupkiddle was neither boy nor girl. Cupkiddle was a borl. This is what happens when you have too many children. Some of them turn out funny.



Cupkiddle and his family lived in the suburbs of a fine city called Spekarapopocornopolis. It went to an ordinary pencil highschool with many other pencils, and even some pens. It had very few friends, because when you're a borl, people tend to avoid you. As a result Cupkiddle developed some schizophrenia over the years.

Two days into Cupkiddle's sophomore year it was confronted by a big problem. Which locker room was hse supposed to go to? They didn't have one for borls. Cupkiddle was very perplexed and decided to try both locker rooms, hoping that somewhere it would be accepted. Well, that was a bad idea. The bright neon pink of the girl's locker room had a cheerful look to it, but when Cupkiddle came out of it, it made a decision to never go in there again. The girls had large rubber spatulas that they used to smack Cupkiddle with, and because of its nosebleed Cupkiddle ended up having to steal some tampons to plug its nose with.

When Cupkiddle tried the boy's locker room, the results were also disappointing. Not only did the boys throw monkeys at it, they also flushed its lunch down the toilet. This made Cupkiddle very sad. All it had wanted was to belong, and it seemed like that would never happen.

After Cupkiddle had gotten home it went to its room to cry. Afromalaphisophinapalopana tried to comfort it, telling it things would get better and that it shouldn't despair. Cupkiddle cried anyway. This was very miraculous because, well, have YOU ever seen a pencil cry? Anyway, Cupkiddle's tears washed away its cheap yellow paint and under that.... was the most ugly boy pencil the world had ever seen. But being an ugly boy pencil was still better than being a borl pencil, so he was happy.

Cupkiddle ran out to the school laughing and cheering for joy.... then he got snatched up by the great hand in the sky and was used on a geometry test in someone's third period.



The end.

The moral of the story is: If something amazing happens to you, you have a right to be happy, but don't go crazy because you might end up in a pencil sharpener.

ahaha.
freaking awesome story. the morals are just, remarkable.

cheers,
sank
» thaitanic on 2006-09-18 08:00:56

I know, it's pretty freaking insane!
» darthkaylee on 2006-09-18 08:36:39

hehe
these stories are too funny!!
» lazypuppy on 2006-09-18 08:49:23

dang....
that's what i figured, too...

it's gay....and not homosexual, but retarted.....you know?
» zero_jak on 2006-09-18 10:30:12

lol...that pencil picture cracks me up! I have to keep coming back here to look at it because it's so creepy lookin
» lazypuppy on 2006-09-18 11:25:34

OOooh..Griffin is a good name...I never would have though of that one (I honestly skimped on the G section)
» lazypuppy on 2006-09-18 11:27:23

paint is a beautiful program...if that's all you got :p
» lazypuppy on 2006-09-18 11:37:42

haha. awesome story.
i myself thought i saw a giant hand the other day...but it was prolly just a ufo shaped like one.
» nickalinkos on 2006-09-18 11:55:28

only if you go to a school with a very competitive arts program while majoring in art.

I hear from everyone else that college is a blast.

I, however, have not yet experienced this epiphany.
» of_your_mind on 2006-09-19 12:22:38

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