Yes, yes. Hello. As the title implies, I'll be writing to you strangers. Or perhaps friends. But, not the point. I've decided to write a blog. Whoopdie-doodle-doo. My own life is hardly interesting enough on a daily basis, so I'll do a sorta' Drama/Comedy thing. My past is really... Painful, maybe, is the correct word. But I've been to accept it and all... So telling complete strangers on the Internet is the solution. Ding Ding. As for comedy? My friends and I are just... We're stupid. Really stupid. So we have a lot of stories and no where to put them. Yet again, Internet is the answer. But I'll only tell one story per post... A sickly Dhakil Euralaht says I should tell a comedy first. Yay.
Right, so anyone who knows me well knows this story thoroughly. For the ones who don't... Well, you're the strangers. One time only, I will tell the story of Lulu the Border Collie. Since it seems to be the one that's most-liked.
Firstly, I live in a nineteenth-century industrial village. So there's this giant, abandoned ax factory that takes up half the town. Perfect setting for a horror film. So of course my friends and I go screwing around down there often.
One of the first times I was ever down there, I wasn't really doing anything. I was just walking around with my friend Sci-Fi. We were talking about the movie Sandlot, which, in hindsight, is really ironic. Right after, I started to hear the weirdest sound I've ever heard from seemingly no where. I can only describe it as an ostrich with a head-cold choking on a stick.
We split up and began looking for the source of the dangerous-sounding noise, because we're really smart. I was lucky enough to find it first, and I called Sci-Fi over. It wasn't what we expected, though. I thought it was a buzz saw or something. But, no. Because logic was thrown in the trash the second we heard the sound. It was an old, fat border collie, bouncing around a pipe. We just kinda'... Stared at it for a bit. Then it stopped, and started eyeing...
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