Write my story

I have a real story about me and a friend who used to wrestle and need someone to write it for me as soon as possible?

[nadiablack]

I do commissions for money.

[EricRRobert]

Originally Posted by JT01 [Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]

I have a real story about me and a friend who used to wrestle and need someone to write it for me as soon as possible?

Well, fuck, I better hurry!!

Once upon a time, there was a guy named JT01. He was presumably a guy, or maybe an android. I don't think he was a girl.

And he used to wrestle his friend. I'm going to go out on a limb and guess she was a girl. A girl android? Her name was JT02.

One day, JT01 exclaimed apropos of absolutely nothing: "I suggest we engage in physical combat!" JT02 immediately placed him in an armbar and ripped off his arm.

"Astounding!" exclaimed JT01. "I need someone to write about this incident as soon as possible!! I cannot do it myself because of the ancient android rules!"

"Indeed," said JT02. "But what will happen if no one takes up the task?"

"I will surely perish," he replied.

"Then I suggest you make haste to malevsfemale.org and beg for this story in a very vague fashion," she concluded. "You may borrow my arm for the purpose of typing."

And he did.

THE END

[HermanDG]

Originally Posted by EricRRobert [Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]

Well, fuck, I better hurry!!

Once upon a time, there was a guy named JT01. He was presumably a guy, or maybe an android. I don't think he was a girl.

And he used to wrestle his friend. I'm going to go out on a limb and guess she was a girl. A girl android? Her name was JT02.

One day, JT01 exclaimed apropos of absolutely nothing: "I suggest we engage in physical combat!" JT02 immediately placed him in an armbar and ripped off his arm.

"Astounding!" exclaimed JT01. "I need someone to write about this incident as soon as possible!! I cannot do it myself because of the ancient android rules!"

"Indeed," said JT02. "But what will happen if no one takes up the task?"

"I will surely perish," he replied.

"Then I suggest you make haste to malevsfemale.org and beg for this story in a very vague fashion," she concluded. "You may borrow my arm for the purpose of typing."

And he did.

THE END

Ohhhhh...I was going to go with the ankle lock as the feature hold, but tearing off the arm and using it to type is just so much more effective.


Kudos. Well played.

[simplyred]

Eric

This gets my vote for story of the month.

[AOmega]

Still better than Twilight.