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Commander Hurricane

Commander Hurricane

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BEHOLD A REAL LIFE STORY PUT INTO A STORY FORMAT AHAHAHA.

ahem

read this in an epic voice.

 

I was in the classroom doing my work like a bozz.

"I'm bored" I said

"good for you" said my friend

"Sir are you a Brony?" I asked. but he didn't here me.

"lol ask him again" said my friend

"Sir, are you a Brony?!" I asked like a bozz.

The teacher then looked at me as if I was a madman.

"a what?" he said

"Brony" i said

"what's a Brony?" he said

"a cool person" "omg wait its a good thing" "dont kill me" "being a brony is good" "dont give me detention"

 

He then went to his laptop and searched Brony in Google. A bunch of people crowded around him and the laptop. 

(i probably should have mentioned this earlier, but im the only brony in my school...yah...tough life) 

 

Then the other people saw it and was like "o__O" or "o.o" or "friendship is magic wtf lolwut ahhur". 

"Stay behind after class" said sir

"who?" said my friend

"both of you" said sir

"I wan't even involved in this..." said my friend

"SIR SHE WASN'T INVOLVED IN THIS DUDE WAT I AM THE ONLY ONE IN TROUBLE" I said, like a bozz.

*10 minutes later*

"right then" said sir "Do you think it is appropriate to be asking questions like that?"

"...no.." I said. then sir looked at me weridly cuz i dont think he heard me. "no." i repeated.

"Sir I wasn't even involved in this" said my friend

"Yeah sir she wasn't involved. EVERYTING IS MAH FAULT SIR. I DESERVE WHATEVER PUNISHMENT YOU GIVE ME"

"Then why did you ask me if I was a "Brony"? Are you saying I am gay?" he said.

"Sir, Bronies aren't gay people. They're just people who like ponies. Like, I'm a female Brony and that's fine with me. BEIN A BRONY IS COOL I DIDN'T MEAN TO OFFEND U SIR." i said

"The internet here says it is gay people"

"Sir, just like regular human beings, people can be gay. The majority of Bronies are not gay. If you wanna be gay, fine by me." I said.

"You put 'Brony' on your phone case design" said sir "is that appropriate?"

"It is in fact appropriate. Becuase a Brony is a fan of my little pony friendship is magic, and I am indeed a fan of my little pony friendship is magic. Do you have something against Bronies or something?!" I said.

"...You may leave now" said sir.

" *walks out of room with friend like a bozz*

 

"LOLOLOLOLOL" i said

"LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL" said my friend

"HE SO DA RACIST TO DA BRONY RACE. THAT WAS SO RACIST. OMG. RACISM."

*other friend walks up to us*

"sup pepesssss" said friend no. 2.

"HE SO DA RACIST" i said

"what happened?" said friend no. 2.

*tells story*

"LOLOLOL" said friend no. 2

"ikr" said friend no. 1

"He was being so racist towards the Brony race! Like, he said Bronies are gay!!!" I said. "I am going to call 999 and get the police to sue him for racism. I will set him on fire with my bozzy swag, I will leave him there dying on the floor on fire. I will go to Tesco, I will buy half price marshmallows. I will come back to his fire, I will roast my marshmallows. I will make smores. With his fire!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" i said.

then they all lolled. the end.

:catface:

Or if you are a grammar Nazi, then here is the swaggy correct grammar version by a kind fellow who goes by the name of @Shift

 

It was a beautiful day on earth. The grass was singing, the birds were also singing and the sun was falling down from the sky. OP was in her technology classroom doing her work like a boss. Suddenly, she dropped her pencil; god, was today boring. OP looked to her friend who was sitting next to her, struggling with her English homework, despite the fact they were in technology.

"I'm bored." OP said to her friend, scoffing a little bit.

"Good for you." Her friend said, eyes not coming off of her work. Suddenly, OP had an idea. An absolutely insane idea. But she was going to go for it.

"Sir, are you a Brony?" OP asked the teacher up front, but he was so busy posting stuff on reddit to hear OP.

"Hahaha, ask him again!" My friend encouraged me. I was feeling totally pumped up.

"Sir, are you a Brony?" OP asked a little louder, feeling totally like a boss.

The teacher looked up from his reddit spam spree, then looked at me as if I was a madman that had walked in with an axe. "A what?" He asked OP, talking slowly as if OP had gone back to being five.

"A Brony." OP said. Seriously, that guy was posting stuff to reddit, he needed to at least have heard the term 'Brony'.

"What's a... Brony?" The teacher asked.

I attempted to explain what a Brony was, but I kept changing my answer every couple of seconds. "A cool person!" "Oh my god, wait, it's a good thing!" "Don't kill me, please!" "Being a Brony is good!" "Don't give me detention..."

The teacher, in his curiosity then went to his laptop and searched Brony in Google. A bunch of people from the class, who honestly had nothing better to do, crowded around him and the laptop.

Then the other people saw the definition, and they all had shocked faces, or were gossiping madly, or were just laughing their heads off.

"Stay behind after class." The teacher, or just sir said to nobody in particular that we could notice with an unreadable face.

"...who?" My friend inquired nervously.

"Both of you," Sir asserted. "I need to talk to you."

"I wasn't even involved in this..." My friend said with a tiny squeak.

"Sir, she wasn't even involved in this, like she said!" OP said, feeling like a boss again. "It's all my fault!"

"Both of you, go back to your seats." Sir shot death glares at both of us, so we headed back to our seats, me rambling off apologies to my friend at the speed of sound.

Around ten minutes passed before everyone else got dismissed, and sir called us up to his desk. Even while sitting, he looked intimidating. I mean, he was a teacher.

"Right, then." Sir said with a sigh. "Do you think it is classroom appropriate to be asking questions like that?"

"...no..." OP muttered. Sir looked at me weirdly, because he didn't hear OP. OP noticed and repeated her sentiment; "No."

"Sir, I wasn't even involved in this," The friend said for, like, the billionth time.

"Yeah sir she wasn't involved. Everything is my fault, whatever I did." OP muttered, giving puppy eyes to Sir. However, it had no effect.

"Then why did you ask me if I was a 'Brony'? Are you saying I am gay?" Sir said, being stupid.

"Sir, Bronies aren't gay people. They're just people who like ponies. Like, I'm a female Brony and that's fine with me. Being a brony is cool!" OP said. "I don't mean to offend you, sir."

"The internet here says it is full of gay people," Sir practically growled.

"Sir, just like regular human beings, people can be gay. The majority of Bronies are not gay. If you wanna be gay, fine by me." OP told sir with a sheepish smile.

"You put 'Brony' on your phone case design," Sir asked. "Is that appropriate?"

"It is in fact appropriate." OP told Sir. Damn, she was on a roll. "There's something called 'freedom of speech'."

"...You may leave now." Sir said, defeated.

OP looked at her friend, who was trying her hardest not to burst out into giggles. The duo walked out of the room, and once Sir was out of earshot, they burst out laughing.

"He is so racist to the bronies!" OP giggled. "Oh my god, racism!" OP's friend told OP with a large laugh.

OP's other friend, who was walking to her next class, walked up to OP. For the sake of the story, she shall be called 'Kate'.

"'sup?" Kate asked OP with a grin.

"He... is... so... racist!" OP said in between giggles.

"What happened?" Kate asked, not attempting to hold back her giggles.

So me and my friend pulled ourselves together and we told Kate the story with turns, each of us popping in to make remarks when something was left one. When we were done. Kate was laughing with a goofy smile on her face.

"I know, right?" My friend that was introduced first said, imitating Kate's goofy story. "It's hilarious!"

"He was being so racist towards the Bronies! Like, he said Bronies are gay!" OP said. Ramble time! She was on a roll.

"I am going to call 9-9-1 and get the police to sue him for racism. I will set him on fire with my bossy swag, I will leave him there dying on the floor, while he's on fire. I will go to Tesco, I will buy those delicious half price marshmallows. I will come back to his corpse on first, I will roast my marshmallows. I will make smores. With his fire heating up the smores, because they get cold fast!" OP finished her rant collapsing in a fit of laughter.

Then the trio all laughed. The End.

 

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BEHOLD A REAL LIFE STORY PUT INTO A STORY FORMAT AHAHAHA. ahem read this in an epic voice.   I was in the classroom doing my work like a bozz. "I'm bored" I said "good for you" said my friend "

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0/10 would not read again

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Well umm, good for you for standing up for yourself. Don't know if he's being as racist as to non-understanding. For someone who never heard of this before, yeah, it's odd. But once you understand it'

Commander Hurricane

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It's a cool story, but needs a lot of help in grammar. Also it's 911, not 999.

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Well sorry that this wasn't intended to be the most grammar-perfect piece of work in the world that was to be assessed by apparently the best grammar teacher in the world. And if I called 911 then the cops would have to hire some sort of vehicle that can travel the Atlantic Ocean which would take a few hours, and by the time they got here the school would probably be shut. However, if I called 999 then it would take mere minutes for the police to arrive. 

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Well umm, good for you for standing up for yourself. Don't know if he's being as racist as to non-understanding. For someone who never heard of this before, yeah, it's odd. But once you understand it's good. Anyways, I too am the only brony in school, and everyone know it, so I understand that feeling.

 

And then just this, cuz you made me think of it...

"When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade! Get made! Make life take the lemons back! Do you know who I am? I'm the guy who's gonna burn your house down with the lemons! I'm gonna get my team to make a cumbustable lemon, and I'm gonna burn your house down! With the lemons."

XD

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How in the blue hell is sliced bread an epic real life story?

 

But seriously, unless this was a joke and needs to be put in the forum lounge, proper grammar? Please?

 

EDIT: Here's the story in proper grammar, in case you guys want to read it. I added some things so it's easier to read, and this probably isn't what OP wanted the story to look like. 

It was a beautiful day on earth. The grass was singing, the birds were also singing and the sun was falling down from the sky. OP was in her math classroom doing her work like a boss. Suddenly, she dropped her pencil; god, was today boring. OP looked to her friend who was sitting next to her, struggling with her english homework, despite the fact they were in math.

 

"I'm bored." OP said to her friend, scoffing a little bit.

 

"Good for you." Her friend said, eyes not coming off of her work. Suddenly, OP had an idea. An absolutely insane idea. But she was going to go for it.

 

"Sir, are you a Brony?" OP asked the teacher up front, but he was so busy posting stuff on reddit to hear OP.

 

"Hahaha, ask him again!" My friend encouraged me. I was feeling totally pumped up.

 

"Sir, are you a Brony?" OP asked a little louder, feeling totally like a boss.

 

The teacher looked up from his reddit spam spree, then looked at me as if I was a madman that had walked in with an axe. "A what?" He asked OP, talking slowly as if OP had gone back to being five.

 

"A Brony." OP said. Seriously, that guy was posting stuff to reddit, he needed to at least have heard the term 'Brony'.

 

"What's a... Brony?" The teacher asked.

 

I attempted to explain what a Brony was, but I kept changing my answer every couple of seconds. "A cool person!" "Oh my god, wait, it's a good thing!" "Don't kill me, please!" "Being a Brony is good!" "Don't give me detention..."

The teacher, in his curiosity then went to his laptop and searched Brony in Google. A bunch of people from the class, who honestly had nothing better to do, crowded around him and the laptop.

Then the other people saw the definition, and they all had shocked faces, or were gossiping madly, or were just laughing their heads off.

 

"Stay behind after class." The teacher, or just sir said to nobody in particular that we could notice with an unreadable face.

 

"...who?" My friend inquired nervously. 

 

"Both of you," Sir asserted. "I need to talk to you."

 

"I wasn't even involved in this..." My friend said with a tiny squeak.

 

"Sir, she wasn't even involved in this, like she said!" OP said, feeling like a boss again. "It's all my fault!"

 

"Both of you, go back to your seats." Sir shot death glares at both of us, so we headed back to our seats, me rambling off apologies to my friend at the speed of sound.

 

Around ten minutes passed before everyone else got dismissed, and sir called us up to his desk. Even while sitting, he looked intimidating. I mean, he was a teacher.

 

"Right, then." Sir said with a sigh. "Do you think it is classroom appropriate to be asking questions like that?"

 

"...no..." OP muttered. Sir looked at me weirdly, because he didn't hear OP. OP noticed and repeated her sentiment;  "No."

 

"Sir, I wasn't even involved in this," The friend said for, like, the billionth time.

 

"Yeah sir she wasn't involved. Everything is my fault, whatever I did." OP muttered, giving puppy eyes to Sir. However, it had no effect.

 

"Then why did you ask me if I was a 'Brony'? Are you saying I am gay?" Sir said, being stupid.

 

"Sir, Bronies aren't gay people. They're just people who like ponies. Like, I'm a female Brony and that's fine with me. Being a brony is cool!" OP said. "I don't mean to offend you, sir."

 

"The internet here says it is full of gay people," Sir practically growled.

 

"Sir, just like regular human beings, people can be gay. The majority of Bronies are not gay. If you wanna be gay, fine by me." OP told sir with a sheepish smile.

 

"You put 'Brony' on your phone case design," Sir asked. "Is that appropriate?"

 

"It is in fact appropriate." OP told Sir. Damn, she was on a roll. "There's something called 'freedom of speech'."

 

"...You may leave now." Sir said, defeated.

 

OP looked at her friend, who was trying her hardest not to burst out into giggles. The duo walked out of the room, and once Sir was out of earshot, they burst out laughing.

"He is so racist to the bronies!" OP giggled. "Oh my god, racism!" OP's friend told OP with a large laugh.

 

OP's other friend, who was walking to her next class, walked up to OP. For the sake of the story, she shall be called 'Kate'.

 

"'sup?" Kate asked OP with a grin.

 

"He... is... so... racist!" OP said in between giggles.

 

"What happened?" Kate asked, not attempting to hold back her giggles.

 

So me and my friend pulled ourselves together and we told Kate the story with turns, each of us popping in to make remarks when something was left one. When we were done. Kate was laughing with a goofy smile on her face.

 

"I know, right?" My friend that was introduced first said, imitating Kate's goofy story. "It's hilarious!"

 

"He was being so racist towards the Bronies! Like, he said Bronies are gay!" OP said. Ramble time! She was on a roll.

 

"I am going to call 9-9-1 and get the police to sue him for racism. I will set him on fire with my bossy swag, I will leave him there dying on the floor, while he's on fire. I will go to Tesco, I will buy those delicious half price marshmallows. I will come back to his corpse on first, I will roast my marshmallows. I will make smores. With his fire heating up the smores, because they get cold fast!" OP finished her rant collapsing in a fit of laughter.
 

Then the trio all laughed. The End.

 

Why did I waste 15 minutes of my life making this easier to read.

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Don't you mean "call 911?" Yes, I am a bit of a Grammer Nazi. :catface:

 

911 in americana, 999 in europe. or the uk. one of those.

Anyway, this story deserve a writing award.

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