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Fallen Star Mystic Moon's Story:
(for more mature readers)
“Hey Brian do you remember when we were teens, that one year on Thanksgiving where you came to my house and during diner you started a food fight with my brother?” Zach asked while lying on his back looking up at the stars. Every member of Avenged sevenfold lay scattered atop of their tour bus roof.
“I remember that. Your sister’s hand got a little to frisky, and when I was going to take a bite too. Oh man the look on your brother’s face was ******** epic when not only the potatoes but the spoon hit his cheek.” Brian chuckled bringing his hands up to rest under his head, “good times man, good times.”
“Remember that time when we were all at my house and Val had made a nice diner for our first Christmas as a married couple and we all went into the dining room to eat, we found Bella up on the table and no food left?” Matt pondered turning his head to the right to see the lanky drummer fiddling with his fingers, brow frowned.
“What did we eat for diner that year I forget?” Johnny spoke even further to his right, on the other side of Jimmy; pulling Matt’s attention way from the agitated looking man.
“I think we ordered pizza from Dominoes.” Matt rolled over onto his stomach and propped himself up on his elbows.
“Yeah, I remember! You guys made me call around to every ******** pizza parlor to find one that was open; just because I am the youngest.” Four of the five men started laughing; no one really noticed that Jimmy wasn’t conversing.
Def to the world; thousands of thoughts played through Jimmy’s head. Old memories and new questions played through his head. His adopted parents had gotten him years ago. Jimmy or by his birth name James was taken from his parents home in the middle of the night by the police during probation check. James was put into foster care for the next few years where things had happened to him; things so bad he would have fared better being with his parents. After a while a loving older couple came across James after he had run away from his foster home. The little boy accidentally ran into the husband, tears streaking his eyes. They took him home, cleaned him up, fed his entirely too skinny body and tried to take him back to the foster home.
James threw a fit! He wouldn’t go back there by any standards after being rescued from that horrible family. The couple decided to call the police and get the boys information; they soon realized his situation and took the boy to the adoption agency that had fostered him out to the family. They signed papers, paid the money required and James was theirs.
Many years had passed since his adopted parents passing. James didn’t attend the funeral; instead he drank himself into oblivion and took every drug he could get his hands on. He went from James Sullivan, the loving wacky adult to being Jimmy the Rev Sullivan full time. He became one with his stake persona, no one could call him James anymore and his life literally came to sex, drugs and rock-n-roll.
Things changed when Johnny joined the band Jimmy still partied but the habit became less intense as he quickly found himself wanting to mentor the kid. When ever he saw that disapproving look Johnny always got on his face when James would stumble in the bus, high off his a** nearly broke the older man. He hated seeing that look, the one where you can tell someone’s disappointed in you. Jimmy let out a sigh and began thinking about random things of the past, history mostly.
“No ******** way! She did not do that at my goddamned diner table!” Brian argued having been told that his sister and her boyfriend had been caught by Matt doing very ‘dirty’ things on their kitchen table as a teen. “I ate on that ******** thing! Hell I picked up fallen food and ate it!”
Brian sat up strait, eyes narrowed looking directly at Matt; the singer had a s**t eating grin plastered across his face, making his dimples appear. Matt nodded and let out a loud laugh. “Remember when we took Johnny to our hang out spot for the first time? Jimmy had a bottle of Jack Daniels and was a little tipsy. On our way to the ******** hide out he started screaming at the giant duck yelling ‘look at the size of that ******** duck, look at that duck! Jesus Christ.’ Then he started to run and yell ‘come here ******** stallion duck!”
“I remember that! I twisted my ankle trying get through those thick a** bushes. We were shooting that all access video that day too.” Johnny grumbled; it always had to be him who got hurt huh?
Johnny looked to his left noticing James silence he arched a brow and nudged the drummers arm. The older man looked over with a smile, his eyes glazed. Johnny knew he was a little bit high but he was in a controlled environment with people he trusted, not doing anything stupid. Johnny smiled back and reached his arm between them linking his pinky with the drummers.
One second everyone was laughing at one of their memories the next they were laughing at a giant fart one of their crew had let out as they walked by the bus. All of the sudden Jimmy snapped out of the daze he was in and sat up, looking around to each of his band members. “I wonder if the Mayflower was filled with one giant fart bubble from the pilgrims.”
“What the ******** Jimmy!”
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FaIrYoFfIrE0228's Story:
So everyone thinks they know the story about the Mayflower and the Pilgrims? That is where you will be wrong, you only know about half the story and that's only because the history people had to edit it on what had REALLY happened as not to embarrass anyone. Yes they did sale across the sea to find a new land but the only reason they stopped where they did is simply because a few of the pilgrim's in the bottom deck wanted to have a farting contest and all was going good since they had the door closed and everything but then someone had to walk down there and get some food to eat and when they opened the door the gas from all the farting for hours flooded the ship and everyone had to get off immediately to keep from passing out.
Once they had approached the land and breathed in the non-toxic air, they decided to explore as they waited for the ship to air out. As they walked they thought they saw movement amongst the trees, but they thought they were only imagining until they heard voices. Meeting the Indians they decided to get to know them and learn the ways of the land and what was able to be done here. The Pilgrims showed them how to grow food and plant and after the harvest and everything they sat down to eat the first Thanksgiving supper. All was going peaceful until the few Pilgrim's that decided to do the farting contest started up again and that started out a huge food fight of pumpkin pie, sweet potato cassarole, ham, turkey, stuffing, anything you can think of.
And thats what really happened on the trip of discovering the new land and the founding of Thanksgiving all resolved around food fights and farting.
THE END
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peaceful angelic's poem:
You were on our land, in our space
but like a circle it was time to be
The Mayflower was in both our grace
Our actions left some insanity
Pilgrim Farts were in the air
I have to say we didn't care
Your horses were much more rank
as they had influctuation gas
When the day began to come around
we made our peace and left the rounds
to eat our full, and learn the ways
We did not know a food fight would come this way
You threw the first pie
Raspberry, a delight
and in slow mo we started the plight
ALL HAIL THANKSGIVING!!!!! we shouted praise
Brothern for the rest of our days.
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How the First Thanksgiving Really Went Down:
By: peu le Coeur noir
xxxYou all may know that the Mayflower landed in the new country and the pilgrims struggled with survival. You may know how the Indians helped them and all that good stuff. Well, this explanation of the story is WRONG, WRONG, WRONG, WRONG! That is NOT how the story went. Whoever taught you this is a one messed up son of a gun, because that is NOT what happened on that day in history.
xxxYou see, Turkey Feather, the big dog in the Indian tribe actually despised the pilgrims even though he allowed them to learn from the Indians. He thought they were aliens sent to kill the Indians, however, his daughter She-Foot disagreed. She said that they were nice people sent to escape persecution and that they would not bother the Indians whatsoever.
xxxTurkey Feather loved his daughter so, so he decided she was right. He opened up to the pilgrims and learned many things. He decided that upon an appointed day that he would have a feast with the pilgrims to celebrate their friendship. All things seemed fine and dandy, until one day he found out that one of the pilgrims was secretly seeing his daughter She-Foot. He was enraged! He plotted and planned for some form of punishment.
xxxThe appointed day came for the feast. Everybody was present and seated. However, Turkey Feather was not there. She-Foot began to worry. But, her secret love reassured her he’d come. He did eventually. But, when he did come, everyone was eating. He sat down and eyed She-Foot and her love. They were chatting together. He became enrage once again and started throwing his food at them. She-Foot, disgusted with her father, began throwing her food back. Her love did, too. Soon everyone began to join in the food fight. Food was flinging around, drinks were thrown and everyone was having fun.
xxxThere were also several games following the feast. A belching and farting contest was held. Pilgrims and Indians alike were burping and farting the heck out of themselves. However, after several hours of this bodily function it was concluded that pilgrim farts were a lot stronger than those of the Indians.
That is how Thanksgiving really went!
 Alli~Monae II · Tue Nov 08, 2011 @ 03:03pm · 0 Comments |
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