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Orange Stories Here are the stories that our viewers have submitted to us. If you feel like sharing one of your stories, submit one! The
Pass Around Mickey D. Story Saga [Untitled] Once upon a time
there was a very clumsy pointed ear boy who lived in the midst of Texas
in the sweltering heat, that bothered him day and night. He became used
to the heat though, and made friends with the cacti and grew to love the
vultures that constantly flew over his little Pueblo village.
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[Texas
and William] One day, there was a boy who had a problem with Texas. I don't know if it is because he had a nightmare of George Bush or if it was because he was hit by a tumbleweed when he was a baby. Whatever it was, it sure scared William, because now he is mad at Texas! (If you happen to be reading this story, William, please inform me on why you do not like Texas.) Now, the poor ol' people of Texas, such as me, are considered wicked in William's eyes! How sad that there is soo much hate in that boy! So, I write this to him, asking him, that he please take away his hate for Texas! That he notice that it isn't just a bunch of pueblo's with vultures. YOU KNOW, HOUSTON IS THE 4th largest city in the US!!! So William, where ever you are, take a moment from your time to say..."You know, Texas isn't all that bad. Not only that, but Texans aren't all that bad either!" And maybe, your heart will grow two sizes larger, and all of H-Ville will be cheering for Will! Because! Will gave back love to H-Ville, and H-Ville in return showed its appreciation by sending over an exponent! An exponent by the name of Karl! And Karl will kick your sorry behind in BOWLING!!! Yep! The Karl VS William showdown occurs this Friday, 12-21-01!!!! SEE YA THERE!!!!! P.S. I never bowl and I was just kiddin' Will! You know you're my buddy!!!! Cya Friday 12-21-01!!!----
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[Mickey
and Karl] There was once a boy called-- well, let's just call him Mickey. He was a wierd sort of fellow, with a lazy eye and a hunchback-- but I don't like judging books by covers so I'll explain what Mickey was like. He was like fun tac. You know, the blue stuff that sticks to things. In a less metaphorical sense, Mickey enjoyed following others, letting them make his decisions and following the crowd. Mickey lived in Texas-- I know, really, who'd want to live there, in the middle of the sweltering desert. He had a best friend, Karl, just like him. They were perfect together because they'd both tag along and stick to each other. It was a weird sight to see them together. Since they were both such followers, their arguments were pretty funny: "Hey
Mickey! Do you want to go to Happy Lanes or Texas Lanes for bowling?"
Karl said one day. ...and on and on like that until someone found them there and said they were going to Happy or Texas Lanes. (since the only thing anyone ever does in Texas is bowl) They would of course follow that person. So anyway, one day, Mickey had to leave all of his dear friends in Texas to move to New York, the Big Apple! Poor Mickey had never even seen an apple! Only cacti and sand. After quite some time in New York, Mickey decided to invite Karl to New York for a visit. And Mickey, Karl and all of Mickey's new friends decided to take the subway to the bowling center in Neew York. Now
Carl was very patriotic to his special down south state. He loved it so
much. This conversation went on until some homeless bum paid them to shut up. He had spent all his weeks money to get them to stop but they didn't care. Carl and Mickey were once again united and they began to daydream of days back in Texas, lying out on the sand, the wind blowing all around, watching the vultures circle overhead, the cacti swaying in the wind. "Those were the days" they both said aloud. They were so close and so involved in shallow thoughts that Texans always have on their minds, that they tripped and fell, almost into the subway, a very weird thing for Karl who has never seen anything so scary. It moved and shook the station. The sound was too much for Karl and he hid under the bench. Texans always had something for benches. Mickey sympathized with Karl and they stuck together more than ever. Together they were so sticky that people got near them and couldn't escape, ever. Soon they arrived at the bowling center and Karl had an idea. "We can beat these stupid New Yorkers, Mickey will be on my team." They
both got ready for the big tournament. Mickey washed his hands seven times
to try to get the stickiness off but it just wouldn't go. Oh well. He
picked up the ball and prepared to throw. Oops, the announcer came on
the P.A system to remind them of a special deal and Mickey dropped the
ball! What silly Texans. Later on, they were loosing by a lot. At first
Mickey's slick NYC friends told him the pins were cacti and he didn't
want to hit them! Then they mentioned Ellen but she was Mickey's idol
whom they worshipped. They stopped bowling, and began to think about her
brialliant invisible body. Just the mention of her name transformed both
of them. They turned to monsters that bite and scratch. When they transformed
back they weren't quite normal and Mickey's arm was slightly bent. They
didn't want to give up bowling now, not when they were so close to each
other. Finally it was over and they were happy as could be. They had lost
but they had found each other. They laughed and frolicked together, their
newfound friendship had returned at last. | Back to top | [William
has mental issues] William, I would like to state the fact that first...you can not spell my name correctly half the time...second...you must be smoking something to come up with these sorts of stories...and third...WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT ALL ABOUT!!! STICKING HERE, STICKING THERE, STICKING EVERYWHERE?????? And then saying Ellen was an idol of worship??????? HAVE YOU PEOPLES GONE INSANE!!!!!! YOU KNOW, I AM FAMILIAR WITH A SUBWAY STATION, EXCEPT YOUR NEW YORK SUBWAY SYSTEM IS REALLY SCREWED UP! Why don't you New Yorkers try to make a Subway Station like the ones in London. Oh, and by the way...we do more than just bowling here in Texas. As a matter of fact, for you tennis fans: THE US MEN'S CLAY COURT CHAMPIONSHIPS was held here in Houston just recently. And incase you curious about who won, ANDY RODDICK won singles and doubles with his partner FISH. SO HA! Editor's
note: At least Karl thinks it's still just William writing the stories-ha,
ha. And like tennis is such a big deal! We have the U.S Open here every
year! (SIlly Texans--just joking.) | Back to top | [Mickey
D Story Saga: Part 3/] (Actually 5, William!) A
growing young man named Mickey Du lived in the southern end of the lovely
state of California. Because he was a growing young man, he needed his
40 essential vitamins and minerals, which he took in during hourly doses
of facial cream and vitamin water. But this is besides the point. The
harsh winds of life had swept young master Du from China to Houston, from
Houston to New York, and finally to the quaint home in SoCal where he
was currently housed by his loving mother and father. Mickey had left
many a friend behind during his joyous travels, hence making them less
joyous than previously stated. In California, Mickey set out a friend-making
excursion that was to be remembered in the eyes of all his followers as
the single greatest excursion ever known to man. It began as his skin
tanned 10 shades darker, through the use of new hyper-techno facial creams.
During this tanning, he lost some of his azn power. However, he was finally
able to carry out one of his lifelong dreams, being able to change his
name to Miguel Du. Then Miguel learned to ride a bike, a clever social
trick to get on the inside loop of young Californians. Bike riding was
one of the 2 essential social skills necessary for Cali living, the other
being surfing. On the first day of school, Mickey was riding his bike
as he turned around to wave to one of biking/surfing “buddies”.
Suddenly, a pole flew out of nowhere and accosted him with great force.
Bystanders agreed that it was Mickey who accosted the pole, and that the
pole had been innocently standing in place. But Mickey was not a man to
back down on his word. When he awoke from his crash, all of his friends
were gone, except for a lone tumbleweed which he had imprinted his buddy
Karl’s face on using photoshop and had taken from Texas as a momento.
Mickey was a bit upset about the crash, because it undermined his social
talent in the biking area. But Mickey could not sit and dwell on the current
situation, because tomorrow he was going surfing with the HOT CHICKS!!!!!!
Mickey had not! Surfing
Surfing every day Riding
our bikes to go and surf At
the word “way”, young Mickey fell asleep and dreamed specious
dreams all night long. | Back to top | Other stories [Untitled] Joe, NY, NY
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