Kung Fu Kitty Chapter 3Kung Fu Kitty Chapter 33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Oliver made his way between the tables of the Cafe on an adjustable-height unicycle.
"'Scuse me. Pardon me. Sorry," you would often hear him say while doing this.
As he tried to get between two tables that were pretty close to each other, one of his unicycle's pedals accidentally got into a customer's face.
"Watch it, Oliver," said the customer, an anthro grey rabbit named Bugs Bunny, who pushed the pedal away.
"Sorry!" said Oliver. "Going up." And he adjusted the height of the unicycle so that it got taller (don't ask me how that's possible; I just know it happened). But he went a little too high and bumped his head on a light cover, knocking it loose. It would have fallen on the table below and shattered, but Oliver reached down and caught it at the last second.
Good thing, too. The customers at that table were Marie and her family! What an embarrassment that would have been for him!
He let out a quiet sigh of relief as he put the light cover back in place and said, "Sorry! Thousand
The Joker and Harley.Joker: I'm back in the asylum once more, sitting here wasting time with another fresh-faced shrink who thinks that she can cure me. Her name's Dr. Harleen Quinnzel. An interesting name If you twist it the right way you get Harley Quinn, like the clown character. But she won't last long; I'll tell you that now. She's just a blonde-bombshell with a pretty face and a skirt an inch shorter than acceptable. She'll get nowhere. I'll play mind games with her and tell her all the sickening little details that will send her over the edge; soon she'll be locked up having daily counseling sessions just like me. Just like the rest of them that have ever tried to cure me. Cure me? Ha ha, Give up while your still ahead sweetie! I don't want to be cured.The Joker and Harley.4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This life is a cruel joke, why can they not see that I'm simply trying to make them laugh They just understand sense of humor.
V Harley: Denial seems to be the first symptom of just about every mental or emotional dysfun
The Simpsons Theme Tune LyricsThe Simpsons Theme Tune Lyrics3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
HO-MER SIMP-SON / MARGE SIMP-SON / LI-SA / MA-GGIE / BART
SAN-TAS LI-TTLE HEL-PER
LE-NNY / CARL / SMI-THERS / M-R BURNS
KENT BROCK-MAN / BUMBLE-BEE MAN / KRUS-TY / SIDE-SHOW MEL
CO-MIC BOOK GUY
DIS-CO STU / PRO-FE-SSOR FRINK
MOE / MAYOR QUIM-BY
WI-GGUM / WI-LLIE
TE-RRI / SHE-RRI
SEY-MOUR / ED-NA K / SU-PER IN-TEN-DENT CHAL-MERS
U-TER / BLIN-KY THE FISH / JEB-E-DI-AH SPRING-FIELD / FAT TO-NY / SNAKE / GILL
A-PU / MAN-JU-LA / MISS HOO-VER
NEL-SON / MAR-TIN / O-TTO / JIM-BO / RALPH / DOLPH / KEAR-NEY
PA-TTY / SEL-MA
HER-MAN / MOLE-MAN / THE SEA CAP-TAIN
SIDE-SHOW BOB TER-WILL-I-GER AND REV-ER-END TIM LOVE-JOY
DOC-TOR HI-BBERT / DOC-TOR NICK
SLACK JAWED CLE-TUS
NED / ROD AND TODD FLAN-DERS
RA-DI-O AC-TIVE MAN / IT-CHY / SCRAT-CHY / POO-CHIE
TROY MC-CLURE / JAS-PER / KANG AND KODOS
Tips para ser mejor ArtistaTips para ser mejor Artista6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Tips cómo ser un mejor artista
No, no he venido a decirte como ganar más experiencia en tus habilidades artísticas u obtener tu propio estilo. Vengo a hablar de cómo ser un mejor artista en tu mente, eso significa cuando se es un gran artista incluso mas allá del papel. Carácter y sabiduría
En lo que te conviertas al final es tu camino o responsabilidad, (la cosa es que depende de ti...)
Esta es mi opinión, no tienes porqué estar de acuerdo, espero que lo estés.
1.- Trata de tener un sentido de calidad y estética primero, trata de tener una ética de trabajo o disciplina
2.- La fama y popularidad no hacen a un buen artista y no es un indicador de crear "buen arte". Ignora Internet y a los besatraseros
3.- La arrogancia no es un método para mejorar tus habilidades artísticas
4.- La intolerancia a otros métodos artísticos te vuelven cerra
Steps"Smithers, is that a baby?"Steps3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The man who had been addressed stopped, turning to face his boss with a guilty look on his face.
"Yes, Mr. Burns. You remember, Junior?"
Said owner of the new Springfield nuclear power plant nodded, his long nose twitching in disgust:
"I know who that thing is. What I want to know is why you've brought it with you to work. A nuclear power plant is hardly a suitable place for a baby, with all their excretions and noise and unrequested odors."
"Yes, Mr. Burns, and I know it's inappropriate, but it's just this once. Carolyn's mother hasn't been feeling well lately, and she had to go take care of her, and I couldn't find anyone to look after Junior in such a short notice..."
Mr Burns waved his hand dismissively, stopping his assistant before he'd have to learn anything more about the man's home life.
"Fine, fine. Just make sure it won't drool on any control panels or cause any other problems. And don't make a habit of this."
"Thank you Sir"
Secret of Slaughter Canyon Ch1Secret of Slaughter Canyon Ch14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
THE SECRET OF SLAUGHTER CANYON
Chapter 1: A Hero's Destiny
"Think they'll even fight today, Captain?"
The tall blond man peered through his binoculars at what was likely the tattered remnant of the once-proud Second Panzer Division. Victories that had come easily at the expense of the Belgians and French in the early going seemed hollow now, with much of the Wehrmacht in retreat or in an Allied prison camp. Perhaps the young lieutenant was right, and there would be no fight today, just another day of rounding up prisoners. But the Germans were a proud people .
"We ought to just let them run. The whole war's going to be over in a few days or weeks anyway," said the sergeant, an older man and veteran of many campaigns against the Germans, even preceding this Second World War
"No. So long as the enemy is in the field, he's a threat. We must capture them personally," the captain responded, barely able to contain his excitement at yet another engagement in the dwindling number of oppor
AttacksHomer Jay SimpsonAttacks2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Chakra: Non-Elemental Damage
Demi Shock: Reduces HP by 1/2
Revive: Revives Fallen Party Members
Big Guard: Casts Haste, Protect and Shell on all Party Members
Angels Snack: Cures all status ailments for all party members
Mustard Bomb: Medium Fire Damage
Raging Fist: Cuts through enemy defence
Phantom Rush: Powerful Non-Elemental Attack to one enemy
I Got Your Donut Lardlad: And what you gonna do about it! (Surpeme Non-Elemental Damage to all enemies)
Skill: White Magic
Cure: Restores HP
Cura: Restores HP
Curaga: Restores HP
Curaja: Restores HP
Full Cure: Fully Restores HP
Life: Revives one party member from KO, with 25% of
Treehouse Of Horror: OuttakesSIMPSONS TREEHOUSE OF HORROR: OUTTAKESTreehouse Of Horror: Outtakes4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
TREEHOUSE OF HORROR I
Bart and Lisa are arguing, after Bart comments that her Halloween story is not scary. Then, in the middle of the fighting, Lisa accidentally drops the flashlight, which breaks and spills out a pair of batteries. They stop and look at it, before looking at each other and laughing, while the cast and crew laugh with them in the background.
LISA: (putting the batteries back in) "Heh-heh, sorry 'bout that."
HOMER: (explaining about the haunted house) "It's only natural there be SOME things wrong with an old house like this. It's a upper-trixer!" (Silence)
LISA: (laughing) "That's 'fixer-upper'!"
They all laugh at that mistake.
HOMER: "It's only natural there be SOME things wrong with an old house like this. It's a fupper-ixer...no, a tixer-rupper...wait, it's--(Puts his palm on his forehead and chuckles) "Forget it..."
DIRECTOR: "Just try again, Homer. It's only one line."
HOMER: "But I messed it all up!"
HeartbeatBeat beat beatHeartbeat3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beat beat beat
Just a breath away
Just a step away
All there is to find
Beat beat beat
Beat beat beat
Listen to the beat
The beat of my heart
Its saying stay
That I don't want to let you go
Even though my mind
Is telling you to leave
Beat beat beat
Beat beat beat
Feel the blood rushing
Feel the fast pace
Of my beating heart
Everything I could possibly want
Beat beat beat
Beat beat beat
You Dont UnderstandI drowned out my feelings with hatred and cruelty, but it doesn't work any moreYou Dont Understand3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I still was attracted to you, more and more as the days went by
Sometimes, I forgot my feelings for you were even there
But I still knew I loved you, no matter how cruel I was
Remember Gloria, that flower of a woman?
The truth is, I had to force myself to love her
That Flag Day, I realized that my true love was with me every day
They catered to my every whim without a question, and rarely spoke against me
That day, realization dawned over me
That day, I realized I was in love with my assistant, Waylon Smithers Jr.
"Accident""Daddy?""Accident"4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ooh ? What?" Homer snapped a little bit out of his work upon hearing the small voice and a tug on his leg. He smiled, knowing that little voice and turned to face the young Bartholomew J. Simpson.
With a gentle expression, his father asked, "Hey, son. Can I do something for you?"
"Teddy bear?" Bart pointed up to a shelf, "Please, Daddy?"
Seeing the ragged brown stuffed animal sitting there, Homer nodded, "Of course, son. Let me get it for you." As he took it down, Homer sighed happily, "I had almost forgotten about this."
As the young boy received the special bear, he said, "Thanks, dada. I will be nice to it."
Homer lifted his son in his arms, "I got this teddy bear when I was your age. My mother gave it to me. You can have it. It's a father-son gift, be nice to it." As he spoke these loving words, the two embraced warmly, wanting to never stop this moment.
Then his father placed him on the ground as he said, "Go out and play with your new teddy bear." As Bart walked of
Jr. LoveIt was my first day for 5th grade. Yep, 5th. I was getting older by the day. The only thing I hated about oving up to 5th grade is that everyone knows me. Due to my dad, they think I'm completely retarded. They always say it's the terror or the offspring of Satan's son or something completely stupid, making me feel like I'm nothing.Jr. Love3 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Jr. ready?" Mom called to me. Dad, or I call him Bart most of the time, was waiting with her. He's always glued to her side, unlike Grandma and Grandpa.
"Yeah, I'm coming. Sophie! Come on, we gotta go." I called to my sister. She was as smart as my aunt Lisa. She was a gifted child in a good way, mostly in smarts. She trusted me more than anyone yet I don't hang out with her. I love her but she is just annoying at times.
Sophie came down about a minute after I was waiting in the hall with mom and dad.
"Okay, I'll be back." Mom kissed Dad and we were headed out the door. "Jr, since you're bigger, you can ride in the front." She smiled at me as I jumped with
You are the favoriteBart was looking out of the window, in his room, thinking:" I'm 11, and in eleven years of life, what have I done? Nothing, absolutely nothing!", in that moment Lisa entered in his room and she saw him in that state, again:-Bart? Bart!-You are the favorite5 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
-what is, Lisa?-
-Bart, mom needs us a moment, he gotta help her with Maggie and Stewie, while dad is out, ok?-
-ok, Lisa- said Bart with a tired voice,
-again, what is, Lisa?-
-what have you done?-
-because it's something like a month or more that you seem sad, I don't know how to explain it better, though, but there's something wrong with you, please tell me, I can't support seeing you in a such state-
-Lisa it's nothing, I told you, now let's go downstairs, we have to help mom-
-Bart, if you wanna tell me something, I'm here, you can tell anything you wish, anytime, to me, all right?-
-all right, now let's go down-
Bart and Lisa learned down, and in that moment homer was closing the door:- bye Marge, bye kids! See you later!-
Simpsons:Hope and ExpectationsIt's two A.M.Simpsons:Hope and Expectations4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Even though I've been working through eight hour shifts for the past three days and feel exhausted, I just can't sleep. My mind is racing with thoughts about what I have put myself through, and most importantly what Marge has gone through. I keep thinking if I did the right thing by marrying her, I love her to death but I can't believe I went as far as to get her pregnant. I mean it's great that I will soon be a Dad, but will I be a good provider for him?
Working these eight hour shifts have been long and tedious, flipping burgers is not my idea of fun, and neither is sitting by the drive through waiting for some low life to show up and ask for a meal. They always want something special on that meal, extra mayo, no onions, can the hamburger have no meat in it, that of course it not possible, but I just humor them and give them a fake smile when they come up to the window. And I do it all for Marge.
I miss her so much right now, but I really don't deserve her, not a bum li