"Giggle, giggle, snort, snort. This is going to be the best pyjama party ever," said Megan.
Her parents were up at the lake for the weekend, so Megan had planned on having one heck of a shindig! She had the strobe light set out, chips, dip, a guillotine, torture rack, dentist's chair and a collage of headless teddy bears hanging from the ceiling. "I hope everyone has fun, 'cause I want to be the most popular girl at school! (How ironic this statement did become)! The girls began to arrive one by one. They walked in amazed by Megan's House of Whores (oops! honest spelling mistake). "Ooh I get it. It's a theme party! How fun!" Jane jokingly stuck her head in the guillotine, "so who gets to do the dirty deed"? "Not yet," Megan said, "first we have a sceance"! "I'm scared," whimpered Tiny Tina. "Deal with it," Megan snapped back. After all the candles were lit, and all 8 girls were sitting in a circle holding hands, Megan attempted to contact the ghost of Lizzie Borden. "Ahh it's not working, let's dance." "Okay let's," Megan said dreamily. I'm your boogeyman by White Zombie came blaring out of the speakers. "Let's mosh". Megan began violently slamming her friends into the walls, fireplace and furniture. "If you think I'm mean now, just watch"! shouted Megan and pulled a machete out from behind her babydolls. "Now let's see you dance"! She wildly slashed the air, catching a few faces, arms, stomachs and limbs. Blood splashed everywhere. it quickly soaked into the carpet and the furniture. Her "friends" left in an awful hurry, in their bunny slippers, night caps and chip dip on their faces. Megan didn't notice, she was enjoying her blood bath. In the end she lost all her friends and her parents forbid her from having any sleepovers. She really didn't care though, her dreams came true... The End
The gorrilas went out into the mist but it was too wet and cold so they went home.
Meana had 2 cats. Claw, who wasn't very nice and Meowsma.. Her furball hacking babies replaced any natural want for children and she thought of them as her offspring. One day Meana went to the lake for a short holiday. the neighbors weren't there but amazingly their jet-ski was. "Hmm", she thought to herself. "Yep gotta do it"! She straddled the machine, gave it full throttle and was cruising the lake in seconds. Meana was enjoying the power between her legs (more than her trusty Hitatchi wonderwand "back massager") so much more that she hadn't noticed she was driving like a maniac. Weaving in and out of the buoys cackling as the sweet vacationing children swam for their lives. THUMP THUMP THUMP! "Whoops" Meana muttered. The choke coughed as she and the jet-ski took air. The bilge spurted blood and fragments of skull. "Ah well, hopefully no one will notice till dinnertime". She decided she had better be getting back to the city. Her furry children greeted her at the door. It was so good to be home and she was feeling a bit tired so she went to her bedroom to take a nap. A strange aroma filled the air of her bedroom. She couldn't place it until she looked at the large wet stain on her Ricky Martin bed sheets.. Claw, angry at having been deserted, had peed all over the bed in her absence. She cleaned up the mess and placed a kitty diaper on Claw's bottom. Claw and Meowsma were disgusted by this final indignity. Meana feeling better now decided to take them for a walk in the carriage, placing bonnets on their heads before leaving. Strolling down the sidewalk, Claw and Meowsma plotted their escape. A few minutes later they found their chance. As Meanna leaned in close to the stroller to tighten Meowsma's bonnet, Claw leapt up and with a violent slash, slit Meana's throat. She stumbled back and fell into a hedge. As Claw and Meowsma fled the scene Meanna lay sprawled gushing blood on the pavement, paralyzed,as she watched the wheel of the carriage, turn, turn, turn until it stopped and with a final spurt of blood she gasped her last breath. Claw and Meowsma finally free, headed for the riverbank to join the Meewasin Stray Cat Gang. 3 years later Claw was killed by a Westside Manx during a gang rumble. The End
March 10th- Finally Roxy, Erin and I moved into the neighborhood under the name Roomies. The house is small and I have to share a room with Erin but at least we have a wall, unlike Roxy, whose snores can be heard from the edge of the living room. Erin is already whining and crying for fun and a boyfriend, she's so depressed that she refuses to find a job and bitches constantly.
March 11th- Erin finally got a job as a football team mascot. It's about time, we are all broke, smelly and lonely but the extra cash will help.
March 12th- MMM YUMMM, two hot guys moved into the place across the street. Blake and Brad Studmuffin.. We had them over for dinner, Blake and I are a match made in heaven. Roxy and Brad are falling deeply in love as well. Romance is in the air, AWWLL RIIIGHT Things are getting better but Erin is still crabby as hell.
March 13th- Erin is losing it! She peed her pants today and has been acting weird ever since. Studmuffins came over for dinner again tonight, I hope she doesn't embarrass us.
March 13th-(later) My god! It's horrible. We left Erin alone to cook dinner and I think she purposely lit the stove on fire. Roxy heroicly attempted to extinguish the blaze but was tragically engulfed in the flames. We all mourned her huge gawdy urn but no sooner than we had her put away on the comp table, Erin was makin' the moves on Brad. What a whore!
March 20th- Roxy was recreated and moved in down the street. She's not the old Roxy anymore though, all she does is brag about how lovely her home is. I also suspect she is putting the moves on Blake. I don't like her much but I will try since I can't stand to look at Erin's murderous face another minute longer. TO BE CONTINUED
