DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME : Text files and message bases are for INFORMATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY. Do not undertake any project based upon any information obtained from this or any other web site.We are not responsible for, nor do we assume any liability for, damages resulting from the use of any information on this site.As the title says, this is a story egg. So any person that is going to come in here and say\" DUde ths isN\’ an egg lolll it is ah story lolLOll!!@\" can leave this page and hit themselves in the scrotom with a cactus. With that out of the way, here is my story:
Onc apon a time, in a small town in California, Sticky-69 was taking his sister home from school. All went well until Sticky spied something ridiculus. In this quaint middle class neighborhood, some over protective parents had irected a 5 foot tall, neon yellow, plastic child manacan that was thrusting an orange flag out into the road. On the child shaped manacan it read \"SLOW DOWN, OUR CHILDREN ARE PLAYING\".
So naturally, our hero Sticky ran it over(slowly). And what did my wondering eyes did appear, why it was an insane soccer mom sprinting out of their garage yelling with anger and fear! Her children just stood there with their mouths agape, as our hero Sticky made his escape!
Our hero Sticky was gone in a flash! As I congratulated myself on my victory over the manacan, I saw a Toyota Camry careen into the sights of my rearview mirror! She chased me down with her car! She was driving like a maniac so I knew I probably couldn\’t out drive a lunatic, so I pulled over to the side of the road to chat with her about what had transpired. But she had already memorized my license plate number, so she sped past me, flipped a dick, and screeched off back to her nest where her alarmed offspring were undoubtedly examing the manacan\’s wounds. So I stand before you to tell you that justice has prevailed!! The pompous manacan is slain and now we can all enjoy our lives!
So I might be getting a ticket later for that, even though I was considerate and obeyed the sign, I drove slowly, but in the end at least I taught that overprotective mother a lesson...