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People are being afraid of being creative... Pft.

Theme: But to be stopped on the stairs, to be forced to listen to her trivial, irrelevant gossip, to pestering demands for payment, threats and complaints, and to rack his brains for excuses, to prevaricate, to lie--no, rather than that, he would creep down the stairs like a cat and slip out unseen. (wonders where AG clocks are then decides that it would be a good idea to ask a question) How to do I know what time is AG time is...)


It seemed like a great start of the day. Sun was shining and the world just seemed to be filled with joy. Everything seemed perfect to a janitor named Joe. He recently got promoted but then he got in a fight with a kindergardener spilled coffee all over the principle when he was cleaning his desk,and his wife dumped him for a laywer named Gary. Other than that his world was perfect.He went to work. He drove in his mini van knowing that this day would go right...
As he went to go upstairs he was stopped by a policewoman for a fingerprinting test. Then she asked him about some creep from the street that you never heard about. And she kept him there for atleast for 20 more minutes just asking random question about random criminals. Then when he finally got away then he quickly went to the
janitors office and quickly dressed into his dirty overalls and shirt. Then he walked down the hallway hearing random gossip from the teachers lounge. Then he took his mop and cleaned the floors. Then he heard...

That is the story of the theme in a short paragraphs

But to be stopped on the stairs, to be forced to listen to her trivial, irrelevant gossip, to pestering demands for payment, threats and complaints, and to rack his brains for excuses, to prevaricate, to lie--no, rather than that, he would creep down the stairs like a cat and slip out unseen.

It seemed like a great start of the day. Sun was shining and the world just seemed to be filled with joy. Everything seemed perfect to a janitor named Joe. He recently got promoted but then he got in a fight with a kindergardener spilled coffee all over the principle when he was cleaning his desk,and his wife dumped him for a laywer named Gary. Other than that his world was perfect.He went to work. He drove in his mini van knowing that this day would go right...
As he went to go upstairs he was stopped by a policewoman for a fingerprinting test. Then she asked him about some creep from the street that you never heard about. And she kept him there for atleast for 20 more minutes just asking random question about random criminals. Then when he finally got away then he quickly went to the
janitors office and quickly dressed into his dirty overalls and shirt. Then he walked down the hallway hearing random gossip from the teachers lounge. Then he took his mop and cleaned the floors. Then he heard...

You know what I think I have an idea for this theme....hehehe.

You know what I think I have an idea for this theme....hehehe.

Good! Finally some creativity!!

or is it?I guess I should start on it now.It shall be....a comic strip.

Do I have to say something here? I've got nothing to say. It's 4,704 pixels bigger and 57,501 bytes smaller than Cenere's.

OK,mine is done...

Revenge of the Annoyed

Uhh, I think I will skip this one :P

he....Cenere.

This was not because he was cowardly and abject, quite the contrary; but for some time past he had been in an overstrained irritable condition, verging on hypochondria. He had become so completely absorbed in himself, and isolated from his fellows that he dreaded meeting, not only his landlady, but anyone at all. He was crushed by poverty, but the anxieties of his position had of late ceased to weigh upon him. He had given up attending to matters of practical importance; he had lost all desire to do so. Nothing that any landlady could do had a real terror for him. But to be stopped on the stairs, to be forced to listen to her trivial, irrelevant gossip, to pestering demands for payment, threats and complaints, and to rack his brains for excuses, to revaricate, to lie--no, rather than that, he would creep down the stairs like a cat and slip out unseen.

Run!




The theme is to big!

Do I have to say something here? I've got nothing to say. It's 4,704 pixels bigger and 57,501 bytes smaller than Cenere's.

OK,mine is done...

Revenge of the Annoyed

I was actually expecting to get yelled at by Cenere for bashing on his theme,but it seems instead I get praise by Zophia...or at least she is "glad" I &quotulled that entry this round" so...yeah.