Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2014 23:08:00 GMT -5
"Knock-Kn-!"
"Shut the fuck up!"
"Whhhhhyyy?"
"You've been fucking telling these damn ridiculous jokes that no one besides you finds funny!"
"No need to cuss! And I happen to find knock-knock jokes very entertaining. Their pure, innocent fun," I stopped in my tracks, folding my arms over my chest in pure annoyance. Why couldn't my fat- I mean, mother accompany me instead? This guy was a total grouch. He couldn't even appreciate a good quality knock-knock joke! Shaking my head, I pulled one of my hair ties off my wrist and put my hair up in a messy pony tail, hoping it would help with the heat. Beads of sweat started to form about a mile back and I felt like a hot, sweaty mess. The only thing that distracted me was my joke book. Ah. The classics.
"Well I like penis jokes," Came his meek reply. The though of, boy doodles, sent a shiver down my spine. Ew! This caused me to sigh a little. I embraced my child like mind but it also sucked. Me being the kind of girl that watches romantic tragedies and such, a Kleenex box always nearby for the tears. Yeah. I always wondered if my immaturity in that kind of stuff could affect me ever having a relationship.
"You're gross!" I blatantly pouted, lowering my head and sulking after him. The Satyr took large strides. It was obvious he wanted to shake me off his tail.
"Whatever, I don't need you to think I'm Jesus. Besides, I'm only doing this so you're mother will take good care of me later," He finished with a wink and twinkle in his eyes. Gagging melodramatically and loudly, I pretended to puke. The Satyr just meekly shook his head, clearly bothered by my childish antics.
"I need to pee," To prove myself, I stopped and did a signature I got to pee, like right now kind of dance. In actuality, I didn't need to pee. No. I would never pee in the wilderness. I have standards. I will not succumb to using mere leaves. Heck, what if it turned out to be poison ivy? I did not want any funny business in my hide-a-way if you know what I mean. The Satyr looked back at me in disbelief, but shook his head in irritation before waving his hand bashfully in the air, "Hurry." Smiling, I power walked into a nearby herd of trees. Not wanting him to see me, I crept farther and farther, wanting to be out of sight. Really, I just wanted to admire the beauty. That grumpy old Satyr wouldn't stop if he ran into a tree. Bad analogy, but it gets the point across I guess. This forest was so beautiful. The wind rustled the leaves in the tree tops and the crunch of sticks snapping under my weight was somehow soothing. Deciding, after maybe ten minutes, to go back, I did a 360, turning around.
"Oh poop..." I murmured. It all looked the same. Instead of getting all panicky like the norm would do, I thought hard. I had no survival skills whatsoever. I racked my brain for information. What had I seen on TV shows? Like Naked and Afraid? Or Man Vs Wild? But in the end, I'd forgotten anything useful. Fighting against tears of worry, I crept forward in one direction, maybe that old hermit was searching for me to say the least? My biggest worry right now was bugs. They scared the living poo out of me. Digging in my backpack, I pulled out bug spray. Covering my mouth, I continued to spray it in front of me as I walked.
"You shall not feast upon my blood! Puny mortals!" I giggled as I used a "manly man voice," my very bad impression of a guy. It was somewaht low, but mainly sounded like a boy going through puberty.
"Shut the fuck up!"
"Whhhhhyyy?"
"You've been fucking telling these damn ridiculous jokes that no one besides you finds funny!"
"No need to cuss! And I happen to find knock-knock jokes very entertaining. Their pure, innocent fun," I stopped in my tracks, folding my arms over my chest in pure annoyance. Why couldn't my fat- I mean, mother accompany me instead? This guy was a total grouch. He couldn't even appreciate a good quality knock-knock joke! Shaking my head, I pulled one of my hair ties off my wrist and put my hair up in a messy pony tail, hoping it would help with the heat. Beads of sweat started to form about a mile back and I felt like a hot, sweaty mess. The only thing that distracted me was my joke book. Ah. The classics.
"Well I like penis jokes," Came his meek reply. The though of, boy doodles, sent a shiver down my spine. Ew! This caused me to sigh a little. I embraced my child like mind but it also sucked. Me being the kind of girl that watches romantic tragedies and such, a Kleenex box always nearby for the tears. Yeah. I always wondered if my immaturity in that kind of stuff could affect me ever having a relationship.
"You're gross!" I blatantly pouted, lowering my head and sulking after him. The Satyr took large strides. It was obvious he wanted to shake me off his tail.
"Whatever, I don't need you to think I'm Jesus. Besides, I'm only doing this so you're mother will take good care of me later," He finished with a wink and twinkle in his eyes. Gagging melodramatically and loudly, I pretended to puke. The Satyr just meekly shook his head, clearly bothered by my childish antics.
"I need to pee," To prove myself, I stopped and did a signature I got to pee, like right now kind of dance. In actuality, I didn't need to pee. No. I would never pee in the wilderness. I have standards. I will not succumb to using mere leaves. Heck, what if it turned out to be poison ivy? I did not want any funny business in my hide-a-way if you know what I mean. The Satyr looked back at me in disbelief, but shook his head in irritation before waving his hand bashfully in the air, "Hurry." Smiling, I power walked into a nearby herd of trees. Not wanting him to see me, I crept farther and farther, wanting to be out of sight. Really, I just wanted to admire the beauty. That grumpy old Satyr wouldn't stop if he ran into a tree. Bad analogy, but it gets the point across I guess. This forest was so beautiful. The wind rustled the leaves in the tree tops and the crunch of sticks snapping under my weight was somehow soothing. Deciding, after maybe ten minutes, to go back, I did a 360, turning around.
"Oh poop..." I murmured. It all looked the same. Instead of getting all panicky like the norm would do, I thought hard. I had no survival skills whatsoever. I racked my brain for information. What had I seen on TV shows? Like Naked and Afraid? Or Man Vs Wild? But in the end, I'd forgotten anything useful. Fighting against tears of worry, I crept forward in one direction, maybe that old hermit was searching for me to say the least? My biggest worry right now was bugs. They scared the living poo out of me. Digging in my backpack, I pulled out bug spray. Covering my mouth, I continued to spray it in front of me as I walked.
"You shall not feast upon my blood! Puny mortals!" I giggled as I used a "manly man voice," my very bad impression of a guy. It was somewaht low, but mainly sounded like a boy going through puberty.
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