Texas Rez

I did not that coming, Fran. :o

MY MILKSHAKE BRINGS ALL THE TROLLS TO THE YAAAWD, YEAH RIGHT, IT'S BETTER THAN YOOOOS DAMN RIGHT, IT'S BETTA THAN YOOOS I CAN TEACH YOU BUT I HAVE TA CHAAAAWGE! what just happened?

Radiohead - "Paranoid Android"

Habla Ingles, por favor. :P

@Shredder2 nuff said. xD

What the hell? A French conversation...? IN FRANANTHOMEEN?! xD

I'm gonna go away from the laptop a bit. :P TAKE CARE YOU GUYS! xD

If you do, good luck! :D

It's still bad. :P

Rezzy Leon

I'm not really surprised that my SAT scores are yelling "You suck" at me. It was my first time, and I took it for free. xP

And the scorers both hate me! xD

What is this? I don't even... xD

Well, I'll be getting a more detailed score report on the 30th. That'll hopefully clear things up.

I believe it was graded on the scale of 2-12.

I'm not an Ajikan veteran either. :disappointed:

I doubt a 4 on the SAT essay is good.

I'm not a veteran on this forum. Hey, at least I admit it! :P

"YYZ" - Rush

Yeah... Whatever. :P

The White Stripes - "Do"

Chapter 3: "A Stick Up the Sole" It was clear that Rezzy Leon was in a sticky situation right here. Being locked inside a store that just had the power being knocked out and being a penny short of purchasing shoelaces is a situation that not even I would put myself in. But I guess he walked right into that one... All Rezzy could do was just sit in the blackness and listen to everyone panic, wondering why the doors would be chained shut, and most importantly, who would do such. "THIS IS A STICK UP!", one voice abruptly yells. This made Rezzy jump, being startled from the shout of one guy. "YEAH!", another voice shouts. "NO! You shut up Trent!", the guy who ordered a stick-up responded. "What? I was just backing ya up. You know, that's what bros are for, right?", Trent says. "Just shut up and start grabbing wallets!" the guy demanded. After that, Rezzy heard the sound of him handing Trent a flashlight, as he heard the click followed by a glare of light shining off the walls. "Alright, guys, listen up!" the guy shouted. "I'm going to come around here, and I understand it's dark, but please give me your wallets by placing them in the garbage bag I have here in my hand. It's a white bag so it could be made seen easily. AND IT'S HEAVY DUTY, THANKS TO ME GETTING GLAD!" "You dumbass," Trent said, slapping the guy in the back of the head, "You're not supposed to be understanding with your victims, NOR DO YOU SAY PLEASE!" "I... I'm sorry Trent," he said apologetically. Trent then sighed, and took the bag away from him and started to wander around the store, collecting the wallets of those who weren't panicking. While Trent was walking around doing his job, his partner in crime yelled out "AND WE'RE NOT BUSTING THE LOCKS ON THIS DOOR UNTIL WE GET EVERYONE'S WALLET!" Rezzy doesn't have a wallet. "I don't have a wallet," Rezzy said to himself. See? I told you he doesn't have a wallet. "Looks like I'm not coming home tonight," Rezzy said in sadness. By the time Trent came to Rezzy Leon with the bag, he had forgotten all about the penny situation. "In the bag," Trent bossed Rezzy. "I'm sorry," he responded. "Me no have el walleto." "What?", Trent said out of confusion. "I SAID ME NO HAVE EL WALLETO!" "Look, quit acting retarded and give me your wallet already." "Listen, you bastard, how many other languages do I have to tell you that I don't have a wallet?" "Then I guess you'll have to give me something else instead. GIVE ME MONEY!" "I don't even have enough money to buy my own shoelaces." "Then give me your shoe." "How are you going to tie them when they have no shoelaces?" "Do they have soles?" "Yes, they actually do have a sole." "Bless your poor soul." "Now go collect that cashier's wallet. She's been a bitch to me." Just as when Trent was going towards the cashier, a loud crash from Rezzy's right was heard. When Rezzy turned to see what it was, a car had crashed into the side of the store, as even more panic aroused amongst the shoppers in the store themselves. "Hey, that car looks familiar," Rezzy said. He dashed over towards the wreckage of the car. Through the hole of the damaged wall, Rezzy took notice of the streetlights giving light towards the car and saw that the color of the car was red. "HEY, SAILOR!" yelled the guy from inside the car, looking at Rezzy. "Um... Hey there," Rezzy responded. "Do you remember me? I gave you a ride to this dump store." "And your ride just crashed into the dump." Find out what happens next in the finale next week! (Yeah, I know, this story was supposed to be five chapters long, but it'll actually be four chapters long.

Will you call LP6 Coldplay? xD

After interpreting my SAT scores, my essay score is no bueno. :|

Meh. My day could be better.