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Post by Kembal Lettermen on Mar 19, 2012 17:31:48 GMT -5
"Oh." I looked down.
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Post by Marceline on Mar 19, 2012 18:08:21 GMT -5
"It's fine, not many people know French. I only know that word," I giggled. I got up and looked at the burning sun. "OH MUH GAWD CURSE YOU SUN!" I yelled with mainly a beautiful texas accent. I smiled at Kembal who looked up. "But we wouldn't be alive with the sun would we," I said softening, snapping my fingers. A box was floating in the air. I grabbed it and opened it. The girl looked a little horrified to see if it was the trampoline but a zebra print beach umbrella popped in the sand to shade me.
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Post by Kembal Lettermen on Mar 27, 2012 19:16:19 GMT -5
"You don't have to be mean to the sin. . ." Then the sun blinds me temporarily, "OH COME ON!! I JUST DEFENDED YOU, YOU SUCK!!!"
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Post by Marceline on Mar 27, 2012 19:18:20 GMT -5
I snapped my fingers and a picnic basket appeared on the towel. I looked inside. "Ohh chocolate cake!" I said pulling one out every so perfectly and neatly.
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Post by Kembal Lettermen on Mar 27, 2012 19:23:36 GMT -5
My blindess was "Forgotten" adn I excalimed: "OoO!! CAKE!!! MINE!" I lunged for it, holding it close to me.
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Post by Marceline on Mar 27, 2012 19:26:08 GMT -5
I polished off my peice of cake as Kembal started shoving it in her mouth. I took you a pizza box. Kembal looked astonished, as I explained "Bottomless basket," I flourished with my hand. I opened the box to see deep dished pizza. "Mmm my fav," I said taking out a giant peice and taking a giant bite out of it.
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Post by Kembal Lettermen on Mar 27, 2012 19:27:01 GMT -5
"Does it have sauce?" I asked. "Hey, Merci, what else you got in that basket?"
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Post by Marceline on Apr 13, 2012 16:51:06 GMT -5
"Yah it has sauce, and its Marceline," I say handing the basket to her. Man am I hungry.
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