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Grim Tales of The Reaper (May offend fans of Jessica Simpson and I was bored... agin)
It was a dark, dreary night: a good night for reaping souls. The Grim Reaper, called The Reaper by his friends, knocked on the door of Jessicas Simpson. The dumb blond answered. "Who're you?" she asked.
The Reaper replied, "I am the Grim Reaper. I regret to inform you today that it is your time to go."
Jessica Simpson looked puzzled. "Go?" she questioned; "Where are we going?"
The Reaper sighed. "Ok... let me rephrase that. It is your time to kick the bucket." Jessica Simpson looked down. Then, she looked back up.
"I don't see no bucket," Jessica commented.
The Reaper sighed. He thought for a moment. Eventually, he said, "Er... it's time for you to by the farm?"
"How much does it cost?"
The Reaper groaned. "Alright, I'll be blunt with you. This is your time to die."
"Die? You mean dye my hair? What color?"
"Listen! What I'm..." The Reaper began to say. But Jessica Simpson interrupted:
"Hey, I gotta get ready for a party. Bye!" Jessica Simpson slammed the door.
I give up! The Grim Reaper thought. And he left.
Font Enlarged - Dark Drakan
WTF!!!???
Last edited by Famous_Reaper : 01-30-2007 at 11:43 PM.
Reason: Double Post Auto-Merged
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