re: Help write the story...

Oweo started a thread on a typical lonely night, much as every night for our wheelchair bound heroine. Owlie, in a moment of stroked-out rage, thinks to himself 'Never!'.

Having suffered another stroke mid sentence though, he begins to tell his story, confusing his stroked-out mind even more.

However, Oweo, not to be deterred, realizes that though his legs may be feeble, his mind is sharp. Sharp as a dull teaspoon mind you, but relatively sharp, in the context that a spoon can cut softened butter. Or possibly be used to scoop frozen titty milk in an upcoming storm if need be.

Owlie, possibly even more confused, tells Oweo to meet him at Sonic to check knuckles and settle this once and for all.

While slapping each other silly, neither landing blows of any revelance on each other, the entire OT crashes into the Sonic in F-350's, truck-nuts dragging, Carolina squatting, country rap blarring.


Both die, and the OT was saved from shitty threads. The end.