Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Chicken Wire


About this time last summer I hade several friends over. About 7. My mother alowed me to invite my friends but made me invite this kid that no one likes. I am not a mean person, let me re-frase that, I am not a bully. My mother was doing the right thing, he had just moved back from out of state and she wanted to help integrate him. Incase he is mentioned in later stories I shall call him Beary. So back to the story. We were all swimming in my pool when John (a twin) said he heard weard birds. I explained to them that my neighbors had chickens (I also have chickens, but that is erelevent) and proceeded to show him. When we got to them I told him that the gence played music when you toutched it (he is not all that bright) so as his hand took hold of the high viltege wire he jumped back with musel spasems after the electrick shock. I lauphed! (I am not a bully, just kinda twisted) he then attempted to punche me but after a fails atempt due to spastick arm mussels I offer that we pul this trick on sum of the girls. So again we play the same “musical fence” card on his twin sister, and my friends Cathy and Jenet. After this, moast all of us knew about the magical electric fence. So we moved on to better plans. We proposed the plan that we all hold hands and make a human chane, then tuch the fece. The catch, that the person to be at the beginning of the line, the person to tuch the wire, was to be Berry. The whole chane idea was Infact made so that he would do it. For he was the only one not to tuch it yet do far. So we line up, we take each others hands, and he touches it. This is wher things realy tern interesting. I do not remember the order of people, other than that Berry was in the front and I was in the middle. The problem, was that the shock made it to me, it pulsed threw my right hand, up my arm, but never out my left arm to my left hand to the person next to me.
Sherlock

Watson


First off, I’m Watson. And I personally apologize for any spelling mistakes that Sherlock makes. (He makes a lot, trust me.) Apparently he hasn’t discovered spell check yet. Also, I’m afraid we aren’t really super-cool detectives that solve cases and get lots of money. Some times I wish we were though. This isn’t about murders or mysteries, though that would be a whole lot more interesting than regular life. No, this is just our (or maybe just my) thoughts on a variety of random topics. You can be offended if you want. They are just my thoughts.
-Watson

first blog...or as they say in english class "Introduction"


Hello, I am Sherlock. Two friends of mine thought that it would be a good idea to create this blog. One of us is John Watson and the other is Moryarity I belive. As you know, I am Sherlock Holmes. We are not detectives or murder mystery reporters, we are three nerds, freeks, inthusiasts who want the world to know us better and want a way to write OUR stories. We shall end each post with our name so that you know who has written each blog. I thank thee for staying this long and indulging in our life’s. You will learn more about us as we grow and share threw this site. Another thing you should know is that all names used shall be in code as to not revile others lives. I wish to appoligise now for any spelling errors made by myself
On behaf of us all
Thank you,
SH