Scenario
 

I was bored and I thought of a game I play a lot. I call it scenario. There may or may not be a prize, but the person who has the funniest story wins. Here's how it works: I will give you a few items to make a story with. And you can have the story as long or short as you want, all you have to do is use all the items in the story. Now, here are the items for Scenario: nuclear warhead, ET, Fundamentalist Christians, Bush Jr., and an ounce of hashish.

The fundamentlaist christians did an ounce of hashish and hired ET to stick a nuclear warhead up george bush Jr's ass

uhm...yeah...let's see how the others do >_>

no no.... et stuck his nuclear warhead up the fundamentalist christians' ass and Bush Jr. sat back in his chair doin his ounce of hashish laughin.... yeah that made no sense

ehh...lol...i was just posting some crap...i could make a better story if i wanted...that was basiaclly just a sentence...maybe sometime l8r tonite...lol

ok, rule: you cannot alter another person's story or correct them and you have 2 tries. To win a prize, you need to get a 10/10 (by my standards, which I won't tell you!) The prize is $10. And if you manage to get an 11/10 (impossible, but can be done) you will get $20

what does my 1st one get?

Total score is 3/10

This one time, at band camp, I was walking down the rugged, recently trimmed, mountain path to the observatory to watch stars while listening to Hank Williams Jr. I got to sit next to a girl I like, so I was a little distracted when I missed ET flying overhead on a floating bicycle... She however wasn't distracted at all (:(), and pointed it out. The kids trying to smoke an ounce of harnish were too intoxicated from the fulfilling aroma of the wonderful drug to even hear us.
"This is my chance!" I thought enthusiastically to myself, so I leaned in for the kiss during this magical, once in a lifetime moment... As our lips connected it was like a nuclear warhead going off in George Bush Jr.'s head... Later that night we went to our cabins... Together... Where we were alone...
"This isn't right, Petey... You can't do this, you cant take advantage..." The fundamentalist Christian inside me said, so I hugged her goodnight, got my walker from beside the bunk bed, and started walking home. "It's all good playa, I needed a change anyway, plus it never would of worked out... Me, big lips, her no teeth, it just wouldn't look right." I silently reflected as I struggled against my creaking bones in the cool Nebrasken air... I tipped my hat to the moon and said "Here's looking at you, kid." As I went on with what was left of my straight pimp-shitten life.

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I was bored. End of story.

DaFrigginDoctah gets a 9/10 for his story. Very good story.