The Stupid man (short story)

There once lived a stupid man, who lived in a stupid house, who drove in a stupid car, and had a stupid dog. He lived in a stupid village in a stupid city. He went to work in his stupid office every stupid day. His name was Jasper James Johnson. People call him Jam for short. One day when he was walking in a stupid park, he noticed a woman looking at the beautiful lake. He was stupidly surprised by her beauty and elegance that he approached her and asked her name. The girl in return, said her name. Her name was Carolina Protagina. People call her Carol. He complimented her about her name and they started to hang out in stupid places, saying stupid things to each other. And as we all know, this leads to stupid love (or does it?). They were both stupidly happy when suddenly Carol broke up with him. Jam didn’t understand and tried to follow her, only to figure out there was somebody else. He was so hurt…. He looked at his face in the mirror and said, “You stupid man! Why did you ever love that stupid woman! Well, I guess I was pretty stupid.” He told himself. A few stupid weeks have passed, then Carol went back to Jam and said sorry and all those crazy…err…..stupid things. She said that the man got bankrupt and that she loves Jam even more. But, Jam rejected her. And she felt sorry that why did she even bother to look at any other stupid man. She stupidly and sobbingly went away. Then, Jam looked at the mirror once more, and he said to himself, “You're really not as stupid as I thought you were.”

Talkable: people who interrupt

okay, first of all, the word: talkable.
you must be like, "Alright, what is this thing?"
but it means, it's a new thingimajig i'm working on.
It's something i wanna talk about.
that's why it's talkable.
otherwise, why would I wanna talk about it.
by the way, I'm writing this now randomly at my brother's friend's internet cafe and it's kinda noisy.
ok, VERY NOISY.
but that's not talkable right now.
get this: people who interrupt.
from the word, "interrupt"
it's annoying!
get this:
"You saw the movie--"
"Kung Fu Panda?"
"No, the--"
"The Sorcerer's apprentice?"
"the--"
"Harry Potter?"
"the--"
"Osama Bin Laden's death?"
"no, it's---"
"Charlie?"
"NO! LET ME TALK!"
ok, that.
it speaks for itself doesn't it.
people who interrupt are mean.
they don't let you talk and keep on interrupting you when you do.
what? so you're my mouth now, huh?
stop talking for me, that's all I can say.
Why did I talk about this?
I don't know, it was the only most talkable at the moment.
these are just random times i just type and stuff.
so, if i were you and you were me, who's ugly?
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ok, wrong concept xD
I just find it annoying that people try to assume for you, that's all.
Assume is kinda related to interrupt.
They interrupt you because they assume what you think you did.
WELL WHAT IF YOU ARE WRONG?
I ain't happy to say it all over again.
right? right?
what would u do if u were interrupted and all they assumed was wrong?
you would get pissed because they don't know how to wait for your answer.
they're mean.
I probably should tell them off but i couldn't.
interrupting and assuming are just in a person's identity.
i wonder why.?
evolution?
DAMN YOU CHARLES DARWIN!!
ok, it's not.
Sorry Charles.
Yes, we speak of first name basis.
Interrupting just seems normal nowadays, even though it's really disrespectful.
we adapted it, i guess.
no one can blame us, but..
it really is just annoying.
Alright, thanks for reading the first ep of talkables.
Comment, anytime :D
oh, and btw, follow me on twitter!!!!!!!!
@lyenkrenz
please.........thanks.
ok bye.

lalalalala random and crazy intro

Look, it's not my fault you got stuck at detention today.
All I did was tell the truth when the teacher asked me.
What do you mean you told me not to tell anybody? she's the teacher. she asked me, i answer. simple.
anyway, it was not THAT bad.
what? yes it was? not my fault still.
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I know what you're thinking.
why am I talking to myself while you're reading this?
well, then stop reading it!
stop! what are you doing?!?!?
stop it! you're insulting me.
what are u doing??
stop reading this.
stop.
ok, now you're just annoying.
Alright, you can hit the x button now whatever button.
stop
stop!
ok, ok, the real reason why I wanted to get ur attention (i did, didn't i? :P) was because I'd like you to realize i'm a newbie here.
I just started.
I don't know what to do so i just made this intro of what you should expect of this.
first of all, see that url? up there?
yeah, http://hereforamusement.blogspot.com/ right?
it's my blog.
my friend Daniella introduced me to this.
she said it was fun so i made one.
the words, "here for amusement" means, "here for amusement"
it means, you're "here for amusement"
you know why?
because it doesn't say,
"here for chicken" or
"here for bacon"or
"here for a condom" or
"here for a nose job" or
"here for Hitler's mustache" or
"here to resurrect osama bin laden" (btw, I'm glad you're not.)
you are what?
"here for amusement"
very good.
if you didn't get that you should go see Dr. Phil.
so, since you're here, let's talk.
I had this guy friend who just had his birthday yesterday, and her girlfriend gave her a super long sweet letter from a tissue box.
OK WAIT, it was sweeter when you saw it, ok?
when i shared that when we were eating, they didn't get me.
What is with these people?
right? i mean, it is sweet because it was handmade.
ok so yeah, tell me a little about yourself?
What's your name?
How old are you?
Do you have  a pet iguana?
Do you read manga?
Do you know Houdini?
alright, you didn't answer.
Nice talking.
but seriously? you know houdini?
you don't? riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.
alright, so should i be going?
yes?
y u so mean?
ok, so next time, just come back and maybe read my stories and such because...
you know why?
yes, you're "here for amusement."
very good!
bye now :)
see ya \m/