GOD has it been 4000 members already. Well ok. TYIme to bite the bullet. i asked chaos to be able to have exclusive rights to this thread and sqiuandering it would just be a big slap in the face! so here we go.. WHEN i got this gig i thought hmm what shoukd i write about. I MEan there's so much and the first thing that struck me AS USUAL was dbz but honestly i';ve already done a thread baout that. and dbz gets a tad( JUST A TAD DONT FLAME me) so I thoight hnmmn wahst big right now. lost.. but i cant get into lost. backstreet boys..?? hah. no way jose. THen i though skarm and chris write fanfics./ and though theyre not very good (LETs be honest they dont have my talent) I figure thats as good an idea as any SO NOW smoghoni present to you what a normal day in the life of sanders is like to me i think. ok. without adieu. A Day in the Life of Sanders bY Cornelius "Lugia "Jolteon" Storm" Storm" Fickle "Sanders we love you." Sakura-chan and Kagome-chan. Hah, the best girlfriends a guy could ever have! I'm so lucky to have them and they let me do whatever I want with them. They respect me and I respect them and then I also ravage them. "Sanders we love you." Their endless devotion to me would to some get a bit boring. But I'm not some. I'm Sanders. I live for this kind of stuff. Sakura-chan made a lovely contrast to Kagome-chan because she had pink hair and Kagome-chan has black hair. Although I found out some time ago Sakura-chan is not a natural pink-head if you get my drift! "Sanders we love you." Well, it is kind of a broken record, don't you think? What's up with them? "Sanders we love you... But frankly we're a little scared for you!" Oh. My family. Not Sakura-chan and Kagome-chan at all. I groaned and rolled over. I can't believe they're bothering me again. Sometimes I feel like I should just be allowed to live my life!! Naruto has no need of family. And neither do I. Sometimes I wax poetic, y'know? We all do I think. I wonder why no one understands me. No one in school (REALLY funny guys haha beat up Sanders for the ten billionth time. Real mature.) understands me. But there is one outlet. I can't say that people understand me there, either, but it doesn't really bother me. When I'm there I can be the real me. I don't hide. I love IRC. Not that they love me. Far from it. But that's not why I really go. I go because out of any place this provides me with freedom, anonymity and consequence-free liberty. I cannot be beaten up here. I put up with the bullshit, of course. They're just joking. Hah, such kidders they all are. When they tell me they want me to leave, I just know in their heads they're really thinking, "What a unique individual! I'm scared and intimidated with this amazing person's presence." Just like in real life. But here I cannot be beaten So after I wake up and eat breakfast (a bit of Pocky. Well, who am I kidding? Pocky's crack and baby I'd suck a few cocks for some Pocky sticks. Whoa. When did this oral fixation start? Er, better get back to my story.) Then it's on to the eggs, and the bacon, and the steak, and the hash browns, and the toast, and the cereal, and the pancakes, and the waffles, and finally I finish it up with the orange juice bottle. I'm a growing boy. "Son, we're beginning to worry about the amount of time you spend in your room, using the internet." Jesus, I know it's cliché, but parents never understand. "I'm just watching anime! If it's so unhealthy why would it be so popular? In Japan everyone lives to like 110!" With that logic, I was expecting my father to give in and apologize and offer to buy me some Naruto DVDs (Too. Fucking. Expensive. Who do they think they're kidding!? I'm not made of yen!! Haha, I should write that down. My IRC friends would love that one.) As I took out my IRC notepad, my mom started to cry. She's an emotional wreck. I don't know why, I'm the perfect son. I finish my meal and rush to IRC. Ah, yes. Steelicks is on. He may torment me endlessly but I know that he loves me. I know it. How could he not? I'm Sanders. PArt 2 comin soon hope ya'll like it.