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I’ve kind of been thinkin’ about doing this story for a while, but then quite a few LOTR spin-off type stories were posted so I decided to throw it out now. Just don’t shoot the timid little thing.
Anyway,
Long, long ago (as usual) many Prings were crafted (Prings, you see are middle-earth name for Pots of Pringles).
3 Prings were given to the Elves, those of Plain, Salt ‘n’ Vinegar and Cheese and Onion.
5 Prings were given to the Dwarf lords, those of Paprika, Cheese ‘n’ Chive, Barbeque, Chicken and the Crinkle cut.
9 Prings were given to mortal men, doomed to die and their flavours were secret and righteous.
But, unknown to anyone, 1 more Pring was crafted by the Dark Lord himself, in the rusty remains of Mt. Loom. This Pring ruled all others, and it’s flavour - Hot ‘n’ Spicy.
But, in a black and terrible war, the Dark Lord lost the Pring and it was lost for ages upon ages.
And, on an adventure previous to this, one small Flobbit found the Pring and, dying of hunger, tasted a small part. The taste was too strong for him and burned his stomach, but it also made him invisible and this, he liked.
This tale tells what happened next, many years after that one Flobbit found the Pring, and what adventures it caused.
Staring a little know cast of:
Dodo - the Pring-bearer. Small, stupid, flightless.
Wise Sam - Said to be, be upon questioning an answer of “Hmmm, Hmmmm. Come back in a week. And bring some radishes” was more likely
Pipein’ - As a child glued a pipe to his mouth, can only communicate through whistles.
Merry - on happy-pills.
Grandalf the Gay - His grand, his name’s Alf and he is stupendously gay.
Legless - the drunkard elf.
Glumly - a manic-depressive dwarf.
Aaragrown - he did, and he’s big.
Borrowmine - always lending things out
Sawaman - he claims he did, no-one believes him.
Soreone - the Dark Lord, still a bit peeved over loosing his Pring.
And many more persons to meet along the way.
Should I bother to write this?
Cheers,
FFF
Anyway,
Long, long ago (as usual) many Prings were crafted (Prings, you see are middle-earth name for Pots of Pringles).
3 Prings were given to the Elves, those of Plain, Salt ‘n’ Vinegar and Cheese and Onion.
5 Prings were given to the Dwarf lords, those of Paprika, Cheese ‘n’ Chive, Barbeque, Chicken and the Crinkle cut.
9 Prings were given to mortal men, doomed to die and their flavours were secret and righteous.
But, unknown to anyone, 1 more Pring was crafted by the Dark Lord himself, in the rusty remains of Mt. Loom. This Pring ruled all others, and it’s flavour - Hot ‘n’ Spicy.
But, in a black and terrible war, the Dark Lord lost the Pring and it was lost for ages upon ages.
And, on an adventure previous to this, one small Flobbit found the Pring and, dying of hunger, tasted a small part. The taste was too strong for him and burned his stomach, but it also made him invisible and this, he liked.
This tale tells what happened next, many years after that one Flobbit found the Pring, and what adventures it caused.
Staring a little know cast of:
Dodo - the Pring-bearer. Small, stupid, flightless.
Wise Sam - Said to be, be upon questioning an answer of “Hmmm, Hmmmm. Come back in a week. And bring some radishes” was more likely
Pipein’ - As a child glued a pipe to his mouth, can only communicate through whistles.
Merry - on happy-pills.
Grandalf the Gay - His grand, his name’s Alf and he is stupendously gay.
Legless - the drunkard elf.
Glumly - a manic-depressive dwarf.
Aaragrown - he did, and he’s big.
Borrowmine - always lending things out
Sawaman - he claims he did, no-one believes him.
Soreone - the Dark Lord, still a bit peeved over loosing his Pring.
And many more persons to meet along the way.
Should I bother to write this?
Cheers,
FFF
I've just realised how much I can't be bothered to write this.
Maybe next year sometime.
I'll just have to write some more reviews instead and win something for them.
No rest for the amazingly talented members of this place.
*sigh*
Maybe next year sometime.
I'll just have to write some more reviews instead and win something for them.
No rest for the amazingly talented members of this place.
*sigh*
Don't write it, save yourself some of your life, you want to enjoy the time you have, don't write it, you won't have much time, time is important, as hope is...
*pop*
*er-no's head fills the forums*
*pop*
*er-no's head fills the forums*
lol, write a bit!
And what of the mighty, god-like everybody-loves-him totally amazing Strider???
I was really trying to think of the other Pringles names. but my brain wouldn't work.
Oh, well.
Oh, well.
And what of the fabled Pizza Pringles???
Man that post was original!
sorry, I know you explained yourself, but someone had to say it.
sorry, I know you explained yourself, but someone had to say it.
FinalFantasyFanatic wrote:
> Should I
> bother to write this?
Yeah! But call it : "the goat, the gad and the snuggly". Please, no one else will........
> Should I
> bother to write this?
Yeah! But call it : "the goat, the gad and the snuggly". Please, no one else will........
I’ve kind of been thinkin’ about doing this story for a while, but then quite a few LOTR spin-off type stories were posted so I decided to throw it out now. Just don’t shoot the timid little thing.
Anyway,
Long, long ago (as usual) many Prings were crafted (Prings, you see are middle-earth name for Pots of Pringles).
3 Prings were given to the Elves, those of Plain, Salt ‘n’ Vinegar and Cheese and Onion.
5 Prings were given to the Dwarf lords, those of Paprika, Cheese ‘n’ Chive, Barbeque, Chicken and the Crinkle cut.
9 Prings were given to mortal men, doomed to die and their flavours were secret and righteous.
But, unknown to anyone, 1 more Pring was crafted by the Dark Lord himself, in the rusty remains of Mt. Loom. This Pring ruled all others, and it’s flavour - Hot ‘n’ Spicy.
But, in a black and terrible war, the Dark Lord lost the Pring and it was lost for ages upon ages.
And, on an adventure previous to this, one small Flobbit found the Pring and, dying of hunger, tasted a small part. The taste was too strong for him and burned his stomach, but it also made him invisible and this, he liked.
This tale tells what happened next, many years after that one Flobbit found the Pring, and what adventures it caused.
Staring a little know cast of:
Dodo - the Pring-bearer. Small, stupid, flightless.
Wise Sam - Said to be, be upon questioning an answer of “Hmmm, Hmmmm. Come back in a week. And bring some radishes” was more likely
Pipein’ - As a child glued a pipe to his mouth, can only communicate through whistles.
Merry - on happy-pills.
Grandalf the Gay - His grand, his name’s Alf and he is stupendously gay.
Legless - the drunkard elf.
Glumly - a manic-depressive dwarf.
Aaragrown - he did, and he’s big.
Borrowmine - always lending things out
Sawaman - he claims he did, no-one believes him.
Soreone - the Dark Lord, still a bit peeved over loosing his Pring.
And many more persons to meet along the way.
Should I bother to write this?
Cheers,
FFF
Anyway,
Long, long ago (as usual) many Prings were crafted (Prings, you see are middle-earth name for Pots of Pringles).
3 Prings were given to the Elves, those of Plain, Salt ‘n’ Vinegar and Cheese and Onion.
5 Prings were given to the Dwarf lords, those of Paprika, Cheese ‘n’ Chive, Barbeque, Chicken and the Crinkle cut.
9 Prings were given to mortal men, doomed to die and their flavours were secret and righteous.
But, unknown to anyone, 1 more Pring was crafted by the Dark Lord himself, in the rusty remains of Mt. Loom. This Pring ruled all others, and it’s flavour - Hot ‘n’ Spicy.
But, in a black and terrible war, the Dark Lord lost the Pring and it was lost for ages upon ages.
And, on an adventure previous to this, one small Flobbit found the Pring and, dying of hunger, tasted a small part. The taste was too strong for him and burned his stomach, but it also made him invisible and this, he liked.
This tale tells what happened next, many years after that one Flobbit found the Pring, and what adventures it caused.
Staring a little know cast of:
Dodo - the Pring-bearer. Small, stupid, flightless.
Wise Sam - Said to be, be upon questioning an answer of “Hmmm, Hmmmm. Come back in a week. And bring some radishes” was more likely
Pipein’ - As a child glued a pipe to his mouth, can only communicate through whistles.
Merry - on happy-pills.
Grandalf the Gay - His grand, his name’s Alf and he is stupendously gay.
Legless - the drunkard elf.
Glumly - a manic-depressive dwarf.
Aaragrown - he did, and he’s big.
Borrowmine - always lending things out
Sawaman - he claims he did, no-one believes him.
Soreone - the Dark Lord, still a bit peeved over loosing his Pring.
And many more persons to meet along the way.
Should I bother to write this?
Cheers,
FFF