
My friend
Vlad tagged me with a tag story. I'll give this a try, thanks dude :)
To my friends whom I'll be tagging, please read the rules :)
Rules for the Tag Story:
#1 You have to copy the whole story with the links of the people that wrote before you (all the people, not just the person ahead of you) .
#2 When you start the TAG Story you have to give your trackback link (you have to say who gave you the tag and copy the whole story from his blog on your blog).
#3 You have to continue the story from the place where the person left it .
#4 After you have finished writing your part of the story (you can write it in any language) place your blog's link at the end so everybody can know who wrote that little piece of art (and also to make it easier to track other versions of the story) .
#5 Give the TAG to someone else . And remember , the more -> the merrier !
#6 Enjoy !
The story
Is it me ? Is it you ? Is it him or her ?
No ! It's us ...
He had everything going for him ... He never wasted any opportunity . The best part of it all was that no matter what she said , no matter how she said it , it always made him laugh . He didn't even know why , he just laughed his head of whenever he got the chance .
Most of you probably think that he was on pot , but was he ?
Of course he was doing drugs , no woman can ever be that funny !
His name is Alberrt.
Alberrt is the weird type of guy who laughs when no one's around. People gave him the this-guy-is-weird look that made him a noticeable person in the crowd. People criticized his actions to be distasteful to which they concluded that he was on drugs. But what were they gonna do if laughing is one of the things he loves the most.
Alberrt's closest friends never find this weird for they enjoy having him in their group pranks, gimmicks, hang-outs, and group study. Yes, Alberrt is quite a nerd in his own way. You wouldn't expect this from a cool-sociable-nerd like him... 'till you see his bedroom.
There's a whole side of his room, across his bed, that was once a place for his television, was replaced with a burly, burnished, man-made shelf from the Philippines. It is filled with books particularly in business, arts, and fiction. One after the other, he took great care of them by covering them with plastic covers, arranging alphabetically and according to their respective genre's.
The addiction all started when his parents bought him a book for his 11th birthday entitled "Greek Mythology" by Edith Hamilton. As soon as he saw the gift, his eyes were wide-open, jaw-dropped to his amazement. He kissed and thanked his parents and jumped and skipped and jumped even more all the way to his room, opened the door and locked it from behind. He was surely ecstatic to which his parents was still clueless about. Maybe he was interested to read about the Greek gods or to Odysses' adventures. Whatever the reason may be, we'll just never know what it is. (Boris @
http://oh-wheezers.blogspot.com/)
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