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Monday, July 2, 2012


Sometimes I'm really sick of my life. Just hear me out, okay?

My parents are some of the strictest people around, and I'm too much of a wuss to not do any of the things they tell me to do. I'm basically Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes because I've got no other choice. Heck, I barely see my parents as it is anyway, and they're always away on business trips or something.

The neighborhood kids are all some of the most irritating people I could ever know.

The two friends I've got can really tick me off. One of them is dumber than dirt, and the other cares so much about money that he has us do whatever he wants us to so that he can make a pretty penny. I still can't believe I've gone along with his schemes, and the other guy is just too dumb to care about what he's doing for the little money grubber.

The idiot has a sister of his own who's a little brat in every sense of the word. If she doesn't get her way then nobody's happy. She hangs out with this other kid who I swear is gay. He's as much of a pansy as I am, and I'm pretty sure the girl only hangs out with him because she can control the guy. A paper cut to him is like a gunshot wound to anybody else.

There's also the punk who never stops picking on my two friends and I. He taunts us all day long in that stupid cap of his. The girl of *my* dreams is always flirting with him, but the jerk is too obsessed with his own bike to notice her. Just about all of the guys in the neighborhood would love a kiss on the cheek from her but she doesn't care about us nearly as much as we do for her. I know I wouldn't have a chance even if she did stop going after that red-capped no-good biker-jerk, since I'm such a socially awkward loser.

We've also got the backwards country boy who's from some place weird place in Europe. You could hand him a calculator and he'd think you gave him something straight from hell. His parents have him so sheltered that the fields and the animals on their little farm (in the middle of a suburb!) are his only real friends. I don't think they even like him, either; he isn't exactly the nicest to his animals, and his methods for farming and caring for them are very...unusual.

Finally in the neighborhood there's another stupid kid who's practically the outcast of us all. He likes to dress up like some sort of superhero in his free time, and he really gets into it. Way too into it. The funniest part? He talks to wood like it talks back to him. I wish I was kidding with you, but I'm not.

Anyway, Ed, Eddy, and I are always running around the cul-de-sac, scamming the neighborhood kids for quarters and always trying to get some jawbreakers.



I watched the Ed, Edd, n Eddy movie the other day and really starting missing the shows. I'm sure something like this exists out there somewhere (there's one for Pokemon's Ash Ketchum, but I can't find it right now), but I don't know if anybody's done one for Double D yet. So here it is.

I've got another Ed, Edd, n Eddy story idea, but it's not planned out and I obviously have to wait a little bit before throwing something like this at you again. If you don't know Ed, Edd, n Eddy, well, that stinks. Sorry.


  1. Cu-u-u-te! I (still) love that show! But, what about the Kanker Sisters?

    (Saw your comment on ASP, followed the link to your DA account, followed the link here. Cheers!)

    1. Thanks! I wasn't sure how I wanted to add in the Kankers, and I thought the story was already a bit obvious enough as it was without adding them in.

      (I think I've started linking to this blog from my more recent comments on ASP...cool to see someone that isn't part of my immediate friend-base commenting! Thanks!)