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Crumble Cookie Crumble: Legend of The Lady Killer Part 2

 So,for those who have been waiting for this(although I doubt you are out there),your thirst for the new CCC has been cured! Yay! * throws sparkles everywhere and streamers*   I have been writing and rewriting this for about 2 weeks now due to everytime I write this on wikia it glitches and has to restart.Depending on when I get this out it will probably be a couple days since I have began this. >.< You know,after the first couple of times you could have just switched to Google docs or ya know Microsoft Word. Screw you! D: I do my best. Do you really? Any other human being with a brain cell would have problem solved and switched to something else.Yet you kept doing it over-several times. I guess Neanderthals still do exist in modern society. …



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 These events and situations are (hold on lemme bold it) TOTALLY ABSOLUTE SUPERCALIFRAGICLISTICESPICALLIDOSHIOUSLY TRUE and have been in no way fabricated for entertainment or tampered in anyway. When you read this you may think:There is no way this is needed you aren't THAT unlucky. If you think that,oh boy:

  You dont know how wrong you are



The Journey to Greatness

 The journey,in between the beginning and the end result of pure awesomeness, is often a long and hard road with a few roadblocks here and there.Unfortunately my journey happens to have a BUNCH of roadblocks,like every 10 minutes or so. You see,I know I am destined for Greatness,but apparently life hasn't gotten the memo yet.



<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> Lets go back a couple years,I’m about 13 years old going on 14. Now I know you guys are used to this,handsome,smooth talking devil that you all love and adore. Alas,I wasnt always like that. Tall,lean/muscular,Moca Chocolate,and sexy; used to be: short,uncoordinated and skinny,almost white,and dorky. I know it is hard to believe,but please stay with me. If I am Superman now,I was Clark Kent back then. No,I didn't wear glasses but I was just that klutz who no one took seriously. I was pretty small too,only standing at 5’3” or so.Girls werent exactly lining up to date me. I was completely flustered when I talked to them,and would often attempt to approach them and trip or something embarrassing before I even get within 5 feet of them.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> My first real crush I remember was on this Mexican-white mixed girl that went to my middle school.And dear looord was this girl fine. Lets call her,Isabelle. Isabelle was probably the hottest and the most popular girl in our grade,along with one of the nicest. I was head over heels with this girl, I would(which I have never done before at that point) do stupid things on purpose just to see her smile. The problem was-she only dated athletes,which made sense as she was on the cheer team. The last 3 boyfriends she had all were on the football team. So what do I do? Well I attempt to join the football team. Of course they denied me with a first glance,most of the team laughing at me as I walked off. I was determined to do at least one sport. So I try the baseball team. Denied. Basketball? Denied.Soccer? Denied.At that point there was only two things I could do:Join the chess team,or look for something that you dont need any natural talent in at all or at least can be covered up so I dont get denied instantly.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> The next day I am auditioning for the spot of school mascot.Yeah,dorky right? It was the only thing I could do to get close to a sport or involves physical activity. I am there with about 10 other guys,all taller than me and a lot more athletic than I am,probably having the idea of getting close to the cheerleaders. AND THESE GUYS COULD DANCE. I mean like each one of them had training or something.I don't know why but I just assumed that I would be the only one there and would win because of that;but these guys were like Blue Man Group,Chris Brown dancing.The girls had a part in choosing the new mascot,rating them and talking it over with the other girls. Before I knew it,it was my turn. I am basically dragged to the stage(we were in auditorium) and put on a pedestal for everyone to go. I remember thinking,’alright you got this’. Long story I didn't have it. It must of been the most hilarious thing to ever see,a midget dancing in a tiger costume,to which I can basically hear the whole cheer team laughing at me.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> OH IT GETS BETTER. The Tiger costume that we each were given was about 3 sizes too big and so was the head,so I couldn't see anything in it.So I’m just getting my groove on and stuff and all of a sudden I am falling and for a second I cant see anything. When I come too I can hear everyone crowding around me,and someone tugging on the helmet I wore. I sit up extremely fast and shake my head,a little disoriented.The first thing that anyone says is “Oh cool. He’s alive.” I ask what happened and they said that I have been out cold for about 10 minutes. APPARENTLY while doing my sick dance moves I moved too close to the edge and fell off the stage.They were ready to call the ambulance(to which now that I think about it they should have done earlier).I take off the helmet and the first thing I say,”So did I get the part?” Everyone laughed,to which I laughed to out of embarrassment.Even the coach bellows a hardy laugh along with them,and even when I stopped they kept going. And going. And going.Annnd going.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> I didn't get the role.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:'TrebuchetMS';font-weight:bold;font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">But I guess thats just how the cookie crumbles.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> <h2 dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">To le Viewers! Hey guys! Remember to comment below on what you guys want to see me write about next time,when I see that a topic or situation is popular I'll do it! Tell me what was your most embarrsing things you have done when trying pursuing love. I'll make sure to give you a shoutout in the next edition of CCC Dont be afraid to tell me what you think too! And as always,*leaps into convertable and puts on a pair of shades*  have a nice day.