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# Shun-Blackpool

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1. >You are Sharpie
2. >And following acliched incident that need not be explained, you are now on earth, with your new buddy, Anon
3. >It's mid September
4. >Anon has spent the day washing his car
5. >You weren't allowed to help, because you kept getting your glittery wing dust all over it
6. >You hardly saw the problem, you thought it made it look pretty
7. >But, there was water involved
8. >You really didn't like water
9. >Or getting wet
10. >And both Anon and the car seemed to get really wet
11. >Why did the car need washing anyway? It was only going to get dirty
12. >You give up trying to comprehend why Anon pays his car almost as much attention as you
13. >Instead, you're watching TV and eating a cardboard box
14. >Cardboard was really dull, and tasted of, well, cardboard
15. >Conveniently, you'd found some honey in the cupboard and livened it up
16. >Living life on the culinary edge
17. >Yeah, no, that Gordon from the television would probably call you a "Fucking shit fuck useless cunt fuck can't fucking prepare shit cunt food FUCK." if he saw what you had created
18. >Anon wanders in, breaking your train of thought
19. >That should be braking. That shit was already off the rails and ploughing through a field of goats, he was bringing it to a stop.
20. >Anon is wet.
21. >Had you pointed out to yourself that you didn't like water yet?
22. >Or had you pointed it out to Anon?
23. "Eww, Anon you're all wet! Stay away from me!"
24. >He frowns at you
25. >"I still don't get how you can be afraid of water."
26. >You scrunch your nose up and object to his statement
27. "I'm not afraid, I just... don't like it?"
28. >He lunges towards you with his wet arms outstretched and you jump back
29. >"Yeah, whatever."
30. >You pout.
31. >Anyway, I'm taking you to Blackpool tomorrow to see the Illuminations."
32. >That was a big word
33. >One you'd not heard before
34. "Illumininishuhns?"
35. >You couldn't even say it
36. >"Lights"
37. >You loved lights
38. >Like more than anything
39. >Ever
40. >You inform Anon of this
41. "I LOVE LIGHTS MORE THAN ANYTHING EVER!"
42. >"I know you do"
43. >He smiles at you and you attach yourself to his leg
44. >His leg is wet
45. >Eww
46. >Anon goes upstairs to get dry and change his clothes
47. >Whilst you wait for him, you watch Jeremy Kyle and finish your cardboard
48. >But you were super excited
49. >Like bouncing off the walls excited
50. >But only metaphorically
51. >Because if you were actually bouncing off the walls you'd get dust everywhere, and Anon would chase you with the broom and make you clean it up.
52. >And possibly beat you. Lovingly, if that was possible
53. >Eventually, Anon came back down and you set off for Blackpool
54. >The journey itself was uneventful, and went on for a few hours
55. >It was dark by the time you reached Blackpool
56. >The place still looked like a proper shithole though
57. >The Illuma-illuni- lights were hanging above the road on the seafront
58. >(Ewww water)
59. >They were in the shapes of all sorts of things, and flashed in different patterns
60. >This would've been great
61. >But it wasn't
62. >Anon wouldn't let you out of the car
63. >And the car was in a traffic jam
64. >It took what seemed like days to get to the end of the two mile stretch
65. >The most interesting bit was when a tram caught fire and a fat bloke put it out with an extinguisher
66. >Anon apologised to you afterwards for forgetting how shit Blackpool was
67. >You stopped for a crafty Maccas on the way back
68. >Maccas had really good fries
69. >Anon bought you an LED torch from a petrol station to make the day up to you
70. >You loved the torch
71. >You loved Anon
72. >They day hadn't been that bad after all
73. >You nuzzle Anon's cheek and rest your head on his shoulder, watching the headlights on the other carriageway
74. >Eventually, you drift off to sleep, with Anon stroking your mane

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>You are Sharpie >And following acliched incident that need not be explained, you are now on earth, with your new buddy, Anon >It's mid September >Anon has spent the day washing his car >You weren't allowed to help, because you kept getting your glittery wing dust all over it >You hardly saw the problem, you thought it made it look pretty >But, there was water involved >You really didn't like water >Or getting wet >And both Anon and the car seemed to get really wet >Why did the car need washing anyway? It was only going to get dirty >You give up trying to comprehend why Anon pays his car almost as much attention as you >Instead, you're watching TV and eating a cardboard box >Cardboard was really dull, and tasted of, well, cardboard >Conveniently, you'd found some honey in the cupboard and livened it up >Living life on the culinary edge >Yeah, no, that Gordon from the television would probably call you a "Fucking shit fuck useless cunt fuck can't fucking prepare shit cunt food FUCK." if he saw what you had created >Anon wanders in, breaking your train of thought >That should be braking. That shit was already off the rails and ploughing through a field of goats, he was bringing it to a stop. >Anon is wet. >Had you pointed out to yourself that you didn't like water yet? >Or had you pointed it out to Anon? "Eww, Anon you're all wet! Stay away from me!" >He frowns at you >"I still don't get how you can be afraid of water." >You scrunch your nose up and object to his statement "I'm not afraid, I just... don't like it?" >He lunges towards you with his wet arms outstretched and you jump back >"Yeah, whatever." >You pout. >Anyway, I'm taking you to Blackpool tomorrow to see the Illuminations." >That was a big word >One you'd not heard before "Illumininishuhns?" >You couldn't even say it >"Lights" >You loved lights >Like more than anything >Ever >You inform Anon of this "I LOVE LIGHTS MORE THAN ANYTHING EVER!" >"I know you do" >He smiles at you and you attach yourself to his leg >His leg is wet >Eww >Anon goes upstairs to get dry and change his clothes >Whilst you wait for him, you watch Jeremy Kyle and finish your cardboard >But you were super excited >Like bouncing off the walls excited >But only metaphorically >Because if you were actually bouncing off the walls you'd get dust everywhere, and Anon would chase you with the broom and make you clean it up. >And possibly beat you. Lovingly, if that was possible >Eventually, Anon came back down and you set off for Blackpool >The journey itself was uneventful, and went on for a few hours >It was dark by the time you reached Blackpool >The place still looked like a proper shithole though >The Illuma-illuni- lights were hanging above the road on the seafront >(Ewww water) >They were in the shapes of all sorts of things, and flashed in different patterns >This would've been great >But it wasn't >Anon wouldn't let you out of the car >And the car was in a traffic jam >It took what seemed like days to get to the end of the two mile stretch >The most interesting bit was when a tram caught fire and a fat bloke put it out with an extinguisher >Anon apologised to you afterwards for forgetting how shit Blackpool was >You stopped for a crafty Maccas on the way back >Maccas had really good fries >Anon bought you an LED torch from a petrol station to make the day up to you >You loved the torch >You loved Anon >They day hadn't been that bad after all >You nuzzle Anon's cheek and rest your head on his shoulder, watching the headlights on the other carriageway >Eventually, you drift off to sleep, with Anon stroking your mane