Voting for 500 Work Contest

Ok so a little while ago I started a goofy writing contest and a few people entered. I can't make up my mind as to who is the winner so I am going to have all of you vote.<br><br>Rules<br>-Don't vote for your friend just because they are your friend. Vote because they have the best writen work.<br>-No voting for more then one person<br><br>What you have to do is...<br><br>you have two options you can ether post who you want to vote for on here or message me with your vote. <br><br>Qustions<br><br>"Do I get anything for voting?" <You<br>"No." <Me<br>-Cry- "Why not?" <You<br>"Because I am mean" <Me<br>-Beg- "Aww come on!" <You<br>-Glair- "No" <me<br>-Wine- "Why Not?" <You<br>"Shut up." <Me<br>"Ppppleassseee"<You<br>"No" <Me<br>"Bbbuutttt..." <You<br>-Ties lips into safety knot - skips away whistling- <Me<br><br>Entrants and there writing<br><br><span style="text-decoration:underline"><span style="font-weight:bold">riK 9-5</span></span><br><span style="font-size:75">Eating cheese gives me this crazy high. I'm totally serious! Like when I have it, I never have enough, and I'm always hoarding it, saving it for later - like how jaguars drag kills into trees to save them to eat? yeah, that's me and cheese. My favorite thing to do is get a bunch and cube it and put it in waterbottles - totally portable and easy to reseal! I have this one - it's pink. I got special glittery ink and decorated it so everyone knows it's "RIK's CHEESE," and won't take it. I seriously need it everywhere I go - I get kind of snarky and grumpy when I've gone too long without my cheese....</span><br><br><span style="text-decoration:underline"><span style="font-weight:bold">Brittsy</span></span><br><span style="font-size:75">My pink water-bottle goes everywhere that I go. There is not a single possibility that you can find me without it. Some call me weird, some say that I am quite snarky. <br>But there is, indeed, a reason behind this behavior. You see, I am burdened with a very strange condition. The local doctors have not yet found the source of the problem. <br>To cut a long story short, on certain Sunday afternoons, I fall into a crazed sort of high. If I were to put the experience in words, I feel as if I am sitting upon the tallest tree. And then, just like that, everything begins to swirl and contort. I begin to see visions of cheese. Yes, you heard me. Cheese. <br>Provolone, Brie, Swiss, Danish Blue, Mozzarella. <br>My mouth starts to pour floods of saliva, my eyes take on a glazed state. Running down the streets, maniacally listing all sorts of cheese is not an uncommon occurrence around these parts. It wouldn’t be too disturbing, if I didn’t do it naked. <br>They call it Cheese Vision. The only cure would be to drink a litre of melted, smelly cheese each night at exactly 7:22 pm. Sometimes, it is hard to remember to take my cheesy medicine. I have even gotten it inked on both palms of my hands to remind me. <br>I wonder if I will ever be rid of my Cheese Vision.</span><br><br><span style="text-decoration:underline"><span style="font-weight:bold">woospecker</span></span><br><span style="font-size:75">I like pineapple. alot. pineapple is nice especially when they are cut into decagons and have little chewy <span style="font-weight:bold">water bottle </span>segments in. I have a friend called Bob. Bob hates pineapple, especially the ones cut into decagons with the chewy water bottle segments in. I think Bob is weird. HOW COULD HE NOT LIKE PINEAPPLE? Bob likes crunchy, gungy things better. His favorite thing to eat is the congealed<span style="font-weight:bold"> Ink </span>from under the toenails of a <span style="font-weight:bold">snark</span> monster. He gives it to me when i go round to his house for tea, served mouldy and scented from the 100 day old breath of a snark monster. This, he calls 'a rare delicasy' because there is only one snark monster in the whole land of <span style="font-weight:bold">cheese</span>puffs. Thats another thing. Cheesepuffs. They grow on bushes and <span style="font-weight:bold">trees</span> where i live with the unicorns. Im allergic to them, which is why im friends with Bob. because we are both weirdos, me because my face is always sky blue <span style="font-weight:bold">pink</span> and the size and shape of a fire hydrant, and Bob because his house it on top of Gerard the giraffe's head and he doesnt like pineapple. Which is weird.</span><br><br><span style="text-decoration:underline"><span style="font-weight:bold">History Maker</span></span><br><span style="font-size:75">I'm very sorry. I really mean it. How could I know a Water Bottle can do that much damage to the wall? And, my brother was the one that quished the Cheese flat and left it on the High chair. Honest. But the Tree... Um, I was trying to use up the rest of my paint. I can't help it that it was Pink; that's my favorite color. I just thought the tree needed so sprucing up. (ha ha) Oh, and the ink in the carpet; it's washable, I think. "Don't look at me with that Snark on your face!" Ha ha! Snark. "What did you say?" Uh oh, here we go again.</span><br><br><span style="text-decoration:underline"><span style="font-weight:bold">VampireVenome</span></span><br><span style="font-size:75">My Pet Cheese is getting moldy. *Cries* So I decided to try something new so i ground it up into a powder and tried to Snark it...That was not such a good idea. It tried to get in a fight with a Pink and Purple Telephone pole. What was i to do? I grabbed my trusty Watter Bottle and had to climb very High up a mountain... then on the top of the mountain i had to climb up the tallest Tree i could find. When i got there Cheese had already goten away from a bear by squirting wierd moldy cheese Ink in his eye and stombing the bears paw with his high heels and devilishly good charm... then he ran.</span><br><br><span style="text-decoration:underline"><span style="font-weight:bold">Tiffer</span></span><br><span style="font-size:75">One day I was walking down the street which that day it was quite dreary. Which made me be very mean also snarky. Then my friend Peter walked by me. He was where some nice pink high heels. Which made made him look very much like a girl. He has been acting weird ever since he ate that nasty blue-green cheese. “That restaurant should make some better cheese “ said the very nice dog. <br>Who was quenching his thirst by drinking out of that nasty old water bottle. There was some smeared hard to read words. But you could barely tell what it said. So I was being nice and grabbed an old water dish and wrote in black ink Sammy's bowl on it. As I carried the dog in. There was a nice old fat and bright yellow bird in the tree. He came up to the window. He ramed his head into the window. We think that the windex had the high window to clean again.</span><br><br>Rike 9-5 -1-<br>Brittsy -3-<br>Woodpecker -0-<br>Historymaker -0-<br>VampireVenom -0-<br>Tiffer -0-