Do you guys know who Charlie MCdonnell is? What about charlieissocoollike? They're the same people. What about Stickaid? The 24hr live show to raise money for Unicef? Well, Charlie and his friend Myles were hosting this year's Stickaid.
The viewers we're asked to submit challenges for Charlie and Myles to preform, along with a donation.
One of the challenges was for Charlie and Myles to switch clothes, and if you knew how HOT Charlie was you'd have your eyes glued to the screen. Just like me.
After they did the challenge Tom Milsom improvised a song from a fangirl's perspective about Charlie and Myles stripping down. It goes like this:
OMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGOD
Charlie took his shirt off and it was really really hot.
OMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGOD
Charlie took his shirt off and it was really, really hot.
(myles took his shirt off as well)
OMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGOD
Charlie took his trousers off and it was really really hot.
Look at his pasty white legs, they turn me on so much.
I'm getting wet down here, i'm getting wet down here.
Omigod look at Charlie, look at his pasty legs.
Omigod he's so nerdy and beautiful
Omigod what's myles doing...something
omigod look at charlie, he's so cute omigod i love him
omigod who's that presenting
i think it's that guy with the purple hair, no it's blue,
the one with purple hair is Tia
omigod charlie's so attractive
i love you charlie, i love you, charlie i love you charlie
.....oh it's frozen..OH NO IT'S BACK!
OMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGOD
charlie's legs
OMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGOD
his hair, and his glasses, and his face, and his words,
oh his words, they're quite quiet. and he dosen't say as much as i'd like
but even so when he does its nice
i love charlie, oh i looove charlie.
and if you say that it's impossible to love someone you've never met
well i'm telling you i love someonr i've never met
yeah im telling you i love someone ive never met
it's totally possible to love someone you've never met
OMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGOD
It's CHARLIEISCOCOOLLIKE!
HE'S SO COOLLIKE!
OMIGODOMIGODOMIGOD
look at his arms he looks like hes never been out in the sun
24 hours, i can't wait for the next one.
I think Tom has AMAZING. Stickaid had currently raised 19,779.00 pounds. I watched all 24 hours. And i actually was thinking what Tom was singing.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
The Key
Mail.
Some people send it.
Some people reveive it.
I send it and receive it.
Hi. My name is Ben. I’m not what you would call lonely, but I have few friends. I’m a carpenter. That’s cool huh? I work with hammers, nails, screws, and glue. HA! Just joking, I’m a baker. You know that bakery down the main street that leads you to the ocean? Yeah, I work there. It’s called Mainstreet Bakers. It’s an old fashioned kind of bakery. I actually don’t bake, I send mail. Like bills, fan letters (yes, fan letters), that kind of stuff. It’s kind of fun, because I work late and when the bakers go home, I take a few cookies. A boy needs his food, don’t judge me, yet.
So one day I was sorting the letters, and I came across a letter that was kind of heavy for a letter. I’m not really supposed to open the mail, but I did anyway. When I opened the letter I found a key. Strange, I thought. It also contained a folded piece of paper that said MAP labled on the front. It also had a note, the note read:
Dear Mainstreet Bakers,
Even though this letter is addressed from Fine Sugar , it’s actually not from them. I’d rather not tell you who I am, for reasons. You must take the key, and map enclosed in this enveope and go to the place marked on the map. You might find this task difficult, but your bakery depends on it.
Sincerely,
“John”
Who’s John? I thought. As I unfolded the map, I realized it wasn’t a map of the town, it was a map from Texas. Texas? How can the bakery depend on something that’s in texas, If we’re in Canada? Weird, I thought. I took the key and put it on my keychain, and headed to see my boss. As I walked throught the dark, muggy hallway. I realized the door was locked. It usually isn’t locked. So I knocked on the door. He didn’t reply. I knocked again, but harder this time. No reply. So I walked right in. He was sleeping. Typical. He’d also turned off the lights. So your allowd to sleep, but I’m not? God, I want to quit. But course I can’t because I just had to oped that supid letter, I thought, I hate my life. Finally he wakes up, he looks embarassed.
“Oh, umm. Hi, Ben. Can I help you?” He said, sleepily.
“Yeah, Does this business have any connection to someone in Texas named ‘John’?” I asked, using the hand quotations when I said John.
“Maybe. Why?” He was very quick on saying that…
“Uh, because we got a letter from a Guy calling himself John, saying that I have to go to Texas with a key and map. And I don’t know what to do.” I pretended to start to cry, maybe he’ll feel bad for me.
“Well then. You have to promise not to tell anyone about this. Our bakery is having money problems. This guy named Johnny took 10,00 dollars after I fired his 5 years ago. This John person is actually named Greg Peirce. He was one of my best friends. He tried to stop Johnny from taking the money, but he got shot in doing so. He’s too scared to get the money back, so he sent this letter to you. I tell him about all my new employees" He said, he was deffinatly worried.
I thought for about two seconds before saying,
“I’d be happy to help you.” Shit…
“Why not,” he said, “your the only employee I got anyway. Just follow themap, and keep your cell phone on you al all times. Here,” He handed me a gun. “ learn how to use it.”
"Oh god, a gun? Why a gun? Why not a knife? What if I accidentally shoot someone? What if I shoot myself?”
“Weren’t you listening? Johnny has a gun. You might as well have one too.”
~
When I got home, I wanted to tell my Mom and Step-dad that I had to go to Texas. I walked in the front door, and dropped my school bag on the floor. My mom hates that, but it’s instinctive.
“MOM !!! GLENN!!! I’m home…Anyone home?”
Oh well. I tried. I went into the kitchen to get a glass of strawberry milk. Evere since I was little, I’ve always hated strawberry milk. Until grade four. One day in grade four this fatt bully, Steven, forced me to drink strawberry milk or he’d kill me. So I did, and I liked it, but I didn’t tell him that. End of story.
Anyway, I went over to the cupboard where we keep our strawberry syrup and I saw another note. Another one? Jezz, I thought.
Ben,
Went to get groceries back soon
Mom and glen.
Okay, I guess I’ll have to tell them at dinner.
Some people send it.
Some people reveive it.
I send it and receive it.
Hi. My name is Ben. I’m not what you would call lonely, but I have few friends. I’m a carpenter. That’s cool huh? I work with hammers, nails, screws, and glue. HA! Just joking, I’m a baker. You know that bakery down the main street that leads you to the ocean? Yeah, I work there. It’s called Mainstreet Bakers. It’s an old fashioned kind of bakery. I actually don’t bake, I send mail. Like bills, fan letters (yes, fan letters), that kind of stuff. It’s kind of fun, because I work late and when the bakers go home, I take a few cookies. A boy needs his food, don’t judge me, yet.
So one day I was sorting the letters, and I came across a letter that was kind of heavy for a letter. I’m not really supposed to open the mail, but I did anyway. When I opened the letter I found a key. Strange, I thought. It also contained a folded piece of paper that said MAP labled on the front. It also had a note, the note read:
Dear Mainstreet Bakers,
Even though this letter is addressed from Fine Sugar , it’s actually not from them. I’d rather not tell you who I am, for reasons. You must take the key, and map enclosed in this enveope and go to the place marked on the map. You might find this task difficult, but your bakery depends on it.
Sincerely,
“John”
Who’s John? I thought. As I unfolded the map, I realized it wasn’t a map of the town, it was a map from Texas. Texas? How can the bakery depend on something that’s in texas, If we’re in Canada? Weird, I thought. I took the key and put it on my keychain, and headed to see my boss. As I walked throught the dark, muggy hallway. I realized the door was locked. It usually isn’t locked. So I knocked on the door. He didn’t reply. I knocked again, but harder this time. No reply. So I walked right in. He was sleeping. Typical. He’d also turned off the lights. So your allowd to sleep, but I’m not? God, I want to quit. But course I can’t because I just had to oped that supid letter, I thought, I hate my life. Finally he wakes up, he looks embarassed.
“Oh, umm. Hi, Ben. Can I help you?” He said, sleepily.
“Yeah, Does this business have any connection to someone in Texas named ‘John’?” I asked, using the hand quotations when I said John.
“Maybe. Why?” He was very quick on saying that…
“Uh, because we got a letter from a Guy calling himself John, saying that I have to go to Texas with a key and map. And I don’t know what to do.” I pretended to start to cry, maybe he’ll feel bad for me.
“Well then. You have to promise not to tell anyone about this. Our bakery is having money problems. This guy named Johnny took 10,00 dollars after I fired his 5 years ago. This John person is actually named Greg Peirce. He was one of my best friends. He tried to stop Johnny from taking the money, but he got shot in doing so. He’s too scared to get the money back, so he sent this letter to you. I tell him about all my new employees" He said, he was deffinatly worried.
I thought for about two seconds before saying,
“I’d be happy to help you.” Shit…
“Why not,” he said, “your the only employee I got anyway. Just follow themap, and keep your cell phone on you al all times. Here,” He handed me a gun. “ learn how to use it.”
"Oh god, a gun? Why a gun? Why not a knife? What if I accidentally shoot someone? What if I shoot myself?”
“Weren’t you listening? Johnny has a gun. You might as well have one too.”
~
When I got home, I wanted to tell my Mom and Step-dad that I had to go to Texas. I walked in the front door, and dropped my school bag on the floor. My mom hates that, but it’s instinctive.
“MOM !!! GLENN!!! I’m home…Anyone home?”
Oh well. I tried. I went into the kitchen to get a glass of strawberry milk. Evere since I was little, I’ve always hated strawberry milk. Until grade four. One day in grade four this fatt bully, Steven, forced me to drink strawberry milk or he’d kill me. So I did, and I liked it, but I didn’t tell him that. End of story.
Anyway, I went over to the cupboard where we keep our strawberry syrup and I saw another note. Another one? Jezz, I thought.
Ben,
Went to get groceries back soon
Mom and glen.
Okay, I guess I’ll have to tell them at dinner.
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