Courageous Kurt Angle by Story Generator



= Courageous Kurt Angle =

== A Short Story by Anonymous == Kurt Angle had always loved hilly Twitch with its ice-dancing, icy igloos. It was a place where he felt anxious.

He was a courageous, brutal, port drinker with brunette legs and wide toenails. His friends saw him as a damaged, determined deity. Once, he had even helped a pongy old man cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.

Kurt walked over to the window and reflected on his deserted surroundings. The moon shone like partying giraffes.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Kez. Kez was a funny banker with moist legs and tall toenails.

Kurt gulped. He was not prepared for Kez.

As Kurt stepped outside and Kez came closer, he could see the raw glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want Internet access," Kez bellowed, in a daring tone. He slammed his fist against Kurt's chest, with the force of 2476 bears. "I frigging hate you, Kurt Angle."

Kurt looked back, even more angry and still fingering the ribbed gun. "Kez, I don't have the money," he replied.

They looked at each other with lonely feelings, like two prickly, petite pigeons skipping at a very scheming disco, which had jazz music playing in the background and two generous uncles gyrating to the beat.

Kurt regarded Kez's moist legs and tall toenails. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered Kez.

"Please?" begged Kurt with puppy dog eyes.

Kez looked sneezy, his body blushing like a purple, pleasant piano.

Then Kez came inside for a nice glass of port. THE END