This isn't mine, a guy in a GB Chat about footy, memes, and Britain, oh and also random rubbish like this:
The Snow That Flurried Like Talking Bears is a "great " plot for an upcoming movie from the director Mr. Sprongsteen. The Title doesn't make sense, although it's some pseudointlectual poetic rubbish type name, and the plot is "good". Here you have it,folks:
William The Conquered looked at the minuscule guillotine in his hands and felt barmy.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his dirty surroundings. He had always loved damp Madrid with its forgotten, faffdorking fields. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel barmy.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Snoop Dogg. Snoop was a cowardly animal with wide lips and hairy moles.
William gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a hopeful, snooty, tea drinker with curvy lips and moist moles. His friends saw him as an ancient, alert academic. Once, he had even helped a gloopy owl recover from a flying accident.
But not even a hopeful person who had once helped a gloopy owl recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Snoop had in store today.
The snow flurried like talking bears, making William ecstatic.
As William stepped outside and Snoop came closer, he could see the crooked smile on his face.
"Look William," growled Snoop, with a deranged glare that reminded William of cowardly hamsters. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want a resolution. You owe me 7116 gold pieces."
William looked back, even more ecstatic and still fingering the minuscule guillotine. "Snoop, eat my shorts," he replied.
They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two mashed, mammoth monkeys sitting at a very tactless carol service, which had trance music playing in the background and two tactless uncles sleeping to the beat.
William studied Snoop's wide lips and hairy moles. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm afraid I declared myself bankrupt," explained William. "You will never get your money."
"No!" objected Snoop. "You lie!"
"I do not!" retorted William. "Now get your wide lips out of here before I hit you with this minuscule guillotine."
Snoop looked concerned, his wallet raw like a bitter, breakable book.
William could actually hear Snoop's wallet shatter into 7116 pieces. Then the cowardly animal hurried away into the distance.
Not even a cup of tea would calm William's nerves tonight.
Taken from plot-generator .org.uk