A Piece of RJ History: The Very Old Man Stories by HarryReems

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    Originally by HarryReems

    Chapter 1

    In a small magical village, there lived an old man.
    One night he was sitting in his favorite chair, watching anime.
    All of a sudden, he heard a noise that sounded like this: "Ooooaaaaagghhooooo..."
    It was right outside his house!!

    The very old man, walked over to the door and opened it. Guess what he saw?
    It was a criminal who wanted to come inside his house. Guess what the old man did?

    The old man shut the door very fast, and said, "get out of here or I'll call the police, and they'll throw you in a well."

    The criminal hated water, so he left the old man alone.


    The End.



    CHAPTER 2

    The very old man rolled around in his bed. Sweat was shooting out of his face and armpits like a fire hose. He normally didn't do this, but tonight he was having a very bad dream. It involved monsters.

    In the old man's dream, he was being verbally abused with racism by a demon. The demon was cruel and bad. The old man was crying so loud. He hated being mistreated by idiots.

    Right after the demon said, "You are a crying old man who is dumb.", the old man got angry. He usually never got angry. The old man said, "Stop dissing me, please!"

    Right then, the old man woke up. "What a terrible dream.", he said. Then he got up and threw a baseball at his dog's face.

    The End.


    CHAPTER 3

    After the very old man had finished his breakfast of raisins & almonds, he got dressed and went outside. He had decided to work in his garden today.

    "Oh, goody goody gum-drops. I love working in my good, green garden.", said the very old man. His mustache flopped around in the wind, because he was so happy. His plants loved him, because he nourished the soil with his tender fluids.

    "Oh no...", said the old man. The old man had seen something weird in his garden, and it scared him. He brushed the dirt off the thing, and held it up. Guess what it was? It was drugs!

    "This is a bag of cocaine. Oh my God.", said the old man. "I better throw this in the trash."

    After the old man threw all the cocaine in the garbage can, he went back outside and got stung by a hornet.

    The End.


    CHAPTER 4

    The very old man was in his bed, dreaming of sweet plum syrup, as usual. He was very happily dreaming, when all of a sudden he was woken by a loud sound! Can you even guess what it was? It was teenager music with cusswords involved!

    The old man sat up in his bed and looked out the window. Out in his driveway was a car with teens inside!! This music could be heard all across the old man's property: "Yo, I did it all for da nookie ya dogg, so take some cookies, and stick them in my ass. Stick them in my ass. Insert them cookies in my ass!"

    "Good heavens!", said the very old man. "What in the dickens is going on?" The very old man put on his Burts Bees Birkenstocks and went outside.

    "You teens please get out of here! I'm trying to sleep!", the old man said to teens.

    The rebellious teens looked at the old man and said, "Take a chill pill, you very old geezer. We've got teen girls in here, and we're necking with them. Don't be tripping."

    The very old man could not believe how mean the teens were. Mean teens, he though. The very old man went inside his house, opened up a coffee can, and went back outside. The old man threw a live rattlesnake into the teens' car and walked back inside. He could hear the teens screaming.

    The End.


    CHAPTER 5

    The very old man was getting bored of watching TV. Even though Classic Nickelodeon(Nick) was on, he thought it was time to do something different. He shut off the TV, and thought about what to do.

    "Oh! I know what I can do.", said the very old man. "I'll go check my mailbox."

    The very old man walked outside, and opened his mailbox. Inside the mailbox, there were 5 letters and 1 package. "Oh goody goody gumdrops! I love getting packages.", said the old man.

    He looked at the letters. They were all bills. The very old man tore up the bills and threw them in the road. The very old man stroked the package, and ran inside his house.

    When he opened up the box, the very old man got very surprised!! Guess what was inside? A mason jar full of blood, of course. "Jimminy Christmas! Who sent me this jar of blood?", said the old man.

    The old man looked for a return address, but could not find one anywhere. The old man unscrewed the top of the jar, and drank all the blood. When he was finished, he threw the empty jar out in his yard, and turned on his TV.

    The End.


    CHAPTER 6

    The very old man was rubbing his stomach in a circular motion. Do you know why? Not cause he had a tummy-ache. No way. He was just really hungry.

    "Goodness, golly! I sure am hungry as the dickens!", said the old man. "I wonder what I have to eat."

    The old man looked in his cabinets. Nothing. he looked in his refrigerator. Also nothing. What was he to do?

    Then he remembered something! The old man ran downstairs to his basement. he tripped over a plastic skull, stepped on a paper airplane, and opened an old chest. Inside was a can of Hormel Chili and 14 black widows. The old man grabbed the Hormel Chili and ran back upstairs.

    After warming it up in the microwave, he sat down at the table and poured the chili all over his face. 92% got in his mouth. 7% got on his kneecap. 1% got eaten by a bug. After he was finished he went outside and made some weird oinking noises.

    The End.


    CHAPTER 7

    The Very Old Man was walking around in circles outside his house. He was also smoking cigars. He had some very important business to take care of on this day. What kind of business do you think it was? Collecting acorns for the market!

    People in his town gathered daily at the market, to sell various items. Most people sold delicious treats, such as fruits and vegetables. Sometimes CiCi's Pizza. The Very Old Man made and sold acorn muffins.

    He was having a hard time finding good quality acorns today. It made him say "Darn" six different times. Just when he was about to give up, he thought he smelled an acorn. Probably a big one.

    "Hmmm, smells like it's coming from over there.", said the old man. He threw his cigar in a pile of dried leaves, and headed in the direction of the acorn scent. "Sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff.", said his mustache.

    The very old man followed the smell into a cow pasture. In the middle of the cow pasture, he saw a house that only a hobbit could live in. The old man walked over to the house, and smashed out a window with his fist. He then stuck his arm through the window, so he could unlock the door from the inside. It wasn't even locked. Oh well.

    The old man kicked the door in, and said, "Hello. I smell acorns in here. Is anyone home? I'm the Very Old Man."

    Just then a little fellow came waddling down the hallway. It was Warwick Davis. "What in heaven's tits do you think you are doing? Get out of here.", said Warwick.

    "But I thought there were some acorns in here. I need them. Oh ok?", said the old man.

    "You bet your ass there's acorns in here. Now get out.", said Warwick, "Come back again, and I'll break your back like Bane."

    "Alright. See ya LOL.", said the old man. He turned around and went back home.

    The End.


    CHAPTER 8

    The Very Old Man was very rarely in an angry mood. Today was different. The very old man was angry. He was also these: sad, mad, not-glad, and cold. Wanna know why? Because he was frozen in a block of ice.

    That's right. The very old man was frozen in a huge block of ice, like Han Solo. He couldn't believe how cold it was in the ice. The very old man really wanted to get out.

    How did the very old man get stuck in a block of ice? Easy. He was walking up the mountain, when he found a cave. He went in the cave, and it got really cold. The very old man had heard a rumor that diamonds & gold grew in very cold caves, so he walked deeper into the cave. Before he knew what was happening, he was stuck in a block of very cold ice. He couldn't think of one way to get out.

    The very old man was about to cry, when he saw someone coming. It was a large, hairy form that walked towards the block of ice. The very old man couldn't believe it. It was a real yeti.

    The yeti looked at the ice-block with the old man inside, and said, "Hey, what are you doing in there? Is that cold?"

    "Yes, can you get me out?", said the old man. "I'm cold, and this ice is cold."

    The yeti thought very hard about how he would get the old man out of the ice. The yeti said, "Hmmm...I think I can get you out. But if I do, you have to live here and you can't wear any clothes."

    The very old man said, "Okay."

    The End


    CHAPTER 9

    The sun was shining in the very old man's bedroom. There were also a thousand birds chirping, and some hairy old rooster was crowing outside. The very old man yawned and stroked his mustache.

    "I better get out of bed and do something productive today", said the very old man, "After all, today is a very special day. It's Angelina Jolie's Mongolian infant's birthday."

    The old man got out of his bad, washed his face, brushed his tooth, and went to the kitchen. "For a day like today, I will need a breakfast full of vitamins and energy.", He said. "I know. Flakes!"

    The very old man made a breakfast of Lord Flakes, Billy Juice, and a bag of potato chips. When he was done eating, he threw his bowl and cup on the floor. He needed space on his table to draw important plans. Today the very old man was going to build a space ship.

    After 3 hours had passed, the old man had completed his blueprints. He was very happy with his final design. He said to himself, "This space ship will be capable of flying and landing on the sun." The sun was his favorite planet. He didn't care much for the moon.

    When the very old man was done building his ship, he took a step back to admire his hard work. His space ship was a cardboard box with an American flag duct-taped on the side. "Okay, I'm almost ready.", said the old man. "Just needs some gas." The old man poured some malt liquor in the gas tank.

    The old man sat down in the seat, buckled his seatbelt, and pressed the "fly" button. Then he flew into the sun and landed on the least hottest part.

    The old man thought he saw an alien looking at him.

    The End.


    CHAPTER 10

    The Very Old Man kicked his door in and set down his grocery bags on his table. "The grocery store was very busy today. I had to go get the essentials. No way around that." said the very old man.

    The very old man had bought 15 bags of orange cheese popcorn. It wasn't for him. You wanna know why? Cause the very old man hated popcorn. He bought this popcorn for his pets to eat. His pet fire ants loved to eat orange cheese popcorn. They were very picky about orange cheese popcorn. It had to be the brand with the clown holding a shotgun on the package. It was called "Uncle Oily's fine-powdered orange cheese popped kernels corn". It was 3 dollars per bag, but the very old man knew it was important to buy good quality pet food.

    "I know you are hungry, my little babies," said the very old man, "Eat this all and your muscles will grow very strong by the stroke of midnight."

    The very old man tried to open the top of his ant farm. Didn't happen. The little door was stuck! It looked like someone had stuck a melted crayon right on the opening. "Oh no! I can't get it open. I don't want my precious fire ants to get deformed from malnutrition.", he said. "I have to act fast, or forever hold my peace."

    The old man tried again to scratch off the melted crayon. It didn't work. He tried using a level 5 kitchen dagger, and even that didn't work. The very old man picked up the ant farm and smashed it on the floor. Ants and dirt went all over the place. "There we go. Now for your food." said the very old man.

    The very old man opended each bag of popcorn and dumped it all over the ants. "Eat it all, or you're in big trouble. Okay?" The ants said okay.

    Just then, the very old man heard something stupid from outside his house. It was hippies, and they were yelling something about organic hemp anti-war artschool funds. The very old man knew exactly how to handle this situation. He didn't want anything disturbing his pets while they were eating.

    The very old man went upstairs to his attic, and opened the window. He threw 5 pairs of blue jeans and an old Wal-Mart windbreaker at the hippies. They all got hit right in the face.

    The End.


    Coming soon!!!

    The Very Old Man V.S. King Gaylord of Fart Mountain!!!
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    Kinda like Shel Silverstein meets Stephen King.
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    How I miss HarryReems.
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    Now if someone could find that top ten list that one of them made...
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    I wonder if anyone has an archive of his Nintendo jokes.
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    pepsiru1es92 wrote:
    Now if someone could find that top ten list that one of them made...
    Top 10 list?
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    Yeah, It was posted in chit chat by a legion member, iirc. On second thought maybe it was Pixies. It was a list of truths about every RetroJunk member, saying things like every RJ member's dream is to become a super mod and other stuff. It got locked and deleted, but it was pretty funny. This would've been in 2008. Perhaps someone else remembers...
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    I do. It wasn't Pixies.
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    Took me a while to dig this up. Iis this what you're talking about, PR? The memories...




    In my years of browsing the internets, never have I come across such a diverse and eclectic group of people than at the retrojunk. Here now, I pass on my knowledge to you, the aspiring retrojunk user, in an attempt to educate a new generation in the ways of becoming a great member of this special site. Please note that I feel my findings are too important to wait several days for an article to be approved on the main page. In an effort to get this information to you, the retrojunk user in a timely matter, I am publishing the results of my case study here on the forums. I now present the definitive top ten methods for becoming a successful retrojunk member.

    10. YOU MUST HATE NEW CARTOONS
    That's right folks. The proper retro junkie hates all those new shows on Cartoon Network and Nickelodeon. If you loved Thundercats when you were 8, but hate Digimon now, you know full well it's not the fact that you're a grown up, it's the networks fault. Nothing says successful Retrojunk member like "Hi. I'm 30 years old and forming an online petition to bring back Johnny Bravo".
    yaynay

    9. YOU MUST NOT BE ABLE TO DRIVE A CAR
    Everyone knows that the successful retro junkie on the go is indeed not going anywhere unless his or her parents are driving. You can't spend 18 hours a day on Retrojunk if you're out taking driving exams, now can you? Repeat after me: "I am a member of Retrojunk. I don't need no stinking car". Good! You're now just 8 steps away from being the best damn Retrojunk member you can be.

    "My other car is also my moms Corolla"

    8. YOU MUST BE A VIRGIN
    Whoa there true retro junkie. I know you're thinking to yourself "wow, I'd sure like to know what a vagina feels like". Nonsense! Who needs that pesky interaction with the opposite sex when you've got 3 seasons worth of Animaniacs to watch on dvd? Am I right? This is where step 9 is very helpful. You can't meet up with the opposite sex if you don't have a car. And if you're not meeting up with the opposite sex, that's just more time to spend on Retrojunk! Now go masturbate into a sock!

    "Lotion makes my hand feel like a vagina....I think"

    7. YOU MUST STILL LIVE WITH YOUR PARENTS AND BE UNEMPLOYED
    This one is self explanatory. You can't spend the countless hours on Retrojunk if you have a job. In a perfect world maybe, but in the real world there is no "retrojunk browsing technician" position in the workplace. And you obviously won't be buying your own place without a job. So, perfect solution: live at home with your parents far into your adult years. If anyone asks what you do for a living, proudly say "I am a member of Retrojunk!"

    "My aspergers prevent me from working"

    6. YOUR LIFES GOAL IS TO BE A RETROJUNK MOD
    Once again, the previous steps will help you achieve this. No retro junkie wants to spend 3/4 of the day on Retrojunk for no good reason. Why not spend those countless hours telling other retro junkies like yourself how to post, all the while earning the respect and admiration of all of the other non-driving, cartoon loving virgins. Just remember, being a moderator on an internet forum is a position of great power. With great power comes great responsibility. Don't let it go to your head!

    SUPER MELONHEAD!

    5. YOU MUST DEFEND THE STAFF OF RETROJUNK UNTIL THE BITTER END
    Lets say one of the staff members here at Retrojunk has a nasty habit of creating and displaying animated child pornography. For the sake of this argument, we'll call him Edymnion. Or lets say that hypothetically, Vertex, aka Zach Boyet creates a sister site to retro junk displaying his completely tasteless pictures of himself giving a big thumbs up to a pile of recently executed Jews in a Nazi camp. Now the average person would say to themselves "wow, there are some sick fucks running this place". Oh, but not you true retro junkie. You come back with lines like "well, its ok, he was just coloring the animated kiddie porn for his friend" and the ever classic "he wasn't really there executing those Jews, that was just photoshopped". Ah yes true retro junkie. Nothing gets past you.

    "A shallow grave full of fun!"

    4. YOU MUST THINK THAT WRITING ARTICLES IS COOL
    So you've got countless hours from not working, driving or fucking to spend on retro junk. You can only spend so much time in the forums, right? This is where writing an article or two comes into play. You've got unlimited knowledge on the Legend of Zelda and the grammatical skills of a 3rd grader. Time to shine!
    Run on sentences? Check. Misspelled words? Check. Complete sodomizing of the English language? Check. Write on retro junkie...write on.

    "Finally! My Naruto fanfic is done!"

    3. YOU MUST THINK THAT UPLOADING FILES IS COOL
    Oh yes, writing an article is only the tip of the iceberg for the true retro junk experience outside of the forums. You've got countless hours of retro cartoons on video. Make that collection pay off! Lord knows you don't have any bragging rights until you can say "you know those 12 versions of the Japanese intro to Pokemon you just watched on the site? Those are mine!" Before long, you'll be joining the few hundred elite who can say they've uploaded over 50,000 intros.

    "1,546,987 and counting"

    2 YOU MUST THINK THAT ADDING QUOTES IS COOL
    You've spent countless hours watching episode after episode of retro themed tv, eh? Feeling like your head is going to burst with all the zany dialogue you've memorized? Hell man, for the good of retro junkies everywhere, start adding them quotes. Nothing says successful retro junkie like trying to fit 3 pages worth of cartoon script into a 2 inch wide box. Be sure not just to use your complete disrespect for the English language on your articles. Make sure all of your completely shitty grammar shines through here as well.

    {insert half a script here}

    1. DUMMDADADUMDADUMDUMDAAAAA
    Now, to present to the number one step to becoming a successful retro junk member, I give you the reanimated corpse of Dr. Sigmund Freud. Doctor...

    Sigmund wrote:
    Tank you, tank you. In my many years of studying ze retro junk, I have discovered zat there is one true step to becoming ze ultimate retro junk user. And zat is, you must have ze asspurgers. One can have some of ze other steps. One can have all of ze other steps. But one cannot be a truly retro junk until they have ze asspurgers, yes.


    "Perhaps ze asparagus represents repressed feelings for your mother, yes?"

    Thank you Doctor. Truly enlightening. Aspergers. Known to some as asparagus, to others as the ass burgers. No matter how you say it, this is the one true defining quality found in all successful retro junk members. Know that if you truly want to be a retro junkie, you too must come down with this fictional excuse for being an antisocial geek. Good night and God bless.

    "Tastes good and good for you!"


    Vertex: "Go fuck yourself, retrojunk."
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    ^ Sir, you are a good man.
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    Yes! That's awesome you could find a copy of it.
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    lol HarryReems was one of my favorite members of RJ.
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    Man that article was great.
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    I'd buy that for a dollar.
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    He sounds like a man of merit. I would like to share a bottle of bourbon with him and perhaps kill an oriental or two with my bare hands if time permits. Simple pleasures are all that "men of action" have.
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    Simple pleasures are the last refuge of the complex.

    - Oscar Wilde.
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