My Funny Picture

How good of a writer am I? (funny)?

Do you think I'm a good writer? I got my picture with Ronald McDonald after a Christmas parade in my town and I posted it on myspace with this story I made up. I got some comments on how great of a writer I am. Is this good writing? I like writing funny stuff like this :) Ok, so I was bored just sitting at this Christmas parade when Ronald McDonald rode by on a Segway. So I was like 'Holy crap look out!' because I had seen the Burger King on a roof with a 50cal sniper rifle. I jumped up to ronald and pushed him off of his scooter. The bullet ricocheted in my chest seven times before piercing my heart. It was then that out of the corner of my eye I saw the Wendy's girl (Wendy) running at Ronald with her french fry chain gun screaming 'EAT MY FROSTY'S RONALD!'. I jumped on the Segway and charged at her narrowly dodging each fry exploding with such great force out of the twisted device, buzzing by my head like a thousand angry africanized killer bees. I ran over the little witch, putting her food company out of business forever. I picked up the gun, aiming it carefully at the top of the Burger King's nasty little hideout where he had tried to pick off his arch nemesis just moments before. I saw something move, I fired a fry. The Burger man was no more, putting his business out of commission forever as well. But then I saw it. The white beard, the large glasses. No... It couldn't be. No, it was impossible. It was Colonel Sanders. I told Ronald 'Run. Now. Get as far away as possible!' I yelled this because I realized something. The Colonel was a terrorist. Yes I had put all the pieces together at once in this critical moment in time. The man had one hundred and twenty pounds of explosives strapped to his chest. But this fat old man stood no chance, considering that I always carried around a spare grenade in my sweatshirt. I pulled the pin and threw the exploding little ball of doom. At least, it was Colonel Sanders doom. I ran into the McDonald's behind me before the explosion. Just before Sanders met his maker the Arby's oven mit and the Carl's Jr. star came out to see what all the ruckus was about. Everyone was destroyed. The only people living were me, Ronald McDonald, and the McDonald's building with everyone inside of it. Ronald was on the floor crying and I asked him why. He said "I freakin' love you man!" Then Caleb took a picture with my phone so I posted it on Myspace. http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u220/magnet_eater/IMG00061.jpg Oh and I was wondering what style of writing I have?

Public Comments

1. it has potential. your style of writing is simply your own. it has a humorous feel to it definately, with a side of satire. good draft.