Hello All!

In this first Edition of The Triple Zipper Thing, We will kind of get things rolling with an article from the Editor.

WHAT HAPPENED THAT NIGHT

The Simple Answer and the point of this Article is that you don't want to know.


(Please send any questions or complaints to the editor. All material sent in will be sorted and approved for Publication by the Editor.)

Hi nate! I have a question and a complaint. what on earth are you talking about? and why are you talking about it? :lol: just kidding! sorry Mr. Architect, but I didn't get it.... maybe you could explain........ <_< <_< ;)

hey thomas, the truth to the story is... that you basicly had to be in the tent to get the joke! the tent consisted of Tim G. Nate G. Fransisco, and myself... yes a combination of pure trouble right there.... our tent had 3 zippers, and we all HATED it!!!!!!!!!

oh ok! that explains it! thank you for enlightening me! oh yeah, that definitely is trouble! I guess that I'll be looking forward for the second issue! :lol:

Or own the tent, that stupid piece of junk...

Which reminds me of the second edition topic:


Why did we end up using that tent?


Well, it started out harmlessly enough. Luke said, "I have a tent that is too big. You have a tent that is just right. We only have four people, and this is a seven person tent."

Little did we realize, but WE had four people too. And we got stuck with the Triple Zipper Thing. But that is not the end............

Actually we only had three, and someone else brought a tent into your campsite, which i didnt see.

Ah, an excuse...but no matter:


The first two night were harmless enough.....just as harmless as four rowdy boys can be. but it was the fourth night that was exciting.....

The suspence is killing me!!!!! what's so exiting. :)

A resident of the next tent over,
Paul

The suspence is killing me!!!!! What's so exciting? :)

A resident of the next tent over,
Paul

wait a sec... that's not pj is it? or a clever impersonator?

No, it isn't pj. Who is he anyway? My name is Paul and I did sleep in the tent next to you guys along with Adam and his dad.

No fooling,
Paul

ah, I think I'm getting it, you're not a minnesotain, are you?

Why yes, I have been blest to be able to live in "God's country". :P :D :lol:

A loyal Minnesotain,
Paul

ooooh, that Paul, I see, but don't you know that the real Pauls live in Wisconsin though? ;)
~Green Bay Packer Paul

(sorry for hijacking this thread guys ) :D

Yeah! Hellooooo!?

Well, you guys may think this is exciting and all that, but are you prepared for what is to Come????


The Fourth Night

All was going well, Hubly was back among our company once again (don't ask where he was) and our conversations drifted from the deep to the mundane, from the...well never mind. Our conversations aren't as important as what happened next.......

Now for a brief interlude:

The Ice cream Parlour


In the town of sleepy eye that night, a solitary man walked into a building that looked from the outside to be an ice cream parlour....little did he know the It was really a tent shop. As he went in, he thought "I Hate that triple zipper thing."

Hey this topic rules. I laughed all the way to the last reply. Hey guys, did we not laugh our heads off that night of the random "flushetarian" conversations? lol

Lone schoenstattier in the islands...

Francisco

P.S. Yes, I remember Tim saying the famous quote: "I hate that Triple Zipper thing." lol

Finally a response.

Now for the next great chapter of the saga.

Back at Schoenstatt on the Lake

Back at camp, We had all settled our tent exchanges, and were busily getting ready for camp. Camp went by uneventfully....almost. Come Friday night, all the threads started coming together. The Flushetarian was on the loose....

Oh man. If only we had known what was gonna happen that night lol!

His work was but a moment's thought....and it was done....would Schoenstatt on the Lake survive the attack?

After the attack at Schoenstatt on the Lake, there were a series of unidentified flushetarian sightings or UFS's all across the Sleepy Eye area. Neighbors and authorities alike complained about flooding toilets and plumbing damages. It would take a brave few to stop such a force...

Thank you Francisco.


For those who do not know who the Flushetarian is, you will have to wait while I digress into the intriguing matter of the Corn Field. Do not be unduly alarmed. All information is subject to rigourous screening by the new regime.


One night, around the Fourth of July observed (The Monday after the fourth of July), A solitary man walked through a cornfield in Sleepy Eye Minnesota whistling a blues tune. Suddenly ten cloaked men approached him accompanied by some epic music...in their hands were curved Scimitars and their feet made little noise. The man was scared, but he was used to this. After all he was in Sleepy Eye. This was run of the mill....or was it.



Let me build community as Joseph did.

By any chance Nathaniel, did these cloaked men bear the white hand of Saruman on their foreheads? Haha!

Why do you insist in calling me Nathaniel? Was it since I became the Tyrant of Randomosity? Or are you just finally giving me the respect I deserve.

the Man had a shotgun, but against black-cloaked figures it didn't seem to account for much. He had to try anyway. he shot again and again in hopes of executing his fears, but again and again the figures continued to advance. It seemed hopeless. Then he saw the center...

Well my dear friend...Nathaniel is your name isn't it? Besides, when have I ever disrespected you my good sir?

I believe I may have to edit your post. In other words TAKE IT OUT. It is an untimely piece of lettering which does not belong here.

Then again, this is Randomosity.


The Triple Zipper Thing Continues...

Suddenly, the man in the Corn Field, pulled out a sawed-off shotgun, and started shoot. Fortunately, the cloaked men did not have AK47s up their sleeves. The man fired round after round and reloaded and reloaded, but the men continued their advance. The man started to despair....

I am very glad that the editor/writer of "The Triple Zipper Thing" is back to writing! however, I do believe that your last post was simply a revision of the one about three posts above it... but whatever, as long as your back its all good! Keep it up O Architect of Schoenstatt!

In the MTA,
Thomas

...And so he ran. if you have ever tried running through a cornfield in Sleepy Eye at night with numerous cloaked figures chasing you, you realize that it is not a very safe or enjoyable practice. In fact, it may be deadly.

he chose this moment to go jump in a lake. Fortunately, there was a rowboat there. He of course put on his life-jacket and started rowing across. He looked back and saw the dark figures in a huddle at the edge of the lake. He heard o strang gurgling sound and suddenly he realized that the Lake was draining...

Hmmm. Ah, Kevin, your in trouble now by Nate. This is his story. Did you hear about his regime and the people he has with him? Well, all I can say is just watch your back, or rather, watch out for your head! :ph43r: :o :blink: Nate, Kevin is now in your hands. You take care of this business with Kevin. I have warned Kevin and you now can take action according to the rules of your regime.
D.J. -_-

uh. No. I didn't hear about that, better check...
I'll be fine. Nate doesn't DARE! :ph43r:

whoa! dude! I never got the lifejacket joke until just like a week ago at the speakers showcase after your sisters speech! hahahha... that's a good one... :P :D :lol::lol::lol:

BTW Vinnie, I just dared. I deleted your post. WOOPS that'll teach you to finish my story for me.

To continue...

The Lake continued draining, and the man thought "Oh no, now the cloaked men will get me! What should I do?" Now at this moment, you would expect a small voice in his head to say "The Plug!!!!" or "Remember the Flushetarian Code." or something like that, but unfortunately, in his youth he had become so self sufficient that he had banished his small voice, and flushed it down the toilet.

His whole life flashed (or rather flushed) before his mind's eye.

As a boy, he had been moderately good in school, had been a crack shot at the shot gun and had nothing ever happen to him. I mean, he lived in Sleepy Eye, for goodness sake. But then, the Flushetarians came. They presented themselves as plumbers, but underneath their innoccent (?) cover, they proclaimed to be protectors of the universe.

Later, the man found out what they really were, after he had joined up. They were dedicated to the overthrow of humanity. Were these cloaked men members of the Flushetarians? And if so, they had changed tactics. And where was THE Flushetarian? That powerful man who went by the name of Julius Caesar....

No rebellious comments please,

carry on. B)

Hahaha!!! :lol: Right on Kevin!!! :lol: That's hilarious!!! :lol:

Btw Nathaniel, good job! Keep up with the story! I'm loving every bit of it and it is hilarious!

Dano :D

What did Kevin say anyway? And why did Nate delete the post?

None of your business. Its a mere memory.

Carry on.

Well, Kevin ended the story in a post by saying something like this, "So the person drank the water up and got away" or something like that. And since this is Nate's story he deleted that post. Now do you got it? or no?
Dano

Ahem, it's a mere memory that you would do well to forget Danno,

carry on.