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Well now I'm just turning this into a thread for us to either:

A. Post actual papers on here for us to edit for you as a serious critique
B. Post papers meant to be made fun of, such as the one above, and the one i'm about to post.

The following "paper" is a story I just found that I wrote for my senior year english class dated April 19th 2002. I don't remember what the assignment was (I think it was supposed to be a parody on a fairy tale), and I hope I didnt turn it in, and if I did, I can't believe I didn't get suspended. This is unaltered from the original copy. Enjoy.






Little Red Riding Ho’


One day Little Red Riding Ho’ came home from a hard day on the streets, only to find her mother waiting for her. “Remember Little Red Riding Ho’, today is when you take the percentage of your earnings to your boss, Mr. Johnson.” “ Fo sho Mama, I’ll go over there right away!” So Little Red Riding Ho’ put on her bright red feather boa, and set out across town to report to her pimp when she passed an undercover cop on the corner, disguised as a hobo. “Hello Little Red Riding Ho’, where are you headed today?” he asked. “Well hello mister hobo, I was just headed over to my workplace”, she replied. “Where do you work?” inquired the masquerading hobo. “I work for Mr. Johnson, you know, the local pimp? I was just headed over there to give him his percentage of my earnings.” She said. “Oh”, said the hobo, who then bolted off across the alley and jumped a fence. “Well that was awfully strange,” thought Little Red Riding Ho’ “He probably just went looking for some food or something.”

So she continued along her errand, not thinking anything else of the situation. Meanwhile, the undercover cop was halfway across town in his car, and soon arrived at Mr. Johnson’s house. He didn’t have a warrant, but he didn’t have time to stop by the station for fear that Mr. Jackson would steal his case. That would make it the fifth time this month. He just couldn’t let that happen. So when he got to the pimp’s private residence, he busted in the place, and started shooting everybody. Not only was there a prostitution ring going on, but there were also poor foreign children making drugs for Mr. Johnson. The undercover cop began to ponder on why it was necessary to kill those kids too. But he didn’t think about it too much, he had to wait for Little Red Riding Ho’ to arrive so he could arrest her.

But little did he know that Little Red Riding Ho’ was outside and heard all the gunshots, and had gathered a small army of prostitutes armed with 9’s. They came in the back and took the cop by surprise, and after a short gunfight the cop was soon dead. Turns out not all of the drug lab was ruined, and Little Red Riding Ho’ took over the prostitute operation, and everybody lived happily in the ghetto forever after.

The End



Wow.

[ September 13, 2004, 11:42 AM: Message edited by: Mr. Blonde ]

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