After having a sit down with GodMother BlackBetty, Brie heads to the streets for an important announcement. She gathered a couple of milk crates that were laying next to one of the local shops stacking them not once but twice. Just to make sure that everyone was able to see her.

" Ok everyone in light of today being Tetley's birthday we have decided to do a little something else on top of all the fun that is already going around."

Brie pulled out a folded piece of paper from her pocket and began to look it over:

" We have decided to see what you all are capable of as a writing perspective. As you all know this is a day that isn't seen quite often in this word and we want to see how creative you can be to expressed a congratulations to Tetley. You can do what ever you like as long as you follow the rules:"

1. Use all the words given to you. There will be a word bank at the bottom all 11 of the words will need to be used.

2. Make sure that when you use the word you highlight it in some manner.

3. You need to make sure to stay under 100 words, no more then 100 will be accepted.

4. No more then 2 entries per person.

Let's again see your glorious talents put on display here. All stories will judged after the competition is over by the same dedicated group of fake professors that BlackBetty found. The best 3 we will be selected and then some monetary prizes for the winners will be given out.

Here are the 11 words that you need to use, if you don't use all of them you will be disqualified:

Teabagged, nub, noob, fuckerish, flash, fire, Tetley, Success!, brew, cuppa, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

The competition will run until 23 May 00:00.

TLWolf was sitting in front of his gun shop, following up on the final small things before the opening, when he noticed Brielle stacking up some old milk crates and getting on top of them to make an announcment. He asked one of his guards to go check what she will say. A while later the guard came and explained the whole thing.

He smiles, he recalls that on his way to work earlier today he saw a poster for a Poetry competition also for Tetley. It looked like a big party being prepared. Maybe later there will be free girls too.

Maybe he should start writing a story, he knows he is good with writing.

Here's my entry, hate it or love it either way it's a entry.

The supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Tetley was walking down the street after he had thrown his morning cuppa in the face of some filthy nub. Everyone knew Tetley had a thing for gravy, some might even call it a fetish. As he once flash(ed) in front of a gravy maker. There was a fire building up inside Tetley, he had been without gravy for too long because a fuckerish noob had a kept him preoccupied with some strange brew. One day Tetley had enough so he teabagged the noob and yelled Success!, and ran off with the gravy, they lived happily ever after. 

Cookie comes stumbling in wildly screaming at Adorkable to get some clothes on as he hiccups not realizing where he came into, seeing people telling stories and having a merry old time Cookie remembers one quite story he was quite fond of.  With a hiccup again and a chuckle as he sees AliceLombardi chasing around Adorkable holding Adorkables panda pajamas, he pulls out his notebook where the story was scribbled down at and speaks up.

Godfather Tetley had always loved wild Chicago with its perfect, petite parks. It was a place where he felt surprised.

He was a tactless, brave, whiskey drinker with solid legs and tall thighs. His friends saw him as a mushy, magnificent monster. Once, he had even saved a resonant old man that was stuck in a drain. That's the sort of man he was.

Godfather walked over to the window and reflected on his old-fashioned surroundings. The drizzle rained like bopping monkeys.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Sharon Superhalk. Sharon was a predatory queen with pretty legs and beautiful thighs.

Godfather gulped. He was not prepared for Sharon.

As Godfather stepped outside and Sharon came closer, he could see the amused glint in her eye.

Sharon glared with all the wrath of 6602 greedy delightful dogs. She said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want To teabag you."

Godfather looked back, even more unstable and still fingering the tattered sausage. "Sharon, Is that real leather," he replied.

They looked at each other with concerned feelings, like two grim, giant goldfish gyrating at a very wild birthday party, which had trance music playing in the background and two forgetful uncles hopping to the beat.

Godfather regarded Sharon's pretty legs and beautiful thighs. "I feel the same way!" revealed Godfather with a delighted grin.

Sharon looked angry, her emotions blushing like a blue, blue-eyed banana.

Then Sharon came inside for a nice glass of whiskey.

THE END

Getting nothing but silence he bows and chuckles as he puts the notebook away and takes another swig of spiked milk he goes sprinting outside to chase after all the tail running around on the yacht.

Stumbles back in to give one more, well explained shorty story while not 100 words he spills its anyways.

Sat cross legged and peering those small round serial killer spectacles of his, Tetley sipped his cuppa whilst toying intimately with the Scarin effigy lampshade in the middle of the table.

A high pitched voice yelled from the kitchen area of the bedsit..................Would you like a crumpet with your tea sir?

Aye, why not. I might as well be fed whilst I wait, he replied.

Sitting patiently he waited for the two bit nub commonly known as Tyler to show his face. He could hear the water in the shower, the incessant farting as he dropped his liquefied bowel contents down the pan, and the singing...........oh the fuckerish singing....................Tyler hadn’t a tuneful song in that soft ugly head of his unfortunately and had even less rhythm. Tetley waited.

Very nice crumpets, he remarked as he delicately dabbed his lips with a pure white linen napkin soaking up the hot melted butter that ran from them.

Mind if I poke your fire ma’am? Asked Tetley, which brought a wry smile to the face of the little old lady.

It’s unusually cold for May don’t you think? He said as he thrust the hard steel tool deep into the hot sizzling bed of fire.

Tyler was still in the bathroom, spraying something. Possibly a French concoction laced with essence of noob, an intoxicating brew by any ones standard. The clock ticked on the mantle piece and Tetley checked his watch against it………………..another five minutes and his four hours will be up he thought to himself…………….Fuck that Tyler he thought to himself as he removed his weapon and sat admiring its size and cleanliness.

All at once, Tyler emerged in a Flash. Wearing a pin stripe suit and a kiss me quick hat and smelling like BlackBetty’s boudoir on a Friday night he ran towards the door, dodging past Tetley. Luckily, Tetley was still stroking his piece and raised it aloft, aimed and fired.

Success! he cried at the top of his voice.

Tyler lay motionless on the kitchen floor, muttering something about Madam Lavina Crane and a horse named Izzy as the life slowly ran from his body. Tetley knelt over him and whispered slowly into his ear………………..Teabagged.

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious……………………were Tyler’s last words allegedly.

I once knew a fuckerish feller that teabagged himself the the freshest cuppa brew using nothing but a nub for an arm. The noob started a fire and with a flash Tetley appeared to steal the fine tea.

Success!

Tetley walked out of the ablazen flash and turned back to the paraplegic.

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious mother fucker.

Tetley tipped his hat to the man and walked off sipping the tea.