You put a smile on my face. A nice reprieve, since I’ve been crying over your other story.

hahaha
yeah, I really liked this too, which is saying something cuz i wrote it on my own.

Lovely characters here, and it’s good to know where the socks went.

Yay for pockets! =D

i wish i had some magic pockets. just for the stuff the kids take to the store and then once there, don’t want to carry anymore!

Hahaha, well my brother gave me the idea. I really badly wanted to participate and so I asked him, “where do you always find the things you lose?” and he said “in my pocket usually… it’s funny cuz even though I always find my stuff there, I rarely look there first.”

Thus, I wrote The Magic Pocket, but I thought it would be nicely ironic if we found the keys under the couch cushions like usual instead of in the Magic Pocket that was somehow conjured out of thin air…

I love the things that were pulled out the best! It’s those tiny things that cinch a story for me.

I try :P

haha this made me laugh.
pockets make me angry.

aww this is awesome
i love it :)

thanks guys, i really love comments.

no sofia not you too
oh how i have failed the league its sepeku for me now

MJY it’s spelled Sepuku and no, don’t do it.

I just figured since you and Mess and Elsha are awesome because you have the Featured spot like, reserved….

and I turned down the LoA sorta… figured if I had to join a league, i wanted one with low expectations that way I would never disappoint.

this is good but i was a little worried because when you annais nin types start talking about magic pockets i tend to blush a little
it was amazing though
hey it would be cool if it stood for league of fluggelhornery

annais nin types means what??

and I consider it a compliment that I made you blush.

and since out of all the instruments I do play, none of them are brass, “fluggelhornery” would be rather ironic considering it it is brass…

ummmmmm
congrats on featured, if you didn’t notice!!

esqueeze me?

:O ::gapes openly:: impossible.

:O

haha i just thought of a line from one of my favorite books, “i sat there gaping with my mouth open like some sort of fish” and then i realized I was actually gaping at a fish…

hahaha fish are great

I’m really more of a dog person, but I’ve owned more fish than dogs… considering I’ve only ever owned one fish and no dogs…. that fish lasted forever, dude.

uh oh it seems we’re getting off topic again….

it’s sort of on topic… I lost his food once. After three days we finally went out and got new food. After we came home with the food I went to go sit on the couch and I felt something hard under the cushion… what do you think I found?

THE FOOD

werd. His bottle of food was poking me in the ass. I was so angry at my couch for eating it all. If I could have, I would have shoved my couch into the Magic Pocket.

i wish i had a magic pocket

me too. Just think of all the things you could put in it! And how you would never really lose things because they would all magically appear in the pocket! …or under the friggin couch cushions >_>

i don’t believe in couches.

then what do you sit on? and what eats your fish food? and where do your keys go when you lose em?

i sit on my bed and my fish eats his fish food and my mom doesn’t trust me with keys o.O

wow… couches make life so hard. >_>

I don’t believe in pockets. Live naked, never have pockets.

Just kidding. I don’t live naked. That’s just weird. Unless you’re nudist, then it’s a lifestyle choice. But I’m not a nudist, so it’d be weird.

Quit thinking about me naked.

Perv.

lol.awesome..

Fish how can you not believe in couches? i am sitting on one, right now. I have it on high authority from my butt that couches do in fact exist.

I don’t count your butt as high authority, but it is an acceptable low authority.

That may be true, Mighty, your butt may be telling you the couch exists. But what is “real”? How do you define “real”? If real is what your butt can feel, smell, taste and see, then ‘real’ is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain.

Also, I never get featured from long conversations about pockets and fish (quell the envy, Stovo, quell the envy!).

But then, Stovohobo, what is truth, but where we choose to let the matter rest?

And yes, MJY’s ass is a high authority. You’re all just jealous, but don’t worry, that’s a common sideaffect of being so connected to an awesome god.

hey, i’m pocket free but your story’s cool. /poem.