A scene

England: Hello Ryan.

Ryan: Hello England. Long time no see.

England: Yeeessssss. How are you feeling?

Ryan: I'm actually quite fantastic England.

England: Oh really?

Ryan: Yip.

England: Nothing broken?

Ryan: Not this time buddy. I'm quite happy and there's nothing you do about it this time.

England: Nothing?

Ryan: Haha! Nothing!

*THWACK*

Ryan: Okay that hurt.

*THWACK*

Ryan: Oh, nice, that was unneccassary.

*THWACK THUD THWACK*

*Silence*

England: That's more like it.

Ryan: I cant feel my legs...

England: You wouldnt. They're not there any more.

Ryan: Oh, right.

England: Go on then, have a good time. Move along.

Ryan: But I have no legs. How am I possibly supposed to have a good time?

England: I dont know. Just...have a good time.

Ryan: You dont mean that do you?

England: No...it's just something I like to end a good beating with.

Ryan: So you would consider this a good beating?

England: One of my best. In fact, it tops the beating I gave you last time you came here.

Ryan: Yes, it does.

England: Thank you.

Ryan: Why, England, why?

England: It's fun?

Ryan: Why me?

England: Because you're so fun to hurt! Look at you, you're all...sad and stuff.

Ryan: WELL I WAS FINE BEFORE YOU REMOVED MY LEGS!!!

England: I know! Isnt it great? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Ryan I'm not talking to you.

England: WHat?

Ryan: Please leave.

England: Wha...it was just a bit of fun.

Ryan: Go away.

England: You're over reacting.

Ryan: I want my legs back.

England: You cant have them back.

Ryan: Why not?

England: Because I ripped them into tiny little pieces.

Ryan: Why!?

England: ...it was fun.

Ryan: Leave me alone.

England: But...

Ryan: Go! Leave me!

(There is silence. There is sadness)

England: Ryan.

Ryan: What?

England: I cant go.

Ryan: WHy?

England: You're in me. If I go, you go.

Ryan: Oh.

England: I can still go...but it would be a bit silly.

Ryan: Yes. I see your point.

England: I'm sorry I ripped your legs out.

Ryan: Can I have them back?

England: Umm...we've gone through this Ryan. They're gone forever.

Ryan: Well what am I supposed to do?

England: I guess for now you'll have to drag yourself around until a new pair grows in their place.

Ryan: *Sigh*

England: Sorry. Now off you go, have a good time.

Ryan: Dont say that.

England: Sorry, habit,

Ryan: Alright. See you later.

England: Bye.

*Drag*

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*Drag*

...

*Drag*

...End

In England

Just had a Full English Breakfast. Dont know why they cant just call it a Full Breakfast here. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Woo. Good one Ryan. Now that I've got you warmed up, I'll kick into my routine.

So I'm in London. Been here for a day now. I have successfully fallen back into my old pattern of chatting to myself. I need to keep an eye on that, it could get out of control.

Sitting on the plane, on which I had all three seats to myself, I was thinking about whether I'd made the right decision to come to England. But a few hours into it, and I realised that this is so the place I need to be at right now. Already, the crazy people have popped up. There was a crazy Itailian on the tube chatting away happily on the tube. He was going on about how he'd spent 30 years in prison and that there were a few days left. He also knew Saddam Hussain, I think. There are so many stories here. If you're not too scared to follow the crazy people around, it can be very interesting.

I'm back at the same internet cafe I sat in eight months ago. It is in the Picadilly area. There are so many movies on here that wont hit SA in a few months. DOMINO!! ELIZABETH TOWN!!! LORD OF WAR!!! and other stuff. Sam, you're in the wrong country to be a movie fan.

Alright. That's enough for now. I am tired.

A profound quote

It's two and half weeks until I make my journey to London and I'd like to leave South Africa with this last thought...

"It's all going to be okay"

Yes, it will. It's going to be okay. That should be the last line to every film. Well, almost all movies. When you're walking on the street and something spits at you and steals your phone, just think, it's all going to be okay.

That is all.

- Beanieboy1

Do it.

I gave blood...now I mean something

Watsup,

My name is Christian Smith, henceforth known as beanie boy 3...I think. What's my number guys? I would have been number 1 but Ryan has this thing about being the leader, so we let him. I chose Courier as my font and I think it's cool cause after all...it's the font of writers!

On a different note...if ever you are to come across the follwing site
http://www.expage.com/page/iamthebeanieboy

note that this is not our site..they are frauds. Also note that I have given up on Courier, it takes up too much space.
Anyway...I would like to use this moment (Whatever the hell that means) to congratulate Will McCabe, Our fellow beanie boy on his project THEWAY. Yay Will! I am listenin too his music as I write and it's pretty awsome. Posted on the net and everything! Yay Will again!!!

Yesterday I gave blood. A whole bag full. Now I am a cool person as well. Do it! Give blood! All the people! It's good for you!

I would also like to congratulate the bulls. The blue bulls. They rock. And at the same time apologize to Ryan, because now that I think about it this posting has in no way anything to do with the whole reason why he brought this site to our attention...I think.

I am currently workin on a play for Toneelfess (UJ, or RAU). And I must say, I hate the learning process...of life. Because everytime I write a play it just seems to get more and more difficult. I get so confused and eventually I don't know what I want and by now I guess you're all pretty confused as well. Well its my issues and hopefully the next time that I honour you all with a posting it will be sorted out. Because I will win. Yes. No wait...I will have fun. No wait...see! Which is better to aim for?! The win, or the fun. Winning is good...thats what we are tought to strive for (Only the best, son!...yes dad!) But having fun all the way through...isn't that what makes us good. There must be a balance. I don't know. Help.

Help.

I'd like to make it a habit to mention good reading that I have enjoyed recently. (That sentence is awsome!)
1. Cronicles of Narnia...C.S. Lewis is a genius.
2. Mere Christianity...C.S. Lewis is a genius.
3. Screenplay...Syd Field-Nice handbook if your a writer.
4. De Kat Magazine (Spring issue) ... Damn we are HOT.

I got drunk last night...and I came up with this quote.
"The only reason I'm a good writer is because I get drunk every now and again."
Now I do realize that I have to become a good writer for the quote to be applicable. But when I am...I'll be sure to casually drop it in an Oprah interview. I like Oprah.

Will...If you're reading this. Im sorry I don't reply to your e-mails. I still love you. I'll get to that. So stop crying bitch.

Marc...the matrix has you covered.

Stiaan...You are the hottest man I have seen in my entire life. (None of the beanie boys are gay. But if one happened to be...we would be cool with that.)

Have life, and to the full.

Gooi mielies.

The Bluechicken.

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Writing from the sleeve

I am a writer. I write from personal experiences. That's the best way to do it. Well, I believe it anyway. Yesterday it was suggested to me that writing from the heart is sometimes inconsiderate and insensitive towards the loved ones in your life. If you're writing about your personal experiences, it means you're writing about the people around you. But of course, you use your artistic license and add or take away certain qualities of that person. But I guess I kind of keep them the way they are. Why take away qualities of characters that are already real? If you do that you're already in danger of making the chracters less believable. They're already genuine and human. But then the idea comes in that, that sort of writing could ruin the writers relationship with whoever he is writing about. And since we're talking about me here. My relationships with my friends. Some people get upset because I don't always portray them in the light that they would want to be seen as. Sometimes you just are an insecure jackass. Not all the time, but it best suits my story if the guy the resembles you is. Don't get so touchy. Everyone has their flaws. We just exploit them.

But then we also write about our relationships. If you are my girlfriend, chances are good our life as couple will be brought onto the stage or the screen. Not word for word, but close. I can understand how people would get upset. But why cant people see that the audience doesn't see the writers life when they watch something. They see their own life in the characters and story. Hardly anyone ever thinks of the writer. Who wrote Jerry Maguire? Does anyone know that? I do. But then I don't know who wrote Dumb and Dumber. I like that movie. I could relate to some of the situations, but I never thought of the writer. Not once. Only now. Writers are boring people...

-Beanieboy1

Our first Post

The dream has begun. The dream to be famous. The dream to make many people happy. The dream to have women throw many things at me while I walk past. The dream to own a house in many different holiday resorts. The dream to buy my parents a house. The dream that we all dream...That Beanieboys Productions becomes something more than just a dream.

And on that note, we end the soppy love story and get to the gritty details. This site is basically here for the beanieboys to write crap and feel good about themselves doing it. We don't care what you think of it, because WE think it's funny. If you don't, then go away. If you don't like our skits, go away! You're old. Or silly. Or right...Either way, we think WE are funny. Therefore, we are.

-Beanieboy1