fill-in-friday and saturday and possibly sunday
So this is the deal. We’re all gonna write a story together. Only we each write a small bit at a time. One after the other. I will start the story out with an incomplete sentence and you follow to add to the story…and so on and so on. Darla and I decided to reinstate the 6 word maximum rule – it’ll make it much easier, trust us! Got it? Great!!! OH – don’t forget to REFRESH the page before you submit…just in case someone else has already added to the statement you were working with. Clear? Sure it is! Alright…HAVE FUN!!!!
here we go…
fumbling through the dark, looking for some aspirin, i had a vision….
(FYI – i’ll be gone today. i’m traveling north to pick up kassidi from camp. be good. play nice. make sure nothing makes sense. well, that won’t be hard 
hugz!!!)
flash before me. Why did I…
even go to Walmart in the
first place, they never have
pickled pigs feet or braised
to validate parking. Not even when
unicorns BBQ antelopes with
(sorry) chicken. I dashed up to
a firefighter and to my surprise,
he was burning something
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so acrid that even the black smoke monster from Lost…
[BTW, I think it got caught up because I included a link to tell you guys about the awesome things God is doing for Kane. Thanks again for all your prayers]
seemed not to be as
logical as Mr. Spock or Bigfoot from
the jiffy lube. The firefighter had just…
burned up his engine by running
it wide open rushing to
bring us all some Starbucks.
and thought we would tip him
but the tip wasn’t in cash it was
used gum under the table
( I’m being nice Tam:)..)
which a local midget scraped off the table to use for
DNA samples and festive paperweights.
The firefighter was disgusted and didn’t want
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a poo poo platter because the name made him giggle
as he thought of something his five year old son said
while looking at the elephants
take a poop. It was
a wonderful day to goto the zoo
and growl at the lions.
A marauding squirrel swiftly swiped his
tail in my direction, taunting me too…
play with his nuts and
hide them in a tree.
In a high pitched voice,
Mike Tyson insisted that he never
bit off more than he could chew
and that ears were very tasty but
had nothing on a good home cooked
to perfection in sweltering desert heat
but dust mites
were very itchy. It was then decided
to nuke a TV dinner of
sour kraut and pork
to give off a special aroma
so he could attract a hot chick
who had just stepped out of the microwaved herself.
[i'm back!]
[NOR!!! "play with his nuts and" ]
In the meantime, I ran over
to talk to the local pygmy who was
making sandwiches to feed the
local circus who was performing in
pink sweat suits
trying to master the
art of cherry stem knotting in
10 seconds flat
((love yhou Tam))
(yhou in a.m. is you)
(((((Cherry stem knotting)))))
As the Circus was in town the….
exclusion of the squirrel who couldn’t
simply play nice and not terrorize