Fill-In-Friday
June 6, 2008
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…
Sitting in the laundromat, waiting for the spin cycle to end, he contemplated…
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the fate of the missing sock.
The sock was bright pink, and was his….
and mixed in with his print laced briefs. But Brent
forgot that he’d eaten it the day before.
[7 words, i know. whaddya gonna do? take over my blog?!]
Rather than fret over it, he
he decided to eat the other one.
Eating these socks became quite
quite an addiction…..almost like blogging
and Twitter. Both of which
you can take an online test
to see if you’re
pregnant. it’s all the rage.
But, alas,
that wasn’t the worst thing
to his surprise he discovered
there was an online test to see
one’s reaction if they were told
“Pink sock will stop you up.”
[hahahahaha]
It will give the impression of
A load stuck in spin cycle.
Just then, the cycle stopped and
he couldn’t believe his eyes..
for inside the dryer, there were little green men from
mandy’s brain.
which was actually quite small considering
The green men where wearing
odd pink socks
And ten gallon cowboy hats. They asked
Do you twitter? We need to…
find out who
took our pink socks.”
“Oh, Crap.”
Here comes giant frozen placenta man
[placenta man… that’s just not right. Nope, not right at ALL.]
The little green men ran
tripping over one another as they
took off their pink socks and
headed for the washers
started dancing in the street
to fix their mopeds
They spoke in British accents
while dancing the “cha-cha-cha”
The were wanting to auditioning for
(Typed auditioning meant audition, you all get the picture. Carry on)
Dancing with the Stars.
Which would have been great, if
They had two feet.
What would they do now?
They would update twitter of course. However
Twitter is always down, so
they set off to find
Brandy’s brain from which they came.
a Twitter replacement known as Plurk.
(Oh man…kid were distracting me…sorry)
[it works. now worries!]
In the Brain, known as “Plurk” they…
find new ways to
inflict pain on mandy
as a punishment for that time
she went to band camp
wearing her bikini, you know the one with
(hahahahah….a clarinet bikini, yikes!)
pictures of congas right where the
[i fixed it storie 😉 ]
girls are. what a sticky mess she
(ok we are posting exactly at the same time…three times in a row now! stop it, you’re killing me here…I am getting myself in some deep doo-doo!)
😆 😆 😆
walked into as she pondered…
how many licks does it take to get the center of Tootsie Roll pop
and how she would get herself
unnoticed at band practice wearing that…
kilt and TAM o’shanter
😕
which did not fit because she was the size of a gnome
[of course]
but then realized by blowing her thumb she could grow, so she
did not do that
well the first time, but blew again AND…
she waited for the nightly gnome tipping to commence and
grew right out of the kilt! Frantically looking for clothes that would fit she….
grabbed a pair of pink socks
that have now been beat like a dead horse in her adventure
suddenly, POOF! the pink socks forever disappeared!
into the Land of the Lost
with the stack monsters and dinosaurs
(the Sleestak – I was terrified of them and afraid they’d be in my closet)
So if you ever find your self in a laundromat..
don’t tumble dry low
with one pink sock…
because first you will look ridiculous,
secondly, you will look ridiculous and
pathetic without a life haning around
the laundromat/convenience store/pizza parlor/arcade/dunkin donuts.
waiting for the lint trap to fill so
little green men can entertain
ideas about the way
of the lyrics and the noun and the verb
and the comma and exclamation point
work with gnome- anomics, and with
{I guess there are no Beastie Boy fans involved with the story}
why gnomes eat little green men
wearing pink socks
it may be for digestive reasons
since I saw him drinking Pepto
while eating activate with flaxseed
because its supposed to be good for you
HOw funny that they think about
mandy’s underwear
hanging from a flag-pole,
in the middle of Boston common
As the crowds gathered
mandy came a’runnin
but she tripped on her dangling
participle
which is completely understandable
Seeing’s how it hangs soooo low
[which mandy are we talking about?????? there are TWO on here, ya know?]
[look who’s doing the referencing and i’m sure you’ll figure it out…]
“Stupid participle,” Mandy moaned.
as she brushed off her
bruised ego
AND armpit. she forgot to shave. again.
and hurried on her way to
😳
the groomers
to pick up FiFi
[ok all. i only got 3 1/2 hrs of sleep last night and my throat is on fire. i nap twice a year. im using one up now. play nice 😉 ]
(I heart mandy!!)
The groomer looked at Mandy
[why so short sleep, Tam??? enjoy that nap.]
“mama you fine!’
was his first thought
and his second thought was,
what is dangling!?!
“man, I rea-he-he-hiiilly need to pee.”
😆
Mandy is very 😎 and says,
“waddaya think of my participle?”
Man! control your self as if
( alece you are killing me.. 😆 )
[sorry!]
(alece – in the best of good ways!)
you are not a laundry mat
or a doormat
but the first in a long line
gnome tippers with dangling participles
with wings
and a voice like
an angel
singing “you gotta fight for your right”
to POTTY!!
But he was out of toilet paper so
that dangling participle came in awfully handy after all! When he was done, he decided to
wash hands thoroughly and then make a snack
just a little snack of mackeral
Meanwhile, the little green pink sock-, ten gallon hat-wearing men were
Seans!!! neighbors, who wanted to borrow
a cup of whole wheat flour – no oat bran
oat bran helps clean arteries so…
he tossed them in the potty
because in anger management he learned
that what you don’t like, you flush!
and if you really like it you eat it then you flush it
Just then Mandy burped
in the key of C#
with operatic vibrato
while standing on a balance beam
(yes, she can multi-task.)
with a green bean on her nose
and refried beans IN her nose.
ya!
Sneezing beans and boogers
just like granny taught her
when she spent summers at her granny’s river cabin.
[alece – unbelievable!!!! :shock:]
[what can i say… i couldn’t get you off my mind yesterday…]
[i know! me too!!!]
[aw. group hug]
[Mandy couldn’t get herself off her own mind?]
[brent, that’s exactly what my thought was too!]