Fill-In-Friday
June 13, 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…
She never was superstitious. It was just another day. But even she had to admit this Friday the 13th had started off a little more…
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off beat than usual, just looking
at herself in the mirror was
frightful with the bedhead that was
appearing to have a shocking affect.
The black cat that is meowing
is just her sweet little Licorice
looking for breakfast.
Stooping under the ladder to get
the book titled “Superstitionfor Dummies”
she sat for a moment and read about ladders
[hey look, it’s the Lori-n-Darla show!!]
Chapter One:
Ladders are excellent for
climbing. Ladders are not excellent for
the motion of vertically moving
when on icy surfaces
in the middle of July. So make sure…
(8 words DOH.. Sorry)
you never do that. Instead, try
… her reading was interrupted by a
sudden feeling of impending doom. She
went to the window, and outside
she farted.
Chapter 2:
Lessons about how to
jump off a ladder
while cooking dinner and changing diapers
she closed the book and started to
look for her black cat but found
contemplate her lack of
(doh carrie i beat’cha)
( I did refresh!!)
a colony of snails lurking
, as if stalking their next victim
she wondered when snails became stalkers
they used to seem nice when
she spent her summer living under…
that giant mushroom. But
she got hungry an ate
the chocolate bar she’d left in her…
giant designer knock-off handbag, which she
found melted. She put it
under a rock that was
full of creepy wiggly things
and GiantIdiot found what was left
and called Brian to come see what
would entice people from Greenland to
a Friday the 13th parade.
Kicking the broken mirror out of her way..
she tightened her velcro
strap on her thinking cap
and decided to find Pete to take a pic.
oops, too many–sorry
They found Pete and he said
of the flying pigs, which meant
Pete was taking pics again that
they were visiting the land of
black cats on broadway
dream really do come true
(man I keep posting 1/2 a second after someone – oops)
when you kiss the carboard girl at the store
while standing on your head
you yell out–help me I’m
getting a head rush
I’m not in sync with the
the cycle of the moon
or the dying grass in my yard
because I am on Mars time
but its better than
Peyton Manning time
cuz Eli is so much cuter!
But Payton is the best QB ever
and has the best
record for breaking things in the
QB stats category.
But, then along came
an old washup named Montana
that was looking for GiantIdiot, but
no one can catch “GiantIdiot”on the 13th
and no one really wanted to, so
he’s stealth like and good at
using his McGyver skillz
while running through walmart with
making girls from Virginia cry. That’s
Pete and Brian and none of them could
out run Brent being chased by
a flock of flying geese that
or is that flying turtles from
amongest the skinny trees. Look out,
oooooo that had to hurt
,glad it missed Brent, but poor
Tam and Darla caught it
Mrs Butterworth had watery…
deadgummit! I wanna play!
syrup and then she screamed, I
quit. No one wants to
play more than selena
and her BF the one legged
unicorn named Oprah, who ate twelve
QB named Joe Montana, so they
field goal kicker who
[dang, I even refreshed!]
waffles in a minute and then
Montana admitted he sucked at QB, so
Idiot called his friends and cried, so
said with great frustration,
Polly, you are stupid. I
don’t have worms!
But 5th street is having a
nervous breakdown because he
is in charge of a retreat!!!
A retreat from the front lines
all while checking his stats
and flying under the radar of
the WaxyWife
and we know what that can
be trouble if she has the wee Waxes with her
[i have no idea what is happening here today btw]
😉
cup Game she learned yesterday
SUDDNELY,
In walked
Horton heard a Who
a giant Panda
oops…giant idiot
stinkin Who, that starts all
the discussions about
potty talk, geeze!
And then the importance of hygiene
because you want to smell nice
for men in tights.
polka dot tights to be exact
But who knew
what to expect when
they realized the tights were made
of camel hair and wool
oooh… itchy!
he said as he walked down
I’M losing the tights, and
what’s left of my mind because
stupid internet is broken and
and there are no gnomes to
explain the thinking of Friday 13th
so off he went tightless
and frightless into the dark night
(Tam – you’ve got a bunch of whacked out friends…including me =/ …)
He felt a cold hand squeeze his arm and pull him into..
his magic shoes
who whisked him away from this wacky bunch and told him to sleep until next Friday.
The End!
[PHEW!!!!!]
and thank you all for playing 😉
The END??? is it not still Friday????
Hmmm… i may need to speak to ‘mamagement’ – Hmphh!
So not fair on us weird time zone people!
Fine.. forget about love… love is not important!
less of me – it’s a lesson i need to remember!
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someone’s pouting…
😉
am not!
:+|}
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hahahaha Love, how are you?? you were speechless on Michelles, and now here pouting…both are not like you at all 😯 love ya all the same!
Hey Darla! 🙂
nice to see SOMEONE over here pays some attention to me and does not forget me or try to cut me out of F-I-F before Friday is done! 🙂
I am well – the speechless thing did NOT last i can assure you and the pout should wear off in about a week – providing i can get a word in F-I-F edgeways that is! 😉
love you Girl – you any cooler today? 🙂
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OK Love – Let’s look at the numbers here.
I post FIF at 3 AM WST. And what time is that in Aussie Heaven??? It would be 6 PM YOUR time. So…you have all evening to comment here. In fact, I post most of mine at that same time each day…if you REALLY wanted to – you could be the first commenter all the time…assuming you don’t have a life that is 😉
Even when you pout…you’re impossible not to love!