Fill-In-Friday
July 11, 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…
He wondered if he should say it. What would people think? Does it even matter? Maybe, he should…
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pop a breath mint first.
He thought, Come on man, get
nothing to it, just do it
so he took a deep breath
and inhaled about five dozen gnats
and said, “yum protein”
must..get…on..with…it, but
this would change everything and he
was sure that some would not
understand, but here goes, “It started …
when I ate that piece of toast using my toes to
but then he started having second thoughts about
speaking… that word he just couldn’t get
was aluminum, it’s so hard to say, so he
Thought about it again, trying to get the aluminum taste out of his mouth,
and realized that he just couldn’t do it again
not that thing he dreads
So he dreaded his hair instead.
and wondered why he did
because now he was a Jason Castro double and
well, you just can’t do anything with that kind of hair.
He sat down on the bench
and mumbled to himself, “
“Don’t eat cookies. Don’t eat cookies” over and over
Just then, a tractor trailor truck
loaded with oreo cookies
overturned right in front of him!
But had great willpower, just like Alece. So he
only ate 100, instead of all of them while singing
chocolate cookies, chocolate cookies, chocolate cookies, yum, yum, yum
oh how I love double stuff
,thinking buying a web cam would
would help him interact with
the great big honker.
who just bought an i-phone that
will do everything but iron
your underwear, so he
popped in another breath mint
(you all are strange)
and discovered that breath mints and chocolate
and started to speak to the tractor, which said,
(hahaha, we posted at the same time I guess…)
create a chemical reaction that
rendered him purple. And short.
Well not that short, like darla
and still with a problem to
communicate, or does he?
But using his new iphone he brushed his teeth
, listened to music, and ordered a pizza.
[i can’t believe i made it into the story!!]
before the battery went dead, so
(love alece!)
wondering how long it takes to charge
[thanks, darla!]
$500.00 worth of pantyhose on his maxed
dutch brothers gift card he
just got from a hippie
who was cleverly disguised as
joan rivers in drag.
Joan Rivers took off her/his weave and shouted…
“girls can we talk”
At which point an emperor penguin
started quoting aycronyms he had read
on total’s blog, but in chinese
with a texas accent, standing with
a blind one legged hooker with
a friend who owned a beer factory where dwarfs made of chocolate
(I heart the one-legged hooker!)
(I heart dwarfs made of chocolate)
tried biting eachother’s chocolate ears
but lost their balance (beer ya know)
but ended up biting something else instead. 😯
, couldnt hear joan without their ears
(shoot darn!)
chocolate dwarfs missing arms and ears
have a hard tim using
their arms to hug their turtles
for the have none
(boohoo)
cuz joan rivers ate them!
as Jerry Lewis watched what a sight
he talked about it on the tel-a-thon
a tele thon for
iPhone Addicts ‘R’ Us!
He popped another breath mint, then he
and did an undignified dance
because he had just invented “Girl Scout Thin Mints”
So much for not eating cookies or chocolate Joan Rivers
thin mints and iphones..yummy
still, pondering what he should say…
and then it came to him, finally
I can twitter too
but it doesn’t change that I
don’t know what twitter means
because I’ve been living under a
giant recycling bin made of cow
udders that have been
formented in yaks milk for over
2 minutes. meanwhile, pondering his thoughts…
he wondered about
the chocolate acrostic dwarfs
And why he still has nothing to say (LOL @ the story…)
Maybe its cuz of chocolate dwarfs and breath mints….
that turn into magic unicorns when you
continue to fumble over the right words to
say the magic words so that
he can find the words to finally
(someone please give this poor character the right words to say?!?!)
“Give me SuperGrover or you will NEVER SEE OSCAR THE GROUCH AGAIN!!!!!!”
Animal will come to the rescue
and Kermit will make a cameo with
Thomas Jefferson and Coldplay….
and Toby Mac will pop a wheely!
(i love how these never make sense, but we still manage to keep going on as if they do!)
😆
(are they supposed to make sense? my bad)
After he said this, his piers
(hehehehe – oh yah! nope. theyre not)
were looking on in 😯
the giant sea turtle that never
ever speaks said, “what
the &^%$#@!
“
did you have a brain fart?
“…is going on with these blog people?!?!?!”
[Yes. I did. Heh. 😉 ]
😆
Bc everyone knows giant sea turtles
they live next door
to hobbits with hairy feet and
to Charlie the unicorn
whose booger collection is
only second to Tam’s
glee when she realized she didn’t
ever have to buy Brent a
present again. Ever. Like magic unicorns and
silver flying bunnies or even
(cant add to story. laughing too hard!!!!)
fluff-filled fill-in-friday laughing gas!
So he finally realized he had
To just go to sleep, because friday is now over, and he will just worry about what to say tomorrow. ZZZZZzzzzzzz
[oh my stinkin’ cow – this is insane!]
But tomorrow never came because of that STINKIN’ COW!!! What stinkin’ cow…? he thought to himself as he drifted off to sleep. And he slept through the whole week and decided to set his alarm for the NEXT FILL-IN-FRIDAY!!!
but then he heard “mooooooo”……
so he got a gun and killed the cow. And went back to bed.
And had dreams of T-bone and rump roast.