fill in friday. on tuesday. what of it?
do any of you remember fill in friday?? i loved doing that and remember the days when we’d have so many participating and the story would be way long, hysterically funny and random.
im gonna attempt fill in friday today. i dont know how it’ll turn out, but im willing to give it shot.
heres how it works… i give you a starter sentence and you run with it using no more than 5 words per comment.
example (each line represents a different comment)
once upon a time there
was a large hairy boy
who was afraid of little
girls on stilts. then one
you get the idea, right? you can comment as often as youd like. just be sure to refresh the page before you post your story addition just in case someone else beat you to it.
have fun! here we go….
he knew today wouldnt be…
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…one where he’d floss his…
teeth because he hated cheese
with a passion that could only be compared to
yard art. the memory still
haunted him as he thought
of that afternoon in 1986
when he listened to Bananarama
about the camembert still stuck
oops…took too long to hit ‘post’ on that…lol
and lusted after Keren as she
pranced about. he grabbed a gnome
and remembered the good times
when it was still legal
to dance around with stolen
goods from other peoples yards.
Just then, a stilted girl
loudly shouting, “I am the…
walrus. goo-goo-ca-choo”
(hahahaha. sorry! i’m dying from that one though.)
started chasing him. He tried
shooting her with his laser
cat but he tripped over
breaking his Jimmy Choo’s and
dropping the laser into the
Wild Blue Yonder
Only to be saved by
a tiny metal robot. Surprisingly,
the girl noticed the camembert
next to the eggplant
and court documents he received
during the little misunderstanding involving
horseshoes and hand-grenades, but
no eyes were poked out due to lawn darts, so
Everyone held hands and sung
“friends are friends forever”. meanwhile,
his love interest, Keren, decided
to make the most of the time she had left to
By using the slingshot to
brush up on her mad
kill the wildebeest that
make the best spaghetti in
{oh my word! 😀 }
in the world, although it is said
spaghetti she makes look like
hair on a shower wall.
Her spaghetti dream could never
match the one about her
3rd cousin twice removed and
she was thankful it was only a dream. Meanwhile,
back on the farm. there
was news of a wild
Nobel Peace Prize runner up
(hi zack! look at that lil cutie in your arms 🙂 )
weatherman who had finally escaped
the Nobel nomination, stating he
predicted a snowball winner announcement
(Hi Tam!)
but everyone was confused since it was the middle of summer.
“Eggplant,” he thought. “What do I do with eggplant?”
(so, the five word limit is totally out the window at this point…)
(oops, forgot to read rules.)
(it is. but its cool. y’all sportin some funny here!)
So he fed the eggplant
to his SCUBA instructor’s turtle
named Alfred. Alfred always fancied
eggplant pizza and Dos Equis
but today he couldn’t afford
eggplant pizza and Uno Equi
so he settled for just
A side of his favorite
Aunt Marge no one had
ever seen a turtle eat…
with the good flatware, so
{What! LOL}
but it was too salty
so they added tequila and…
settled in for a nap
that’s when the nightmares began
Nightmares of fat-free cheese and
lactose-intolerant bloating and gas
and nuclear reactors. So Alfred,
awoke in a cold sweat.
Who knew that turtles sweat?
Keren certainly didn’t. She proceeded
to kiss the turtle and
and blamed the tequila for
causing her to mistake him
for someone taller. However,
(SRSLY – you guys are a RIOT!)
Alfred did not mind kissing
within the gassy confines of
the tequila-strewn beach under
the cardboard cutout sun. Soon
[haha!!!]
hoohoohohhoo ahahaha!
the large hairy boy had
emerged from the sand and
became enraged when he saw
{oh my stars people!!! peeing. my. pants!!! ok. who’s alfred? and david definitely is crushin on keren. s’all im saying 😉 )
{yep, Keren was my pop-star crush of 1986…you had to mention Bananarama. And, um, Alfred is the SCUBA instructors turtle…keep up…!}
who sweats.
the awkward three legged little
(do we really want to know???)
[probably not 😯 ]
elephant that was carrying a
patch of his precious hair!
[you are the most random thinkers i have ever had the privilege of knowing 😀 ]
Meanwhile, the stilted girl had
had her fill of cheese and
overcame the tiny metal robot
stuffed inside her
with her powerful use of
antibiotics. She managed to erradicate
Keren and Alfred easily, but
she had forgotten the large
amount of Kleenex she left
in alfreds bra. now that
ha!
Wow! Our turtle sweats AND wears a bra!! Haha!
((Wow! Our turtle sweats AND wears a bra!! Haha!))
nice… alfred wears a bra.
behind the spaghetti and wildebeest
you’re late!
yada yada
the turtle sweat’s been sopped up
she removed the stilts and
was only four foot two.
This pleased the hairy boy
which is the size of an Asian.
startled, alfred ran. well, he
{um, wasn’t Alfred erradicated? anyhoo…:roll:}
[i know. totally forgot. jennis fault.]
[wait. is alfred still in this story. im lost. its gonna be fun writing all this out for a post tomorrow that we all can read. 😯 ]
[huh? i didn’t know this had to make sense. i’m just throwing out words from my 4th grade ESL class, hoping it sticks.]
((Luckily for Alfred, tequila makes him immortal))
HAHHHHHHAHAHAHA! yes!
“hobbled” over the 3-legged elephant
leaving Kleenex strewn all over
“MY BRA!” he exclaimed
and wheres my man-purse too?
It was then he realised
that theres a “z” in “realize”…
hahahaha! ROFL!!!
and he needed ESL classes.
To escape from being called “@inworship’d”…
but he wasn’t going to take this lying down, and decided to ignore the the 5 word limit and stand up for proper English, like all good turtle’s named Alfred.
He enrolled in ESL, anyway
(crazy australians can’t spell OR follow the rules)
hhahahahaha!!!
and got back on track
and ran the 5meter in
2.946 seconds… with stilts.
the hairy-boy and unstilted-girl decided
um… oops…
while frisbee-ing the sun across
(ok, that made no sense to EITHER one…distracted by the fact my lunch break is over and refresh was tooooo slow. Catch ya later!)
(oh for the love… what is going on now?)
(picking up from Tam’s)
between the turban and the
(ok… ignore all the rubbish in between… picking up here!)
box of pretzels shaped like
lederhosen surrounded with brightly-colored
{note my concession to INCORRECT spelling}
hollaaaaaaa!!!
tim tams and nobby’s nuts
whose nuts????
His mouth began to water
and spittle built up around
his cracked shell caused by
his hairlip. this didn’t stop
him from channelling his inner
Mexican and the tequila found
solice in his bowels. this
[oh my sweet heavens!!!!]
was the opportunity the boy
had dreamed of ever since
that day back in 1986
when keren touched his cheek
looked right into his
hair-lip, and said “yard art…
{oh wait, Alfred had the hairlip didn’t he…um…uh…}
[poor alfred. has a hairlip, wears a stuffed bra AND carries a man-purse]
{and now the hairy boy has a hair lip too…but since he was wearing Jimmy Choos, it might have been him who’d influenced his SCUBA diver’s turtle anyway…}
“yard art…the answer to all of the
“world’s economic problems, if only…
mysteries of love and life…
Oops! If only…
people could appreciate the rare
petrified cave man poop, and
mysteries of love and life!”
{oh darn…I was rescuing Christy’s gold but was tooooo slow…hahaha}
it worked after Sandy’s too though.
sales on Jimmy Choo’s.” Alas,
oops… moving on.
the hairlip had a name…
{I kept going on your Alas comment…. (note how I my lunch break has now gone on for an additional hour………)}
yeah, slacker.
’twas not to be, and
there were no sales at Costco
but then, his hairlip exclaimed
“where are the food samples!?”
Exclaimed…
“it is Taco Tuesday, friends!”
[ya think they both can work??]
((how in the world will you sort this all out!! Ha!))
((and I think everything he exclaimed fits))
[i have no idea. i just might pay my daughter to sort it out. yah. thats what i’ll do!]
So he grabbed a sample
Is there any tequila left??
{off the record. i could really use some now 😯 ] 😉
{not to mention when you’re actually trying to compile this epic!}
“no, it’s closing time for hairlips!”
Suddenly in walked a break dancing
midget. she smelled of stale
gnomes, likely due to the
fact that she slept in the
[ok. my son needs my puter. im afraid to see what im gonna come back to. you all are seriously not right. in a very admirable way, of course! 😉 ]
nude. Police were often called
((when did Alfred transition into the boy from the beginning of the story?? Was Alfred running the 5meter or the boy?!))
i thought alfred was the sweaty turtle with a hairlipped shell.
((He is.. and he’s the boys SCUBA instructor’s turtle…But then suddenly we were talking about the boy again and not Alfred… I think… Ahhaha! So confused and I love it!))
{alfred was running the 5m…and I kinda transitioned him from turtle to boy accidentally, but right now, the midget is centre stage, having upstaged the boy while Alfred is lying drunk somewhere…}
😯
(love it!)
i went to the midget cuz i was too confused about alfred.
in for backup of midget nudity
but instead, they join in
the armpit of an adolescent giant.
Luckily it’s warm in there.
and the camembert has softened
making perfect conditions for multiply
.. ing… for MULTIPLYING
the gnomes lying dormant until
it’s wednesday… business time again.
Those dirty little gnomes liked
but this wasn’t normal business
(wha??? welcome to the game)
(scrap mine then!)
playing reindeer games in the
yard art. they says its
camember with horseshoes and handgranades
but it looks like a turtle
which is a good luck
if you come from Moldova
Moldova… oh, Moldova, sounds like
mouldy, like the Camembert was
long before it entered the
pit of the giant. fortunately,
there were still tacos remaining
break dancing midgets like mold.
-it causes a hallucinogenic effect
resulting in vivid visions of
spaghetti wildebeest monuments. So the
superhero-like sweaty turtles that return
from the dead with Keren
and eat tacos and drink tequila
are hairlip free. restored in
dangit, gregg… skip this.
oh wait… nevermind… this works. continue please… 🙂
(sorry, i just wanted to play :))
(it’s alright… it worked :))
but ever-fearful of asians
haha!!!
the odd-couple plotted to
stuff alfred with eggplant pizza
and recover the laser cat
for cat soup. a delicacy
in most countries but illegal
for slingshot wielding stilted-girls
good thing she was from
Michigan, where she is free
so cat soup was dinner.
the elephant was glad that
the hairy boy let him
help puree the eggplant to
eat while listening to
the gentle spring rain falling.
The turtle was thankful for
the free shower he got
since he hadn’t been able
rid himself of the stench
of sweat and tequila
not to mention the camembert
and its effects from the
armpit of the adolescent giant
(( just something about that giant’s armpit, huh? =] ))
(i figured since we were bringing everything else back. hahahah!)
who had an impressive afro.
and kickin’ platform shoes with goldfish
crackers as a snack option.
However, he was starting to smell the camembert
making him nostalgic for the
kiss he shared with Karen
(ah!!! Keren!)
(silly iphone spelling correction…)
as he drifted off in
the sea of rank farts.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
After several lonely days,
oh poo….sorry! 😀
Suddenly, the police realised that
scrap this one
the police escaped the armpit
[the police were trapped there too? wow]
((yup- they were break dancing in there with the midgets))
and ran, gulping the sweet, fresh air
only to trip over the
shell of Alfred as he
daydreamed about Keren’s 3rd cousin
[oh boy…]
{ohshootdangalltoheck. this whole thing is cracking. me. up.! and just to let you all know…cathi stegall is reading this to me tomorrow so i can write it into a post 😯 }
{oh wow…that’s sure to take it to a whole new hitherto un-thought-of level}
who was an Olympic Stilter
who could never win gold.
who’s favorite number was 17
(that was for Cathi)
Due to her arthritic knees,
she ran on her wrists…
{have you all thought about seriously writing a book together? i aint kiddin. ive never seen a group of people inspire each other as much as you all do. its a beautiful thing 😀 }
we ARE writing a book together… right now.
best. book. ever.
you’re publishing it, remember…with Cathi as editor.
can I illustrate it then?
and took the silver in
accepting it with her teeth.
which ground it to a fine
powder. The police began investigating
the case of the missing
midgets, having forgotten where they
tend to gather… in the
produce aisle in walmart. so,
[so i just said anything. didnt read to catch up. i have NO idea whats going on. i love you guys! hope youre enjoying yourselves!]
dark crypt of the vampire
(nevermind… just thinking of October)
((produce aisle in walmart. So))
they searched with magnifying glasses
so…
they could scare small children
and laugh when they screamed.
[thats just mean 😀 ]
fearful of the walking melons
[what?]
The midgets hid behind lettuce
and the all-seeing potatoes
before they noticed several carrots
that needed a haircut
forming a cirle around them.
fortunately the police remembered where
they’d stashed the drugs from
the giant’s armpit, and returned
to the taco stand in Mexico
[it has to be taking forever for this page to load for you guys.]
(( um, yeah, a little bit… =] ))
uh uh uh uh uh….
There they discovered that the
runaway Nobel Peace Price winner
runner-up, I mean runner-up…
[dude. is that a big piece of swiss cheese behind you??]
{what? there’s no plot-holes in this masterpiece………………..}
had ordered a round of
fresh fruit margaritas for every
German tourist that had gathered
to hear the tale of Alfred
[k. im outta here. i can not keep up with you guys. you have made my day. i SO needed this laugh. thank you a million thank you’s! love you all…]
and his sweat glands of
epicness, rivalled only by his
hairlip, so awesomesauce in it’s
hirsuitness & resemblance to Don King
(yes I KNOW hair lips aren’t actually hairy…)
Alfred’s story made them giggle
(( this has been the highlight of my day– but I need to get some sleep. You’re all awesome and I can’t wait to see the rest ))
and giggles turned into
((I too must call it a day before it is actually Wednesday – I can’t wait to read tomorrow!))
gufaws. and gufaws turned into
convulsions, because they noticed
toxic bugs were inhaled into
dwarfish lungs, mixing with the
spaghetti that covered the walls
sick!
pixies came to clean up
the Kleenex-polluted beach where
{this probably should be wrapped up before Tam wakes, what say you other readers?}
Alfred and Keren had once
((we should wrap it up… The moral of the story…?))
{good idea…let’s make one up}
frolicked just like that dragon
{I’ll give this a go…all in one comment…but feel free to add/change it. Yes, this is Tam’s blog, but she said to make myself at home…so…}
who’d been watching the goings on from the day and was a little tired of the disruption, so he breathed some fire, put them all into a nice casserole, and enjoyed his dinner.
After dinner, he picked up his horseshoes, lawn darts, and hand-grenades and proceeded to make snow balls from cheese flavoured yard-art, muttering “If only he’d flossed…”
((yes! A perfect ending! I love it!! This was way too fun!! Thanks for letting us take over, Tam!))
{And thanks to you and everyone else for helping make my audit meetings much more bearable…though I did have to contain my laughter, or explain why I was smiling while I “analysed the work in progress spreadsheets” or was “creating process flows for the installed systems business unit”…. 😉 }
😯
Hi!
well, hello there! this is gonna be chaotically hilarious when cathi and i go thru it later to type out. ohmystars! your ending….perfect!! i dont know how you all did it…
We certainly all made quite a great team! =)
What’s our next project?? Haha!
you most certainly did 🙂
i think i will definitely have to come up with another project. my thinkin cap is officially on!
😀
hoohoohoohahahahaha! that’s all!
A perfect ending – Love it!
They say there’s a fine line between genius and insanity.
I’m going with “my husband is a genius”. Some of the rest of you? I’m not so sure about! 🙂
You say that now… 😉
the story is up!