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Post by jenn on Jun 9, 2004 10:08:43 GMT -5
Derek has lots of pretty stars, do you think he had to pet the chinchilla?
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Post by dknight818 on Jun 9, 2004 10:43:38 GMT -5
DK2
"Bill, I thought we were going to go up on the roof tonight?" Glynnis inquired. "Nah," Bill replied, "I think I'd rather go for a walk and maybe spend some time under the boardwalk...Whaddaya think?" Glynnis had already put a lot of effort into making this particular night special and didn't take the abrupt change in plans very well. "Bill, I have something planned already" she stammered. At first, Bill greeted her comment with a blank stare but it didn't take long for him to acquiesce. Soon, they were on the roof of Glynnis' apartment building, enjoying the wonderful view of the city and the fabulous meal that she had prepared. After they ate, Glynnis grasped Bill's hand and spoke softly. "Bill, I love you so. I always will. Please, marry me, Bill!" Bill stared lovingly into Glynnis' eyes and was about to speak when a very large pigeon landed on the table beside them. Bill yelled "say, dog, leave my kitten alone!" and shooed the bird away. "Am I your kitten, Bill?" Glynnis inquired. "Damn right, baby!" Bill shouted. "I'm your cat and you're my kitten! Let's get married tonight!" With that, the two lovebirds wandered off into the night, looking for any place to "tie the knot."
Unbeknownst to the couple, two homeless men had been watching the whole scene unfold from another part of the roof. As soon as Bill and Glynnis departed, they descended upon the table, eating what was left of the couple's dinner. After all of the scraps were devoured, the two men settled back in their respective chairs and reflected on what they'd witnessed earlier..."Man, 'dat Billy's a smooth operator, yeah?" the first one said. "Yeah, man, but 'dat Glynnis, whooooeeee, she got what any man need," replied the second man. "You know what 'dey say, 'it ain't de meat, it's de motion'!" "Man, I heeeear 'dat!" said the first man. They both had a good and hearty laugh about the whole situation and reclined further, gazing at the stars as they twinkled in the clear night sky. Soon, the first man asked the second "Hey, you wants dee-sert? I stoled up a box of Frosted Flakes from 'de market!" The second man just shook his head. "Nah," he said. "I wish you'd stoled some Goddamned milk. 'Dat cereal just ain't gonna be 'de same."
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Post by dknight818 on Jun 9, 2004 10:45:33 GMT -5
what chinchilla?
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Post by Collin on Jun 9, 2004 11:06:51 GMT -5
I'm in a hurry. There's work that needs working. But I thought I would tell everyone that the deadline for stories is noon (my location) today. I think I'll so it that way from now on. So, if you have a story idea you decided not to do, do it! You have time.
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Post by jenn on Jun 9, 2004 11:07:16 GMT -5
Sure Derek it is ok we won't tell anyone you been playing with the chinchilla.
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Post by Collin on Jun 9, 2004 14:05:52 GMT -5
And it's noon. Game over. It's time to vote. There were fewer stories this time, so we will only vote on your 3 favorite, rather than 4.
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Post by jenn on Jun 9, 2004 14:17:38 GMT -5
Sorry Collin I didnt' get another story in I have been a little preoccupied! I will be better next time I promise!
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Post by Diana Beatty on Jun 9, 2004 14:31:19 GMT -5
Under the Christmas tree was a small package wrapped in the Sunday comics. On it was a little card with a message written in crayon: "Marry Chrismas!" Johnny picked it up and hugged it in his arms gently, ran his fingers across the message and then carefully returned it to its place.
Kitten dashed from her hiding place under the back of the tree and pounced on the gift and tearing the tag with her tiny, sharp teeth. She proceeded to taste and chew on the tag, half interested and half trying to spit it out, claws still extended into the comics.
Johnny instinctively darted to retrieve the package, then hesitated, weighing the preciousness of the gift against the simple pleasure of a young cat's enthusiastic play. He retreated from his advance and softly rose, heading for the front porch. He opened the milk box on the porch, looking for a treat to draw away Kitten's attention from the package.
No milk, but a small envelope. A bill? An order form? He opened it with slow care, as he did everything worth doing. His heart lept as his eyes caught the unmistakable clumsy writing of a child with crayon. "Daddy, pleas meat me for New Yearz at the ballpark. Mom said its ok as long as its a publik place. Wear the T-shirt I sent you so I know who you are. Mom will call later. Love Jonny Jr."
All the possible joys of the future filled his brain and made it fizz like pop rocks. He couldn't remember a better Christmas morning.
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Post by jenn on Jun 9, 2004 14:35:27 GMT -5
Great Story Diana! You should play more often!
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Post by Heather on Jun 9, 2004 15:00:39 GMT -5
My voting goes like this in no particular order:
CB1
DK1
JS1
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Post by jenn on Jun 9, 2004 19:45:42 GMT -5
oh this one is hard!
DK1 the whole drowning thing had me rolling on the floor!
CB1 I am a sucker for a tragedy!
TW1 because it really did make me cry
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Post by Tricia on Jun 9, 2004 22:04:51 GMT -5
Tricia has fever.
Is sweating all over keyboard for the love of the game.
CB1
JS1
and I know it was late, but I liked it dammit!
DB Cooper(diana beatty)
Ooops, if it doesn't count then
DK1 drowning kitties-love that man!
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Post by jenn on Jun 9, 2004 22:06:52 GMT -5
I loved it to Tricia!
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Post by Tricia on Jun 9, 2004 22:09:24 GMT -5
Jenn,
we may not be the dirty ones, but we definitely should get sicko points!
That whole nipple rubbing thing was turning me on!
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Post by jenn on Jun 9, 2004 22:11:38 GMT -5
And that is what I was going for. I thought to myself self what would really turn Tricia on.
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