Discussion in 'Chit Chat' started by jeaniesing, Jul 29, 2004.
That rules VOG out of telling one then
My definition? Well... it depends on who's telling it and who's listening... *ahem*
Whaddya' mean won't be joining? ...I've been waiting here "eagerly" all this time. *smart*
I think, m'dear, that BK elected you for the first storyteller..... and what an honor! But it is your party.....
G's in then *smile*!! Would anyone like to join t he betting pool for how long (short) his story will be? All this eagerness to get along to the next step *smart* *laugh*
*tilts head innocently*
*yawn* *thinks 'if I don't get a bedtime story about deadly red cucumbers battling evil mambo dancing socks soon...'*
Daddy...don't make me fire you already...
*Worries about his niece's sanity *
Yeah, I get that....but I don't know why. It'll all be okay because I can see the future through my third psychic eye that I got from that a Macumba juju doll my grandmother gave me.
...*waits for daddy's bedtime story*
I mean I'm not always high on my whipped cream and chocolate milk diet, skipping around like a monkeyish loon.
Wednesday is my no-sugar day. And Thursday I go and feed Pudge the Fish a peanut butter sandwich.
Ah, we don't worry about her sanity too much in the Prodigal family... when she starts behaving too rationally we just give her a shot.
Hmnnn... The Further Adventures of the Deadly Red Cucumbers and the Mambo Dancing Socks... now where shall we begin this time from the back again or just randomly skip through it? Let's see oh yes the Deadly Red Cucumbers had been dancing the night away with those really cute Zucchini Triplets and the clock was now about to strike midnight...
---and Cinderfella Cornonthecob was having a bit too much fun with James, the speckled broccoli flower this enchanted moonlit night.
Everyone was doing the Vegetale Waltz around Farmer Dan's field having a grand old time indulging in the nutrient rich soil and pesticide spray fruit punch.
Tom, the tomato vine, had one left foot apparently because his date Samantha, the carrot, left the waltz in a huff, getting eaten by a purple spotted, red toothed, green eyed, fluffy rabbit. Tom shed as many tears as he could manage (luckily it had rained before the dance) and then he saw Cinderfella. He fell completely and utterly in love with her beautiful...cobbiness I suppose, but we'll never know what he really loved about her because Harry, the hornworm, started attacking his leaves and eating them at a furious pace. There was no stopping it.
Later in the night, a fight broke out between the Vitamin A gang and the Red Cucumbers. But that was the only mishap.
bed time stories...i love.....
dang...vog can't tell a story.......oh welll..
i'll join the betting pool jeanie.......but this story may take a while to finish.........
I guess I belong to the no no club too... :smart: :laugh2:
I say yes yes to your no no's... :smart:
Come, "child". I'll tell YOU a bedtime story then. :smart:
Hey! That's not fair...
no "dessert" until the "children" are put away snug.
But I want dessert too
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