One Sentence Story 2
The first one was great so lets do another one
Nic just got back from Condom Sense with his blow up doll and...
There was no way Nic could sleep at night without his new Nell Carter doll.
"Gimme a break, I ain't misbehavin' wit no Nell Carter doll," he said. Nic went back to Condom Sense to exchange for something hotter.
As he approached the store, the ass-pumping queerio saw exactly what he was looking for - a life-like John Holmes Love Doll.
Unfortunately, John Ashcroft caught him by the arm before he could enter and said...
"i heard they call you 'sugar' 'cause you give it out so sweet."
"If you got the dime, I got the time baby," Nic replied itchin' fer a little...
anal penetration. When he was a young boy, all of but 15, he discovered, through his friend Ricardo, the joys of the prostate.
Dhamsaic awoke, wondering why his dreams tortured him with thoughts of Nic, turning to Madelline Albright, he asked...
"Why are you so fucking ugly?"
Because, I just heard from your broker you sold the makers of Preparation H short again, didn't you?
Ah, my young padawan, dham has no need of Preparation H while he still has his Jedi light-ShowerMassage.
Which he used the excruiating details of to verbally beat innocent bystanders into submission with so he could
clandestinely plant cicada larvae into their colons.
Several years later Kilgore Trout, with growing lower abdominal stress...
... was walking across the parking lot of a Pontiac dealership in Norristown, Pennsylvania...
(Heh. At least somebody got it last time)
when he felt the urgent need to expel gas, Prrrp!, out popped
...Jennifer Love Hewitt, which was really no surprise, since earlier that evening he and his pet goat...
were still hallucinating from the effects of amphyl nitrate, and watching their favorite...
pluripotent stem cell experiment at Jax, down by the levee, which...
still makes not a lick of sense to me, but I was seaching on cicada and knowing how LJ loves high literature...
I thought I'd revive an old dusty thread and show him how....
....knowing how LJ loves high......
Hmmm. :blunt:
... literature can be ruined with too many people contributing too many conflicting ideas that do not combine to form a whole
Originally posted by staceyv
... literature can be ruined with too many people contributing too many conflicting ideas that do not combine to form a whole
yep. too many people means too many wholes, and too many wholes means too many comes and too many goes
To rebut, the (in)famous Saga, of which I lost my copy made just days before the Saga was lost forever, was original, if nothing else. And it lasted a good long time IIRC.
I just don't feel that old creative spark right now and therefore will not participate at this time.
so I ripped the paper from my typewriter when my acid wore off and realized my story had sucked. I started over with the familiar phrase....
"Once again, I find myself waking up naked in an alley."
"Man", I thought to myself, "I've got to stop taking cabs home from the Pagan festivals."
Oh man, here we go again.