Exquisite Corpse Tag-Team match....

Daifu and I were talking about a short story someone wrote that sent us both into mad gales of laughter over the phone last night. We hit upon a game...Neither one of us, we reasoned, could write any worse than the original author. So why not rewrite the story a paragraph at a time, each of us taking turns? We'll add links with every post so people can read what we've made up so far. The pain...the potential paiiiinnnn.....

Names, places and other stuff have been changed to protect the guilty from being chased down by the innocent and whacked repeatedly with a 2 by 4 with nails in it...

*ahem*

It was a Dark and Stormy Night. Wait, wait, noooo..."Hear me, O muse!!!" Damn. Nope, how about "Doom and pain, stain the teeth of the gaping maw that is my life?" Eew.

Well, it *was* a dark and stormy night. Full of spitting hail and snow, bitterly, nastily cold in the special way the Midwest has. Freezing temperatures, whirlwinds of icy needles that turn you around and around until any idea of where you're going, what you're doing out in the freezing wind has been swept away. Only boiled-brain idiots and those on a mission or a real geas would go out in this kind of wasteland.

There is a shadow stalking down an alleyway in the snow. I think you can guess which state applies. Nope, no mission here...

The snow crunches under the steady, heavy footfalls....


*ahem* Daifu, yer up!!!

See see my plaaaymate..*clap clap!* Won't you come play with meee*clap clap*

The Minimalist Inferno has....an ice-cream truck. No kidding.
Red and White, dispensing free ice cream to anyone nearby. (courtesy of Ze Red Dot Boutique, what's paying for all that free ice cream.) It's supposed to be at most of the art fairs this summer. All us happy little imps got a chance to test out the free ice cream in the parking lot just now. Woohoo!! ICE CREEAAAAAAM!!!
*rubs at ice cream bar stains on shirt*

So if you're local and out and about, and you see a little red and white truck careening around your neighborhood, run, yes, RUN right up to it and demand free ice cream.
Tell them that Ms Mausi says it's okay. They'll look at you kinda funny, but either way you get free ice cream, so what's yer problem?

I wanna take it to go get the mail from the post office. Every single day. For four or five hours at a stretch. I wanna drive it past everyone I know...in circles, if possible. I wanna pop wheelies with it. I. Want. That. Little. Red. Truck.

So there you are....