Storytime with Ms Eff!

[msfledermaus]

Once upon a time there was a little ____ , complete wing jingly hat and elf-shoes, who got fed up with helping _______ Claus with the Big Day. "I've had it up to my _______ with this holiday crap! " Growled the ____, and with a sneaky ______, grabbed the first ______
available and hit the town, looking for drinks, electronic music that would change your heartbeat if you got close to the speakers, and loose tawry _________.
Our little _______ of cynical holiday _______ finally staggered home at 4 in the morning,
was violently sick in a snowbank much to the amusement of the other _______, and was dragged into the Main Office, given a stern talking-to from the Head Honcho, and was sent off to the ____________ department for a week as punishment.
What is the moral of the story? Could be that _________ can't hold their _______. Could also be that the holiday spirit will get you, even if it needs to be beaten into you.
Or just that I like to write stupid pointless stories about ________ getting very very drunk.
Oh, you decide.....

Yaaaay! another fill in the blanks story!!!! Interactive fun? Or hidden laziness of the Author?*grin*

Comments

[cynnerth.livejournal.com]

Once upon a time there was a little bat, complete with jingly hat and elf-shoes, who got fed up with helping Satan Claus with the Big Day. "I've had it up to my wangdoodle with this holiday crap! " Growled the flying mouse, and with a sneaky wing, grabbed the first updraft available and hit the town, looking for drinks, electronic music that would change your heartbeat if you got close to the speakers, and loose tawdry bloodsuckers.
Our little nocturnal mammal of cynical holiday hoopla finally staggered home at 4 in the morning, was violently sick in a snowbank much to the amusement of the other guano gauchos, and was dragged into the Main Office, given a stern talking-to from the Head Honcho, and was sent off to the Shipping Department for a week as punishment.
What is the moral of the story? Could be that bats can't hold their heavy beer mugs too well. Could also be that the holiday spirit will get you, even if it needs to be beaten into you.
Or just that I like to write stupid pointless stories about rodents getting very very drunk.
Oh, you decide.....

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[msfledermaus.livejournal.com]

Yaaaay!!!!! Bat's getting sick in snowbanks!!! Too fabu!!!

*reeeetch*

ooog...scuse mee....

[joei.livejournal.com]

Once upon a time there was a little chihuahua, complete with jingly hat and elf-shoes, who got fed up with helping Indemnity Claus with the Big Day. "I've had it up to my eartips with this holiday crap! " Growled the dog, and with a sneaky husky, grabbed the first gravy-train available and hit the town, looking for drinks, electronic music that would change your heartbeat if you got close to the speakers, and loose tawdry poodles.
Our little stud-pup of cynical holiday carousing finally staggered home at 4 in the morning,
was violently sick in a snowbank much to the amusement of the other pack members, and was dragged into the Main Office, given a stern talking-to from the Head Honcho, and was sent off to the cat toy department for a week as punishment.
What is the moral of the story? Could be that chihuahuas can't hold their tacos. Could also be that the holiday spirit will get you, even if it needs to be beaten into you.
Or just that I like to write stupid pointless stories about canines getting very very drunk.
Oh, you decide.....

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[msfledermaus.livejournal.com]

Heeheehee!!! Yo no quiero cat toy department!!!

that's so cool, Joei!!!

[joei.livejournal.com]

Truly a punishment!! *L*

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[msfledermaus.livejournal.com]

OOOOOoogggg....

*coughs up a hairball*

[spooble.livejournal.com]

Once upon a time there was a little chewing gum, complete wing jingly hat and elf-shoes, who got fed up with helping Tootsie Roll Claus with the Big Day. "I've had it up to my tape dispenser with this holiday crap! " Growled the pocket lint-sucking weirdo, and with a sneaky commercial break, grabbed the first catatonic street mime
available and hit the town, looking for drinks, electronic music that would change your heartbeat if you got close to the speakers, and loose tawry vending machines.
Our little bar of soap of cynical holiday tire treads finally staggered home at 4 in the morning,
was violently sick in a snowbank much to the amusement of the other knife-wielding door-to-door salespeople, and was dragged into the Main Office, given a stern talking-to from the Head Honcho, and was sent off to the immoral toothpaste department for a week as punishment.
What is the moral of the story? Could be that alien coffee cups can't hold their pineapple upside-down cakes. Could also be that the holiday spirit will get you, even if it needs to be beaten into you.
Or just that I like to write stupid pointless stories about carbon paper getting very very drunk.
Oh, you decide.....

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[msfledermaus.livejournal.com]

Bravo!!!! *clap clap clap*

[spooble.livejournal.com]

Thank you!