A stupid quickie short story...

[msfledermaus]

Once upon a time there was a vibrant _______________ who had an unhealthy ______________ fixation. The _________________ was positive about it, and used her ______________ as therapy to make little little cosies for the red-eyed lawn-gnomes that surrounded her__________________. One day, Mr _______________ walked by the splendid cosies and said, "_____________________!" "Why, _______________________!" Exclaimed the dear little ____________________, "_________________________ and if you don't like it, you can just _______________________________."
"Deal!" Replied Mr. _____________________, and off they went to the ____________________ to go make plans for the fabulous ________________________ of _____________ coming up that weekend. They became ___________________, and lived __________________ ever after, except when small children would sneak over and spork the lawn in front of the gnomes. They really didn't appreciate that. Hey! You kids knock that off!!! I know who yer parents are!!!!!!

The End....or is it? Maybe it should be, huh?

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[specificocean.livejournal.com]

Stream of consciousness fillintheblanks....


Once upon a time there was a vibrant _____eunuch__________ who had an unhealthy ________skunk______ fixation. The _______eunuch__________ was positive about it, and used her ____feet__________ as therapy to make little little cosies for the red-eyed lawn-gnomes that surrounded her__________cave________. One day, Mr _________Monk______ walked by the splendid cosies and said, "_________My, what incredibly tasteless cosies those are ____________!" "Why, ________Monko man_______________!" Exclaimed the dear little ___________eunuch_________, "_____________I knitted those cosies with my feet as therapy____________ and if you don't like it, you can just __________________not come and visit_____________."
"Deal!" Replied Mr. _____________Monk________, and off they went to the __park__________________ to go make plans for the fabulous _______________________Firth_ of __Forth___________ coming up that weekend. They became ____a cute couple_______________, and lived _________somewhat happily_________ ever after, except when small children would sneak over and spork the lawn in front of the gnomes. They really didn't appreciate that. Hey! You kids knock that off!!! I know who yer parents are!!!!!!

[msfledermaus.livejournal.com]

I like that one...how often do you get stories with monks in them?

[specificocean.livejournal.com]

Not often enough!.....*L*

That was a totally spontaneous response....

[banana.livejournal.com]

Once upon a time there was a vibrant purple tortoise who had an unhealthy but glamorous haut couture fixation. The chief of the tortoise clan was positive about it, and used her wardrobe brutally to satisfy his own craving for the catwalk, but in turn, the vibrant purple tortoise used her free time as therapy to make little little cosies for the red-eyed lawn-gnomes that surrounded her with wild adoring eyes whenever the chief was away trading with other reptiles and fighting tortoise wars. One day, Mr Louis Vuitton, with his peg leg dragging behind him, walked by the splendid cosies and said, "Blast my eyes and splice the mainbrace! Here be a fine array o' knitwear, the like o' which I 'aint set me salty eyes on for months afloat!" "Why, Laudy Laudy! You handsome ruffian! Have a Mint Julep and rest y'all here beside mah li'l ol' self!" exclaimed the dear little vibrant tortoise, "You can be havin' as many as you can carr'eh, jus' so long as you pay most dear-leh, I do believe, and if you don't like it, you can just kiss my sweet don-keh! Now 'aint that lady-like?"

"Deal!" Replied Mr. Vuitton, gruffly, and off they went to the big ol' - er - I mean old - house to go make plans for the fabulous masquerade ball of St. Swithin's day, when couples of differing species were given leave to marry, which was coming up that weekend. They became soon estranged, the piratical fashion magnate and purple tortoise, in spite of the blessing of the tortoise chief upon their union, and lived in their own halves of the house, barely meeting ever after, except when small children would sneak over and spork the lawn in front of the gnomes. They really didn't appreciate that. Hey! You kids knock that off! I know who yer parents are!

[msfledermaus.livejournal.com]

*clap clap clap clap clap*
That was fantastic!!! OOh, the turtle on the catwalk!!!


You never fail to impress, J!

[banana.livejournal.com]

Thank you. In part two of the story, the tortoise chief withdraws his blessing when he returns from the tortoise wars and reclaims his true love, but (unfortunately for the vibrant purple tortoise) this turns out to be Louis Vuitton in his sexy pirate outfits.

I had to restrain myself from calling her a vibrating tortoise...

[msfledermaus.livejournal.com]

Ohhhhhh dear....

You're a bad, bad man...ohhh, the pain....
*snicker*