Actually, Jim's party probably has something to do with this lack of participation (I'm sure that was the original reason for Wolfbear's post). Wish I could have attended.
It's either the TENSPEED AND BROWNSHOE marathon on TNT or men have rediscovered their wives. If you believe the above, please send me five dollars and I'll send you back six dollars.
Note - When I wrote the post, the Tenspeed and wife rediscovery were above. Now, they are the aforementioned. Oooh, gotta go. Ben Vereen and Jeff Goldblum are riding a two-person bicycle together.
Since we're the only ones here, let's play a game. I'll write two sentences and, then, someone else can add on two sentences and so on.
Here we go:
Brittany's 18th birthday celebration was more than a week old. Now, showered and naked in bed, she felt steamy and humid like a midsummer day in Roanoke.....
Brittany's 18th birthday celebration was more than a week old. Now, showered and naked in bed, she felt steamy and humid like a midsummer day in Roanoke... As she lay there admiring the glistening pearls of perspiration on her supple curves, it brought to mind the most tantalizing event of her party -- her first "real" game of strip poker. One of her opponents at that table of raging teenage hormones was none other than Zack Brash, the finely toned star athlete at school...
OK... that's my 2 sentences... pick it up someone!
<< <i>Brittany's 18th birthday celebration was more than a week old. Now, showered and naked in bed, she felt steamy and humid like a midsummer day in Roanoke... As she lay there admiring the glistening pearls of perspiration on her supple curves, it brought to mind the most tantalizing event of her party -- her first "real" game of strip poker. One of her opponents at that table of raging teenage hormones was none other than Zack Brash, the finely toned star athlete at school... >>
<< <i>All the while, as the lovers slept, sleeply deeply, ever deeply, the great charlatan Gary Moser crept ever closer to their nest of love. >>
Zack awoke to a familiar smell that reminded him of trips with his family on the New Jersey Turnpike, the acrid odor of soiled cat litter from the oil refineries and chemical plants. "Yes, he thought,"she may be steamy like Roanoke, but she smells like Elizabeth. Darn the guys from the high school football team defensive line were right."
....Suddenly, and most horrifically for the pair, the door crashed open and there, in the doorway, stood Mel. The light from the hallway swam past him, showing only his hulking silhouette to the startled lovers. Mel's full 6'-7" frame swayed slightly like a breeze-swooned fig tree, his grip tightened on the ax in his hand. With thunder cracking in the distance, a flash of lightning illuminated his bulging eyes and maniac face....
Mark (amerbbcards)
"All evil needs to triumph is for good men to do nothing."
then came another crackling roll of thunder. brittany sprang from the bed , lightning flashed to reveal her silky nude body. the glint of duct tape across brittany's nether region caught the maniacs eye, he lunged foward and removed the tape and to his his horror....
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<< <i>Everybody's too hammered to post? >>
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Here we go:
Brittany's 18th birthday celebration was more than a week old. Now, showered and naked in bed, she felt steamy and humid like a midsummer day in Roanoke.....
OK... that's my 2 sentences... pick it up someone!
Yep, a Rush concert!
All the while, as the lovers slept, sleeply deeply, ever deeply,
the great charlatan Gary Moser crept ever closer to their nest of love.
"How about a little fire Scarecrow ?"
<< <i>Brittany's 18th birthday celebration was more than a week old. Now, showered and naked in bed, she felt steamy and humid like a midsummer day in Roanoke... As she lay there admiring the glistening pearls of perspiration on her supple curves, it brought to mind the most tantalizing event of her party -- her first "real" game of strip poker. One of her opponents at that table of raging teenage hormones was none other than Zack Brash, the finely toned star athlete at school...
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<< <i>All the while, as the lovers slept, sleeply deeply, ever deeply, the great charlatan Gary Moser crept ever closer to their nest of love.
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Zack awoke to a familiar smell that reminded him of trips with his family on the New Jersey Turnpike, the acrid odor of soiled cat litter from the oil refineries and chemical plants. "Yes, he thought,"she may be steamy like Roanoke, but she smells like Elizabeth. Darn the guys from the high school football team defensive line were right."
"All evil needs to triumph is for good men to do nothing."