Soooooo....who'd like to suggest this week's topic? Because I am frazzled and stressed out and my brain, she no work so good no more.
You know, with the exception of one deadly and unpredictable midget, this girl is the smallest cargo I've ever had to transport. Yet by far the most troublesome. Does that seem right to you?
Early ,'Objects In Space'
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Steph L. - Jul 06, 2004 8:17:41 am PDT #5580 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Polter-Cow - Jul 06, 2004 8:22:15 am PDT #5581 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
A man walks into a bar.
Lilty Cash - Jul 06, 2004 8:25:04 am PDT #5582 of 10001
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."
A man walks into a bar.
Actually, I like it.
Steph L. - Jul 06, 2004 8:31:49 am PDT #5583 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
I do, too! So, then....
Challenge #12 (the broken-glass challenge) is now closed.
This week's challenge, as you may have noticed above, is the well-worn intro to countless jokes: "A man walks into a bar...." Drabble it. Doesn't have to be a joke; doesn't have to be funny. Just give us a man and a bar, and tell us about it.
deborah grabien - Jul 06, 2004 8:36:00 am PDT #5584 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Revenge. Vengeance.
deborah grabien - Jul 06, 2004 8:36:16 am PDT #5585 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Damn. Too late....
Steph L. - Jul 06, 2004 8:36:56 am PDT #5586 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Next week, Deb. (Unless you mean real revenge. In that case, I've got a list for you....)
deborah grabien - Jul 06, 2004 8:39:07 am PDT #5587 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Next week is good.
deborah grabien - Jul 06, 2004 8:46:48 am PDT #5588 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Well. Not much singing to me on this one yet, but here's a shot, all about sameness.
A man walks into a bar.
It's familiar, every inch of it. He's never actually been in this one before, but somehow, it doesn't matter; twenty years on the road, three marriages gone bad, two kids whose college he's paid for but who both refuse to talk to him, and it doesn't matter. Jake's Night Out in Emeryville is Tiny's in Detroit, or Closing Time in Miami.
The booths, the stools, the worn floor, even the clientele; surely he's seen that bartender before, in another bar, in another city?
He heads for a seat, in search of pretzels, beer, oblivion.
Beverly - Jul 06, 2004 8:53:10 am PDT #5589 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
A Man Walks Into A Bar
Ed and Jack were screwing around at lunch with the nerf football—who could fling it farthest, make the highest, most dramatic leap to catch it. The rest of the crew just watched and catcalled when the ball got dropped, or a bad pass was thrown. Now and then one of them would make a half-hearted grab for it. But most of them were smarter about rest times. Construction was hard work—they'd save their energy for the job.
But when Jack turned and dove after a squiggly pass, no one was prepared for his abrupt halt, nor the silence just before he started screaming.