This ones simple. All you have to do to participate is tell a lie about the person above you. I'm first.....so now someone has to make up a lie about me, and in turn, someone will make up a lie about them, and so on.....Use your imagination. Anyone that might be easily offended should not participate in this thread. *JOIN THIS THREAD AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!* Have fun! =0) Randy
They lie! she chortled. (what kind of a laugh is a 'chortle'? actually it's a dumb word. Much worse than 'chuckle' or 'guffaw'... well,maybe guffaw is even dumber....)
Oh horrors, he's been cross-threading again... Les, you promised! Which indubitably means, on this thread, that he lied. Which somehow always makes me confused... which, come to think, isn't hard to do.
I caught Les eating (*drumroll*) ... FUDGE! Oh, the heresy! Not a cookie crumb in sight. Naturally I couldn't just let that pass. Fortunately he's getting along quite well in the asylum. Actually, he doesn't seem to have noticed the difference yet ...
he lies so well and they're such looonnng lies. There should be some sort of award for that. perhaps one of those long packages of cookie dough or an extra-long purple crayon.
and what's wrong with ellipses?? I use them all the time.... they're fun to use... they act like punctuation when you... can't... decide... what kind of punctuation... to... use....
All of Les's comments are as comprehensible as that ^ He has a passion for using the Queen's English clearly and concisely, and a dread of confusing his readers.
And while roaming the beaches of Cape Cod during her photographic safaris, oftentimes will take advantage of the natural acoustics afforded by some of the inlets.
We've all told the touristas that the seals do a lot of yodeling in the summer season, mostly to figure out how to find each other in those thick Chatham fogs...
Twinkel appears in Volume #32, of "Caedes Girls Gone Wild!"
Not.. what you might think from the somewhat popular title.
It is just a video of some female members shopping for shoes on sale.
However..
When they get down to the last few pairs ... that's when the fur flies!
I'm pretty sure that is Twinkel drop-kicking another female away from the last pair of 'the perfect sandals for a day at the beach.. in fashionable comfort and style'.
Yesterday, at my favorite herring run I was asked by a 'visitor', "Where are all the fish?? The seagulls are here so the fish must be here too. Where are they?" After I politely informed her that the seagulls mobilize several days before the herring actually arrive, she said, "Yes, but the birds are here so that must mean the fish are here too. But I can't see any fish. Where are they?"
Those fish weren't hiding when I gave the tourista a... rather gentle... tap... and she fell in, and now.. she knows exactly where the fishes are... oh dear! I just saw her get swallowed by a seagull... oh yuck!
you know, I believe I can actually see Les's nose get longer and longer from many miles away....
I often go shirtless in Cape Cod eateries. Clears the place out in no time and that way I never need to wait for service because... wait for it! ... it scares the wait people away too.
I don't think that last makes a whole lot of sense, I do ramble, but Les is gonna try to say something both cogent and untrue about it anyway.
My new car travels so fast that the resultant time warp requires me to reset the dashboard clock periodically . . . an added benefit is that I'm getting younger with each jaunt.
I'll be selling rides for $10,000 USD each, but I'll have to schedule you for the day before yesterday.
As I am not sure where they will be, or, for that matter.. if I even have any people left. Since they might have caught word on the planned downsizing by now and have already left.
Tomorrow.
Mike's new car is a hybrid. As it not only runs on benzene, but, also ... pure.. unadulterated ... hot air.
Well, I can't argue with that. But I'll try. Yesterday.
*starts singing* "Ohhhh, I beeelieeeve in yesterdaaayyy...."
never mind....
I have a hybrid car that runs on manic depressive energy... it's an airplane, and a submarine. but I never know when it's going to do what next... or what it's going to do when next... or... never mind.
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary-wise; what it is it wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?