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(Unless, of course, said person happens to be one of the people on this board, in which case you're setting me up for a catfight. Not fair! I was set up!) |
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So the little woodchuck named "Moonshine" had left the farm and somehow fought his way from the nasty eagle's talons. Moonshine didn't like being found in a violent situation...NOT BY A RED HAIR! So...when the eagle dropped him, he landed in the middle of Manhatten. Dazed and confused, he sought the only safe place he'd ever known. Underground! He dove down the nearest hole. After he snuck under the turnstile and barely missed some very angry feet, where did he find himself? You guessed it...on the a train, headed uptown. All of a sudden, an amateur preacher shows up and starts calling the little Moonshine all kinds of nasty names. "HOLY PINNOCHIO!!", he screamed in his best helium voice. "You need to be saved!" the Bible thumper ranted. "It's in the book!" "NO S-IT", little Moonshine said. "I thought I was when the eagle dropped me. How come it got worse?" To be continued.... Happy woodchuck day |
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A point I make in light of the fact that my masculinity had been severely threatened when there was no bruise at any point during the weekend....and I'm sure Jamie will be glad to confirm that one! |
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i do think though, that she was insinuating that i was not masculine enough to leave a bruise. of course i lied and said that i was sure i could leave one. problem is that she took me up on the dare. |
So....the little woodchuck, Moonshine, after telling the amateur preacher to get a job, gets off the train.
He waddles down the platform and, needing some fresh air, finds a staircase that goes up. A bit dazed by all that's happened on "his" day, he finally gets above ground. The street sign reads 89th St. (though he can't read...never got that far with no child left behind...he was). A car pulls up and the door opens. He doesn't know where he is, how he got there, or what to do next. It all seems like a dream sometimes. He gets into the car. The door slams. The next thing he knows, he's getting puched in the stomach! "Why??", he screams in his helium voice, "Why??" "This is not a verse in Kumbaya!" Thump! "Take that you little rodent!" Before little Moonshine passed out from the pain, the signs showed he was on his way to Madison Square Garden. Little tiny golden gloves were already being taped to his tiny paws. to be continued.... Happy woodchuck day |
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Wait a minute... is one of us supposed to be a WOODCHUCK in this scenario?
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Not you GR...just trying to write a story from all the different stuff coming at this thread. |
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i am completely lost in this thread at this point. leave for a while, and LOOK at what happens.
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i guess cajun will be the damsel in distress--hey, you gonna pose for the cover with half a dress on?? swooning?? man, i hate those books. shame they cut down perfectly good trees to print that crap. lady at work reads that stuff--i just refer to it as porn. 'what porn you reading today michelle?' lol i'm lying, i try not to ask her questions-then she replies, and i stand there trying not to:rolleyes: ..country comes to town |
The final chapter.....
So, the car rolls up to Madison Square Garden. Moonshine, the dazed and confused little woodchuck, is hustled to the locker room to await his "bout". He thinks to himself, "This is just too surreal. I really don't want to hurt anyone." He's fitted with some strange looking shorts and a cape that makes him look like a fruit bat. The time comes when he's escorted to the ring to face his opponent. He ducks under the ropes and enters the ring. He waves his small golden boxing gloves in the air, does a quick dance on the canvas. Then, his adversary enters the ring. He blinks his eyes several times as they must be creating a hallucination. Reality sets in. It's a very big, very angry polar bear!!! P Bear is very upset that his ice world is melting. Every other word out of P Bear's mouth is bad (soap worthy). Poor little Moonshine didn't cause all the "global warming". Now he has to PAY!! The bell rings. It rings again. It rings yet another time. Gosh darn it!!!! He stands up and looks around. He doesn't see his shadow. So, back under the blankets he goes. It must have been a bad dream after all. He hits the snooze button that's set for six weeks. Better dreams ahead for the woodchuck. Good that "groundhog's day" is finally over...or was it night? |
I have to say after reading this whole thread, I have absolutely zero idea about what it is about. I'm not sure what urge kept pushing me to read more and more, yet strangely, i was sad to see it stop. Wow, dts hook me up with what your drinking.
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Truth be told, I had not a drop to drink, nor any other mind altering substance. I got some ideas from all the divergent stuff going on in the thread and tried to turn it into something having to do with a groundhog. DTS |
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lol at least it was entertaining. should have been named 'potpourri' since it contained a bit of many things. we did go off on several tangents. |
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heard some blurbs from a guy who has been a climatologist in canada for decades, out of university of winnipeg. he says global warming as it's 'taught' now is incorrect, that it isn't from humans and co2 emissions....and yeah, i remember the ice age talk from 30 years ago. and now the u.n. report has come out saying whatever humans do, or don't do, that global warming will continue.
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I couldn't possibly make this up.
Here is the "real cause" of global warming, in his own words. http://thinkprogress.org/2007/02/10/dino-flatulence/ btw...now adays...cattle fluffies. |
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Very scary. At least I didn't vote for him. |
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I'm with you too. I just have to stop feeding so many beans to my pet dinosaur. It doesn't like going outside in the cold, and frankly, the house is starting to stink up bad. I'm running out of candles.:eek: |
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