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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 |
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