I'm tired of the 3 word story: How about everyone writes a whole sentence story?

That's exactly what I was thinking CW.

And something else I was thinking was how great it would be if we could
get Molly Udders back here to grace us with another tune.

+the audience goes wild+

Molly prances on stage right with her enormous breasts threatening to spill from her low cut western shirt.

You can hear the slobber dripping to the floor from the horndogs in the audience.

The lights dim and Molly begins to sing...........

when I was in grade school
Uncle bob said to me
come out to the well house
and sit on my knee

I saw the look in his eye
and the way his fingers twitched
and I ran off and set
in my mama's chevy

Uncle Bob smelled like Miller lite
and smoked Camels
He never cleaned his glasses lenses
and squinted all the time

I hope he goes back
to Lubbock soon and dies
I hope he dies in Lubbock
and don't never come
round here no more


The audience is momentarily stunned, but as the shock of the absolute beauty of the song they had just heard wears off; they raise to their feet
in unison and start a chant MOLLY...MoLLy...MollY....Molly.....

And, at this point...Molly drops dead of a massive coronary.

The audience boos. They wanted more songs from Ms. Udders. How rude of her to croak like that!!

One of her roadies comes out and grabs her arm and drags her off stage.

The MC comes on stage and: "Well....sorry everyone. It appears Ms. Udders isn't feeling too well. But, we do have a treat for you. Next up, the comedic stylings of Harry "Snapper" Organs. Take it away Snapper!!"

Hello....thank you for that awesome introduction. It's hard to follow someone that has dropped dead, but I'll do my best. Many people have told me I die every time I get on stage (ba rum bum...tsssh)

But seriously folks, my name is Harry Organs. I know that sounds made up, but it is my true, God given name. I got the nickname "Snapper" because I love to fish. I also married my wife Ophelia because when we met, she had worms. Like I said, I love to fish (ba rum bum....tsssh)

But seriously folks, my car broke down on the way here and I had to walk about 50 miles through the desert. Boy are my legs tired (ba rum bum....tsssh)

That desert is a strange place. There's like no water anywhere. It's dryer than a nun (ba rum bum....tsssh)

*at this point there is no one left in the audience.......*

Hello, hello...is this mic on? (ba rum bum...tsssh)

Okay drummer dude....you can cut that crap out. Let's go smoke some crack....

And the drummer had a crack dream that went something like this...
There was a family of rabbits who lived near a pack of wolves. The wolves announced that they did not like the way the rabbits were living. [the wolves were crazy about their life style though, because it was the only way to live.] One night several wolves were killed in an earthquake and this was blamed on the rabbits, for it is well known that rabbits pound on the ground with their hind legs and cause earthquakes. And not only earthquakes but all sorts of unpleasant stuff like herpes, crotch rot, split endz, cracked and rough elbows, stinky breath, ugly children, spilled drinks, transmission sluggishness, the blight, the loss of teeth, small business failure, crop failure, the heart break of psoriasis, moldy spots on the wall, and shoes that hurt your feet.

Of course the bunnys denied all this stuff because all rabbits are socialists and who ever heard of a socialist telling the truth?

The moral of this dream is... if there is a moral....buy whaaa an new flyrod because he would really appreciate it.

[edit on 7-3-2007 by whaaa]