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 Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 3:19 am
so here's the game. someone writes a sentence or two and someone else will post and write what they would like to have next.
i'm awesome..I GO FIRST:
She was young and completely unprepared. He was immature and entirely too good at it.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 3:35 am
As they dialed the numbers she felt so ashamed and yet excited. Never before had she made a prank phone call.
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 7:35 pm
Startled by the sudden brrringing of the phone, yet completely unsuspecting, the tobacconist picked up the receiver. "'Allo, Pierre and Paul's Pipes, Pickaxes and Potpourri."
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 2:37 pm
The young girl stayed in silence..
"Hello..? Anyone there?" said Pierre
"Um... yea, just a question.. is Seamore there? Last name Butts." asked the girl, as she stifled compulsive giggles.
"LOOK HERE YOU!! NEVER CALL BACK HERE AGAIN!" snarled Pierre as he slammed down the receiver.
The girl fell back-first onto the floor and rolled around laughing like her life depended on it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 1:03 pm
Struggling to stand from the giggle fits, she brushed herself off, shook off the last of the laughter and looked directly into a new pair of stern eyes.
"Ma'am, we hired you for a reason. that is NOT how one conducts themself when working at the pentagon!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 8:22 pm
The giggling ceased as the girl puffed up her chest. She drew her face to mere inches of her supervisor's face, "You know, I don't think my daddy would appriciate you talking to me like that."
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 8:07 pm
Her supervisor, visibly shaken, took a step back. Could she know? Was this the right time? He took a deep breath, and then said to her, "Luka, I am your father."
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 10:45 pm
Luka's stare turned to ice as her voice lowered, "You'd like me to believe that, wouldn't you? You still owe me my $200."
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 4:44 pm
The supervisor sighed, she never was going to let that one slide, -was- she? He dove deep, into the leathery haven known as his wallet. He tossed some bills on her desk. "That's fifty, that should be a start." He grumbled.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 11:19 am
Luka snorted. "Fifty, enough? What planet do you live on?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2009 10:54 pm
The supervisor looked at his wrist, devoid of time-keeping devices. "Oh my, quarter past five, gotta get home ya know!" He scuttled off, because scuttle is such a cool word.
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