Lively Lyssa
Various words, photos, and pages that strike my fancy. :)
Me: Wanna play the 3 things story game?
AB: How? O.o
Me: I/you name 3 things and the other has to craft a story with them.
AB: Sure!
Me: Hokai. An oriental rug, toothpaste and Asia. GO
AB: Once upon a time in Asia, which was the Richardson’s pet yellow lab, a biscuit was lost amongst the roadkill tribes of the lower intestine. The Pillsbury dough boy was beside himself with worry. So he took a tube of toothpaste, shoved it down Asia’s throat, and watched the biscuit, among massive amounts of bile, burst forth onto an oriental rug. END
Me: Aahahahahahaha, beautiful!
AB: J Thank ya. Your turn: blue jeans, a mustache, and sushi.
Me: The great Mustache Temple of the Western tribe was once a sacred place only the mustachioed could enter. Then the Feminist tribe said that was misogyny and said they’d destroy it if they allow women in as well. So the Western tribe said they’d allow women who wore nothing but blue jeans, as to keep to the western traditions. So that’s how things are at the Mustache Temple. Meanwhile, leagues under the sea, a lobster was waddling along, eating dead things, as he usually did around 4 pm on a Thursday. All of a sudden he had an epiphany. The lobster wasn’t sure if it was the old boot he was nibbling on or the particular way the krill were dancing about that afternoon, but he now knew the secrets of the universe. And with this he knew it was the boot hitting his digestive system, giving him the wisdom of the land dwellers and beyond. The crustacean thirsted to know of this land world he saw in his mind and began a swift course for the surface. Larry’d never been to the surface before (he’d just decided to name himself Larry for the knower of all things ought to have a proper name) but found he was not afraid. He knew what he’d find. What Larry didn’t know was how the land dwellers ate his kind and how he had just swam into a lobster catching net. Even the knower of all things would have to learn the cruelty of fine dining. Larry also didn’t know he was just off the coast of southern Japan, and would be sushi to the leader of the Southern tribe in just a few short hours. One day the Southern and Western tribe decided to have a meeting and see what they could learn from one another, and it just happened to be this day. So they met in the middle on a fishing boat and shared much wisdom over their Larry sushi. The end.
AB: I wish you could hear my applause J
