Fun Alphabet Story

[wickedcanobeans]

OK, people, so this is how it goes:
I'll start a story with a sentence beginning with the letter A, and the person after me will keep it going with the letter B, C, D, E, F, G, etc and so on.

"Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day..."

[Indigo]

Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day...
But alas, it was still speaking only in haiku.

[wickedcanobeans]

Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day...
But alas, it was still speaking only in haiku.
"Could this be it?" thought the duck as he entered Long Wong's Chinese Restaurant.

[moel]

Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day...
But alas, it was still speaking only in haiku.
"Could this be it?" thought the duck as he entered Long Wong's Chinese Restaurant.
Despair flooded his heart when he noticed duck soup was the special that day.

[AllegroNg]

Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day...
But alas, it was still speaking only in haiku.
"Could this be it?" thought the duck as he entered Long Wong's Chinese Restaurant.
Despair flooded his heart when he noticed duck soup was the special that day.
Everyone enjoyed eating his sister, as it turned out.

[moel]

Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day...
But alas, it was still speaking only in haiku.
"Could this be it?" thought the duck as he entered Long Wong's Chinese Restaurant.
Despair flooded his heart when he noticed duck soup was the special that day.
Everyone enjoyed eating his sister, as it turned out.
For she had gone missing but only a day ago.

[Indigo]

Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day...
But alas, it was still speaking only in haiku.
"Could this be it?" thought the duck as he entered Long Wong's Chinese Restaurant.
Despair flooded his heart when he noticed duck soup was the special that day.
Everyone enjoyed eating his sister, as it turned out.
For she had gone missing but only a day ago.
Gonesh cones we will light for her now..."Ommmmmmmmmm"

[amanda]

Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day...
But alas, it was still speaking only in haiku.
"Could this be it?" thought the duck as he entered Long Wong's Chinese Restaurant.
Despair flooded his heart when he noticed duck soup was the special that day.
Everyone enjoyed eating his sister, as it turned out.
For she had gone missing but only a day ago.
Gonesh cones we will light for her now..."Ommmmmmmmmm"
How brilliant the light is!

[wickedcanobeans]

If only his mother could make the trip; she couldn't afford it.

[agentsmith]

Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day,
But he had not paid his bills
Carefully he shredded all of the notifications
Denying that he had not paid
Every second, he recieved a rude letter,
Finally the annoyances ceased!
Gertrude, his lawyer, had arranged for dinner that night
Happily the duck accepted
Inoccent of any prosecution from her
Justice had prevailed!

[Indigo]

Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day...
But alas, it was still speaking only in haiku.
"Could this be it?" thought the duck as he entered Long Wong's Chinese Restaurant.
Despair flooded his heart when he noticed duck soup was the special that day.
Everyone enjoyed eating his sister, as it turned out.
For she had gone missing but only a day ago.
Gonesh cones we will light for her now..."Ommmmmmmmmm"
How brilliant the light is!
If only his mother could make the trip; she couldn't afford it.
Kitchen help doesn't earn much at IHOP.

[wickedcanobeans]

Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day...
But alas, it was still speaking only in haiku.
"Could this be it?" thought the duck as he entered Long Wong's Chinese Restaurant.
Despair flooded his heart when he noticed duck soup was the special that day.
Everyone enjoyed eating his sister, as it turned out.
For she had gone missing but only a day ago.
Gonesh cones we will light for her now..."Ommmmmmmmmm"
How brilliant the light is!
If only his mother could make the trip; she couldn't afford it.
Kitchen help doesn't earn much at IHOP.
"JOKES!!" he thought. "They're all a bunch of silly jokes!!"

[Indigo]

Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day...
But alas, it was still speaking only in haiku.
"Could this be it?" thought the duck as he entered Long Wong's Chinese Restaurant.
Despair flooded his heart when he noticed duck soup was the special that day.
Everyone enjoyed eating his sister, as it turned out.
For she had gone missing but only a day ago.
Gonesh cones we will light for her now..."Ommmmmmmmmm"
How brilliant the light is!
If only his mother could make the trip; she couldn't afford it.
Kitchen help doesn't earn much at IHOP.
"JOKES!!" he thought. "They're all a bunch of silly jokes!!"
Immediately his thoughts returned to his childhood in the city...

[wickedcanobeans]

Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day...
But alas, it was still speaking only in haiku.
"Could this be it?" thought the duck as he entered Long Wong's Chinese Restaurant.
Despair flooded his heart when he noticed duck soup was the special that day.
Everyone enjoyed eating his sister, as it turned out.
For she had gone missing but only a day ago.
Gonesh cones we will light for her now..."Ommmmmmmmmm"
How brilliant the light is!
If only his mother could make the trip; she couldn't afford it.
"JOKES!!" he thought. "They're all a bunch of silly jokes!!"
Kitchen help doesn't earn much at IHOP.
Lemon saute was what he would be, well, saute'ing in if he didn't find a way out of this hellish nightmare...

[AllegroNg]

Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day...

But alas, it was still speaking only in haiku.

"Could this be it?" thought the duck as he entered Long Wong's Chinese Restaurant.

Despair flooded his heart when he noticed duck soup was the special that day.

Everyone enjoyed eating his sister, as it turned out.

For she had gone missing but only a day ago.

Gonesh cones we will light for her now..."Ommmmmmmmmm"

How brilliant the light is!

If only his mother could make the trip; she couldn't afford it.

"JOKES!!" he thought. "They're all a bunch of silly jokes!!"

Kitchen help doesn't earn much at IHOP.

Lemon saute was what he would be, well, saute'ing in if he didn't find a way out of this hellish nightmare...

"Maybe if I had more grapes," he thought, "I could saute your mom, and not myself."




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[wickedcanobeans]

Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day...
But alas, it was still speaking only in haiku.
"Could this be it?" thought the duck as he entered Long Wong's Chinese Restaurant.
Despair flooded his heart when he noticed duck soup was the special that day.
Everyone enjoyed eating his sister, as it turned out.
For she had gone missing but only a day ago.
Gonesh cones we will light for her now..."Ommmmmmmmmm"
How brilliant the light is!
If only his mother could make the trip; she couldn't afford it.
"JOKES!!" he thought. "They're all a bunch of silly jokes!!"
Kitchen help doesn't earn much at IHOP.
Lemon saute was what he would be, well, saute'ing in if he didn't find a way out of this hellish nightmare...
"Maybe if I had more grapes," he thought, "I could saute your mom, and not myself."
Never had the duck thought such evil things... turns out love is what dug this evilness up.

[Indigo]

Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day...
But alas, it was still speaking only in haiku.
"Could this be it?" thought the duck as he entered Long Wong's Chinese Restaurant.
Despair flooded his heart when he noticed duck soup was the special that day.
Everyone enjoyed eating his sister, as it turned out.
For she had gone missing but only a day ago.
Gonesh cones we will light for her now..."Ommmmmmmmmm"
How brilliant the light is!
If only his mother could make the trip; she couldn't afford it.
"JOKES!!" he thought. "They're all a bunch of silly jokes!!"
Kitchen help doesn't earn much at IHOP.
Lemon saute was what he would be, well, saute'ing in if he didn't find a way out of this hellish nightmare...
"Maybe if I had more grapes," he thought, "I could saute your mom, and not myself."
Never had the duck thought such evil things... turns out love is what dug this evilness up.
"Oh... if only I had been hugged as a child," he said aloud.

[Deviate]

Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day...
But alas, it was still speaking only in haiku.
"Could this be it?" thought the duck as he entered Long Wong's Chinese Restaurant.
Despair flooded his heart when he noticed duck soup was the special that day.
Everyone enjoyed eating his sister, as it turned out.
For she had gone missing but only a day ago.
Gonesh cones we will light for her now..."Ommmmmmmmmm"
How brilliant the light is!
If only his mother could make the trip; she couldn't afford it.
"JOKES!!" he thought. "They're all a bunch of silly jokes!!"
Kitchen help doesn't earn much at IHOP.
Lemon saute was what he would be, well, saute'ing in if he didn't find a way out of this hellish nightmare...
"Maybe if I had more grapes," he thought, "I could saute your mom, and not myself."
Never had the duck thought such evil things... turns out love is what dug this evilness up.
"Oh... if only I had been hugged as a child," he said aloud.
"Possibly my pathetic paternal perceptions would pose no problem."

[noxxville]

Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day...
But alas, it was still speaking only in haiku.
"Could this be it?" thought the duck as he entered Long Wong's Chinese Restaurant.
Despair flooded his heart when he noticed duck soup was the special that day.
Everyone enjoyed eating his sister, as it turned out.
For she had gone missing but only a day ago.
Gonesh cones we will light for her now..."Ommmmmmmmmm"
How brilliant the light is!
If only his mother could make the trip; she couldn't afford it.
"JOKES!!" he thought. "They're all a bunch of silly jokes!!"
Kitchen help doesn't earn much at IHOP.
Lemon saute was what he would be, well, saute'ing in if he didn't find a way out of this hellish nightmare...
"Maybe if I had more grapes," he thought, "I could saute your mom, and not myself."
Never had the duck thought such evil things... turns out love is what dug this evilness up.
"Oh... if only I had been hugged as a child," he said aloud.
"Possibly my pathetic paternal perceptions would pose no problem."
Quietly he sat, as the sauce began to sizzle.

[Indigo]

Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day...
But alas, it was still speaking only in haiku.
"Could this be it?" thought the duck as he entered Long Wong's Chinese Restaurant.
Despair flooded his heart when he noticed duck soup was the special that day.
Everyone enjoyed eating his sister, as it turned out.
For she had gone missing but only a day ago.
Gonesh cones we will light for her now..."Ommmmmmmmmm"
How brilliant the light is!
If only his mother could make the trip; she couldn't afford it.
"JOKES!!" he thought. "They're all a bunch of silly jokes!!"
Kitchen help doesn't earn much at IHOP.
Lemon saute was what he would be, well, saute'ing in if he didn't find a way out of this hellish nightmare...
"Maybe if I had more grapes," he thought, "I could saute your mom, and not myself."
Never had the duck thought such evil things... turns out love is what dug this evilness up.
"Oh... if only I had been hugged as a child," he said aloud.
"Possibly my pathetic paternal perceptions would pose no problem."
Quietly he sat, as the sauce began to sizzle.
"Run." he thought, "I should get up off my fluffy duck bottom and run like hell."

[amanda]

Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day...
But alas, it was still speaking only in haiku.
"Could this be it?" thought the duck as he entered Long Wong's Chinese Restaurant.
Despair flooded his heart when he noticed duck soup was the special that day.
Everyone enjoyed eating his sister, as it turned out.
For she had gone missing but only a day ago.
Gonesh cones we will light for her now..."Ommmmmmmmmm"
How brilliant the light is!
If only his mother could make the trip; she couldn't afford it.
"JOKES!!" he thought. "They're all a bunch of silly jokes!!"
Kitchen help doesn't earn much at IHOP.
Lemon saute was what he would be, well, saute'ing in if he didn't find a way out of this hellish nightmare...
"Maybe if I had more grapes," he thought, "I could saute your mom, and not myself."
Never had the duck thought such evil things... turns out love is what dug this evilness up.
"Oh... if only I had been hugged as a child," he said aloud.
"Possibly my pathetic paternal perceptions would pose no problem."
Quietly he sat, as the sauce began to sizzle.
"Run." he thought, "I should get up off my fluffy duck bottom and run like hell."
Stuck. His little webby feet were stuck.

[Indigo]

Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day...
But alas, it was still speaking only in haiku.
"Could this be it?" thought the duck as he entered Long Wong's Chinese Restaurant.
Despair flooded his heart when he noticed duck soup was the special that day.
Everyone enjoyed eating his sister, as it turned out.
For she had gone missing but only a day ago.
Gonesh cones we will light for her now..."Ommmmmmmmmm"
How brilliant the light is!
If only his mother could make the trip; she couldn't afford it.
"JOKES!!" he thought. "They're all a bunch of silly jokes!!"
Kitchen help doesn't earn much at IHOP.
Lemon saute was what he would be, well, saute'ing in if he didn't find a way out of this hellish nightmare...
"Maybe if I had more grapes," he thought, "I could saute your mom, and not myself."
Never had the duck thought such evil things... turns out love is what dug this evilness up.
"Oh... if only I had been hugged as a child," he said aloud.
"Possibly my pathetic paternal perceptions would pose no problem."
Quietly he sat, as the sauce began to sizzle.
"Run." he thought, "I should get up off my fluffy duck bottom and run like hell."
Stuck. His little webby feet were stuck.
"Trapped." he thought, "I've waddled right onto Long Wong's duck paper..."

[noxxville]

Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day...
But alas, it was still speaking only in haiku.
"Could this be it?" thought the duck as he entered Long Wong's Chinese Restaurant.
Despair flooded his heart when he noticed duck soup was the special that day.
Everyone enjoyed eating his sister, as it turned out.
For she had gone missing but only a day ago.
Gonesh cones we will light for her now..."Ommmmmmmmmm"
How brilliant the light is!
If only his mother could make the trip; she couldn't afford it.
"JOKES!!" he thought. "They're all a bunch of silly jokes!!"
Kitchen help doesn't earn much at IHOP.
Lemon saute was what he would be, well, saute'ing in if he didn't find a way out of this hellish nightmare...
"Maybe if I had more grapes," he thought, "I could saute your mom, and not myself."
Never had the duck thought such evil things... turns out love is what dug this evilness up.
"Oh... if only I had been hugged as a child," he said aloud.
"Possibly my pathetic paternal perceptions would pose no problem."
Quietly he sat, as the sauce began to sizzle.
"Run." he thought, "I should get up off my fluffy duck bottom and run like hell."
Stuck. His little webby feet were stuck.
"Trapped." he thought, "I've waddled right onto Long Wong's duck paper..."
"Unbeleiveable," he said, "What kind of sick bastard uses duck paper?"

[moel]

Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day...
But alas, it was still speaking only in haiku.
"Could this be it?" thought the duck as he entered Long Wong's Chinese Restaurant.
Despair flooded his heart when he noticed duck soup was the special that day.
Everyone enjoyed eating his sister, as it turned out.
For she had gone missing but only a day ago.
Gonesh cones we will light for her now..."Ommmmmmmmmm"
How brilliant the light is!
If only his mother could make the trip; she couldn't afford it.
"JOKES!!" he thought. "They're all a bunch of silly jokes!!"
Kitchen help doesn't earn much at IHOP.
Lemon saute was what he would be, well, saute'ing in if he didn't find a way out of this hellish nightmare...
"Maybe if I had more grapes," he thought, "I could saute your mom, and not myself."
Never had the duck thought such evil things... turns out love is what dug this evilness up.
"Oh... if only I had been hugged as a child," he said aloud.
"Possibly my pathetic paternal perceptions would pose no problem."
Quietly he sat, as the sauce began to sizzle.
"Run." he thought, "I should get up off my fluffy duck bottom and run like hell."
Stuck. His little webby feet were stuck.
"Trapped." he thought, "I've waddled right onto Long Wong's duck paper..."
"Unbeleiveable," he said, "What kind of sick bastard uses duck paper?"
Vaguely he remembered one person from his past who had, he knew then it had to be....

[Deviate]

Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day...
But alas, it was still speaking only in haiku.
"Could this be it?" thought the duck as he entered Long Wong's Chinese Restaurant.
Despair flooded his heart when he noticed duck soup was the special that day.
Everyone enjoyed eating his sister, as it turned out.
For she had gone missing but only a day ago.
Gonesh cones we will light for her now..."Ommmmmmmmmm"
How brilliant the light is!
If only his mother could make the trip; she couldn't afford it.
"JOKES!!" he thought. "They're all a bunch of silly jokes!!"
Kitchen help doesn't earn much at IHOP.
Lemon saute was what he would be, well, saute'ing in if he didn't find a way out of this hellish nightmare...
"Maybe if I had more grapes," he thought, "I could saute your mom, and not myself."
Never had the duck thought such evil things... turns out love is what dug this evilness up.
"Oh... if only I had been hugged as a child," he said aloud.
"Possibly my pathetic paternal perceptions would pose no problem."
Quietly he sat, as the sauce began to sizzle.
"Run." he thought, "I should get up off my fluffy duck bottom and run like hell."
Stuck. His little webby feet were stuck.
"Trapped." he thought, "I've waddled right onto Long Wong's duck paper..."
"Unbeleiveable," he said, "What kind of sick bastard uses duck paper?"
Vaguely he remembered one person from his past who had, he knew then it had to be....
"Wanda!"

[AllegroNg]

Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day...
But alas, it was still speaking only in haiku.
"Could this be it?" thought the duck as he entered Long Wong's Chinese Restaurant.
Despair flooded his heart when he noticed duck soup was the special that day.
Everyone enjoyed eating his sister, as it turned out.
For she had gone missing but only a day ago.
Gonesh cones we will light for her now..."Ommmmmmmmmm"
How brilliant the light is!
If only his mother could make the trip; she couldn't afford it.
"JOKES!!" he thought. "They're all a bunch of silly jokes!!"
Kitchen help doesn't earn much at IHOP.
Lemon saute was what he would be, well, saute'ing in if he didn't find a way out of this hellish nightmare...
"Maybe if I had more grapes," he thought, "I could saute your mom, and not myself."
Never had the duck thought such evil things... turns out love is what dug this evilness up.
"Oh... if only I had been hugged as a child," he said aloud.
"Possibly my pathetic paternal perceptions would pose no problem."
Quietly he sat, as the sauce began to sizzle.
"Run." he thought, "I should get up off my fluffy duck bottom and run like hell."
Stuck. His little webby feet were stuck.
"Trapped." he thought, "I've waddled right onto Long Wong's duck paper..."
"Unbeleiveable," he said, "What kind of sick bastard uses duck paper?"
Vaguely he remembered one person from his past who had, he knew then it had to be....
"Wanda!"
"Xylophonic monkeys!" cried Wanda, "I never thought my.. heh.. 'duck tape' would be effective!"

[noxxville]

Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day...
But alas, it was still speaking only in haiku.
"Could this be it?" thought the duck as he entered Long Wong's Chinese Restaurant.
Despair flooded his heart when he noticed duck soup was the special that day.
Everyone enjoyed eating his sister, as it turned out.
For she had gone missing but only a day ago.
Gonesh cones we will light for her now..."Ommmmmmmmmm"
How brilliant the light is!
If only his mother could make the trip; she couldn't afford it.
"JOKES!!" he thought. "They're all a bunch of silly jokes!!"
Kitchen help doesn't earn much at IHOP.
Lemon saute was what he would be, well, saute'ing in if he didn't find a way out of this hellish nightmare...
"Maybe if I had more grapes," he thought, "I could saute your mom, and not myself."
Never had the duck thought such evil things... turns out love is what dug this evilness up.
"Oh... if only I had been hugged as a child," he said aloud.
"Possibly my pathetic paternal perceptions would pose no problem."
Quietly he sat, as the sauce began to sizzle.
"Run." he thought, "I should get up off my fluffy duck bottom and run like hell."
Stuck. His little webby feet were stuck.
"Trapped." he thought, "I've waddled right onto Long Wong's duck paper..."
"Unbeleiveable," he said, "What kind of sick bastard uses duck paper?"
Vaguely he remembered one person from his past who had, he knew then it had to be....
"Wanda!"
"Xylophonic monkeys!" cried Wanda, "I never thought my.. heh.. 'duck tape' would be effective!"
"You fool!" mocked the duck, "It was a trap! I was never stuck! Nor was I just a duck! I am.........EL Pato!"

[Deviate]

"Zounds!" cried Wanda. "I'm egg-zasperated."

[Indigo]

Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day...
But alas, it was still speaking only in haiku.
"Could this be it?" thought the duck as he entered Long Wong's Chinese Restaurant.
Despair flooded his heart when he noticed duck soup was the special that day.
Everyone enjoyed eating his sister, as it turned out.
For she had gone missing but only a day ago.
Gonesh cones we will light for her now..."Ommmmmmmmmm"
How brilliant the light is!
If only his mother could make the trip; she couldn't afford it.
"JOKES!!" he thought. "They're all a bunch of silly jokes!!"
Kitchen help doesn't earn much at IHOP.
Lemon saute was what he would be, well, saute'ing in if he didn't find a way out of this hellish nightmare...
"Maybe if I had more grapes," he thought, "I could saute your mom, and not myself."
Never had the duck thought such evil things... turns out love is what dug this evilness up.
"Oh... if only I had been hugged as a child," he said aloud.
"Possibly my pathetic paternal perceptions would pose no problem."
Quietly he sat, as the sauce began to sizzle.
"Run." he thought, "I should get up off my fluffy duck bottom and run like hell."
Stuck. His little webby feet were stuck.
"Trapped." he thought, "I've waddled right onto Long Wong's duck paper..."
"Unbeleiveable," he said, "What kind of sick bastard uses duck paper?"
Vaguely he remembered one person from his past who had, he knew then it had to be....
"Wanda!"
"Xylophonic monkeys!" cried Wanda, "I never thought my.. heh.. 'duck tape' would be effective!"
"You fool!" mocked the duck, "It was a trap! I was never stuck! Nor was I just a duck! I am.........EL Pato!"
"Zounds!" cried Wanda. "I'm egg-zasperated."
Approaching cautiously, Wanda curtseyed to El Pato.

[amanda]

Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day...
But alas, it was still speaking only in haiku.
"Could this be it?" thought the duck as he entered Long Wong's Chinese Restaurant.
Despair flooded his heart when he noticed duck soup was the special that day.
Everyone enjoyed eating his sister, as it turned out.
For she had gone missing but only a day ago.
Gonesh cones we will light for her now..."Ommmmmmmmmm"
How brilliant the light is!
If only his mother could make the trip; she couldn't afford it.
"JOKES!!" he thought. "They're all a bunch of silly jokes!!"
Kitchen help doesn't earn much at IHOP.
Lemon saute was what he would be, well, saute'ing in if he didn't find a way out of this hellish nightmare...
"Maybe if I had more grapes," he thought, "I could saute your mom, and not myself."
Never had the duck thought such evil things... turns out love is what dug this evilness up.
"Oh... if only I had been hugged as a child," he said aloud.
"Possibly my pathetic paternal perceptions would pose no problem."
Quietly he sat, as the sauce began to sizzle.
"Run." he thought, "I should get up off my fluffy duck bottom and run like hell."
Stuck. His little webby feet were stuck.
"Trapped." he thought, "I've waddled right onto Long Wong's duck paper..."
"Unbeleiveable," he said, "What kind of sick bastard uses duck paper?"
Vaguely he remembered one person from his past who had, he knew then it had to be....
"Wanda!"
"Xylophonic monkeys!" cried Wanda, "I never thought my.. heh.. 'duck tape' would be effective!"
"You fool!" mocked the duck, "It was a trap! I was never stuck! Nor was I just a duck! I am.........EL Pato!"
"Zounds!" cried Wanda. "I'm egg-zasperated."
Approaching cautiously, Wanda curtseyed to El Pato.
"Buenas noches, mi amigo" her voice was like poisoned honey.

[noxxville]

Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day...
But alas, it was still speaking only in haiku.
"Could this be it?" thought the duck as he entered Long Wong's Chinese Restaurant.
Despair flooded his heart when he noticed duck soup was the special that day.
Everyone enjoyed eating his sister, as it turned out.
For she had gone missing but only a day ago.
Gonesh cones we will light for her now..."Ommmmmmmmmm"
How brilliant the light is!
If only his mother could make the trip; she couldn't afford it.
"JOKES!!" he thought. "They're all a bunch of silly jokes!!"
Kitchen help doesn't earn much at IHOP.
Lemon saute was what he would be, well, saute'ing in if he didn't find a way out of this hellish nightmare...
"Maybe if I had more grapes," he thought, "I could saute your mom, and not myself."
Never had the duck thought such evil things... turns out love is what dug this evilness up.
"Oh... if only I had been hugged as a child," he said aloud.
"Possibly my pathetic paternal perceptions would pose no problem."
Quietly he sat, as the sauce began to sizzle.
"Run." he thought, "I should get up off my fluffy duck bottom and run like hell."
Stuck. His little webby feet were stuck.
"Trapped." he thought, "I've waddled right onto Long Wong's duck paper..."
"Unbeleiveable," he said, "What kind of sick bastard uses duck paper?"
Vaguely he remembered one person from his past who had, he knew then it had to be....
"Wanda!"
"Xylophonic monkeys!" cried Wanda, "I never thought my.. heh.. 'duck tape' would be effective!"
"You fool!" mocked the duck, "It was a trap! I was never stuck! Nor was I just a duck! I am.........EL Pato!"
"Zounds!" cried Wanda. "I'm egg-zasperated."
Approaching cautiously, Wanda curtseyed to El Pato.
"Buenas noches, mi amigo" her voice was like poisoned honey.
"Come over here and sit on big daddy's lap."teased El Pato.

[Indigo]

Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day...
But alas, it was still speaking only in haiku.
"Could this be it?" thought the duck as he entered Long Wong's Chinese Restaurant.
Despair flooded his heart when he noticed duck soup was the special that day.
Everyone enjoyed eating his sister, as it turned out.
For she had gone missing but only a day ago.
Gonesh cones we will light for her now..."Ommmmmmmmmm"
How brilliant the light is!
If only his mother could make the trip; she couldn't afford it.
"JOKES!!" he thought. "They're all a bunch of silly jokes!!"
Kitchen help doesn't earn much at IHOP.
Lemon saute was what he would be, well, saute'ing in if he didn't find a way out of this hellish nightmare...
"Maybe if I had more grapes," he thought, "I could saute your mom, and not myself."
Never had the duck thought such evil things... turns out love is what dug this evilness up.
"Oh... if only I had been hugged as a child," he said aloud.
"Possibly my pathetic paternal perceptions would pose no problem."
Quietly he sat, as the sauce began to sizzle.
"Run." he thought, "I should get up off my fluffy duck bottom and run like hell."
Stuck. His little webby feet were stuck.
"Trapped." he thought, "I've waddled right onto Long Wong's duck paper..."
"Unbeleiveable," he said, "What kind of sick bastard uses duck paper?"
Vaguely he remembered one person from his past who had, he knew then it had to be....
"Wanda!"
"Xylophonic monkeys!" cried Wanda, "I never thought my.. heh.. 'duck tape' would be effective!"
"You fool!" mocked the duck, "It was a trap! I was never stuck! Nor was I just a duck! I am.........EL Pato!"
"Zounds!" cried Wanda. "I'm egg-zasperated."
Approaching cautiously, Wanda curtseyed to El Pato.
"Buenas noches, mi amigo" her voice was like poisoned honey.
"Come over here and sit on big daddy's lap."teased El Pato.
"Don't tempt me," replied Wanda "I've just been fixed!"

[nycwriters]

Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day...
But alas, it was still speaking only in haiku.
"Could this be it?" thought the duck as he entered Long Wong's Chinese Restaurant.
Despair flooded his heart when he noticed duck soup was the special that day.
Everyone enjoyed eating his sister, as it turned out.
For she had gone missing but only a day ago.
Gonesh cones we will light for her now..."Ommmmmmmmmm"
How brilliant the light is!
If only his mother could make the trip; she couldn't afford it.
"JOKES!!" he thought. "They're all a bunch of silly jokes!!"
Kitchen help doesn't earn much at IHOP.
Lemon saute was what he would be, well, saute'ing in if he didn't find a way out of this hellish nightmare...
"Maybe if I had more grapes," he thought, "I could saute your mom, and not myself."
Never had the duck thought such evil things... turns out love is what dug this evilness up.
"Oh... if only I had been hugged as a child," he said aloud.
"Possibly my pathetic paternal perceptions would pose no problem."
Quietly he sat, as the sauce began to sizzle.
"Run." he thought, "I should get up off my fluffy duck bottom and run like hell."
Stuck. His little webby feet were stuck.
"Trapped." he thought, "I've waddled right onto Long Wong's duck paper..."
"Unbeleiveable," he said, "What kind of sick bastard uses duck paper?"
Vaguely he remembered one person from his past who had, he knew then it had to be....
"Wanda!"
"Xylophonic monkeys!" cried Wanda, "I never thought my.. heh.. 'duck tape' would be effective!"
"You fool!" mocked the duck, "It was a trap! I was never stuck! Nor was I just a duck! I am.........EL Pato!"
"Zounds!" cried Wanda. "I'm egg-zasperated."
Approaching cautiously, Wanda curtseyed to El Pato.
"Buenas noches, mi amigo" her voice was like poisoned honey.
"Come over here and sit on big daddy's lap."teased El Pato.
"Don't tempt me," replied Wanda "I've just been fixed!"
"Everyone's been fixed honey," said El Pato. "So come here and give me some sugah."

[noxxville]

Another day the duck was alive, it was a good day...
But alas, it was still speaking only in haiku.
"Could this be it?" thought the duck as he entered Long Wong's Chinese Restaurant.
Despair flooded his heart when he noticed duck soup was the special that day.
Everyone enjoyed eating his sister, as it turned out.
For she had gone missing but only a day ago.
Gonesh cones we will light for her now..."Ommmmmmmmmm"
How brilliant the light is!
If only his mother could make the trip; she couldn't afford it.
"JOKES!!" he thought. "They're all a bunch of silly jokes!!"
Kitchen help doesn't earn much at IHOP.
Lemon saute was what he would be, well, saute'ing in if he didn't find a way out of this hellish nightmare...
"Maybe if I had more grapes," he thought, "I could saute your mom, and not myself."
Never had the duck thought such evil things... turns out love is what dug this evilness up.
"Oh... if only I had been hugged as a child," he said aloud.
"Possibly my pathetic paternal perceptions would pose no problem."
Quietly he sat, as the sauce began to sizzle.
"Run." he thought, "I should get up off my fluffy duck bottom and run like hell."
Stuck. His little webby feet were stuck.
"Trapped." he thought, "I've waddled right onto Long Wong's duck paper..."
"Unbeleiveable," he said, "What kind of sick bastard uses duck paper?"
Vaguely he remembered one person from his past who had, he knew then it had to be....
"Wanda!"
"Xylophonic monkeys!" cried Wanda, "I never thought my.. heh.. 'duck tape' would be effective!"
"You fool!" mocked the duck, "It was a trap! I was never stuck! Nor was I just a duck! I am.........EL Pato!"
"Zounds!" cried Wanda. "I'm egg-zasperated."
Approaching cautiously, Wanda curtseyed to El Pato.
"Buenas noches, mi amigo" her voice was like poisoned honey.
"Come over here and sit on big daddy's lap."teased El Pato.
"Don't tempt me," replied Wanda "I've just been fixed!"
"Everyone's been fixed honey," said El Pato. "So come here and give me some sugah."
"Forget get about sugah," laughed Wanda "I'll give you the whole damn thing!"

[Gatsby]

*BUMP*

New Story!

All the time, the man obsessed about apples.

[Coffee]

All the time, the man obsessed about apples.
But he lived in a barren land so buying them was a financial burden.

[Gatsby]

All the time, the man obsessed about apples.
But he lived in a barren land so buying them was a financial burden.
Carrots just didn't appeal to him: it was the apples that he fancied.

[Hyakujo's Fox]

All the time, the man obsessed about apples.
But he lived in a barren land so buying them was a financial burden.
Carrots just didn't appeal to him: it was the apples that he fancied.
Dreams of apples filled his days and his nights - red delicious, granny smiths, pink ladies, jonathans - his head would spin with the possibilities.

[straymonk]

All the time, the man obsessed about apples.
But he lived in a barren land so buying them was a financial burden.
Carrots just didn't appeal to him: it was the apples that he fancied.
Dreams of apples filled his days and his nights - red delicious, granny smiths, pink ladies, jonathans - his head would spin with the possibilities.
Eventually, he visited a psychiatrist to see if he could be cured of his awful apple obsession.

[Gatsby]

All the time, the man obsessed about apples.
But he lived in a barren land so buying them was a financial burden.
Carrots just didn't appeal to him: it was the apples that he fancied.
Dreams of apples filled his days and his nights - red delicious, granny smiths, pink ladies, jonathans - his head would spin with the possibilities.
Eventually, he visited a psychiatrist to see if he could be cured of his awful apple obsession.
Fortunately for the man, the psychiatrist had seen this before, and suggested anti-apple-hynotherapy.

[Marcus Bales]

All the time, the man obsessed about apples.
But he lived in a barren land so buying them was a financial burden.
Carrots just didn't appeal to him: it was the apples that he fancied.
Dreams of apples filled his days and his nights - red delicious, granny smiths, pink ladies, jonathans - his head would spin with the possibilities.
Eventually, he visited a psychiatrist to see if he could be cured of his awful apple obsession.
Fortunately for the man, the psychiatrist had seen this before, and suggested anti-apple-hynotherapy.
"Gosh!" he said, "Hynotherapy! I've never heard of that."

[Hyakujo's Fox]

All the time, the man obsessed about apples.
But he lived in a barren land so buying them was a financial burden.
Carrots just didn't appeal to him: it was the apples that he fancied.
Dreams of apples filled his days and his nights - red delicious, granny smiths, pink ladies, jonathans - his head would spin with the possibilities.
Eventually, he visited a psychiatrist to see if he could be cured of his awful apple obsession.
Fortunately for the man, the psychiatrist had seen this before, and suggested anti-apple-hynotherapy.
"Gosh!" he said, "Hynotherapy! I've never heard of that."
"Hypnotherapy is the latest money-m... *cough* advance in medical science!" the psychiatrist enthused.

[Coffee]

All the time, the man obsessed about apples.
But he lived in a barren land so buying them was a financial burden.
Carrots just didn't appeal to him: it was the apples that he fancied.
Dreams of apples filled his days and his nights - red delicious, granny smiths, pink ladies, jonathans - his head would spin with the possibilities.
Eventually, he visited a psychiatrist to see if he could be cured of his awful apple obsession.
Fortunately for the man, the psychiatrist had seen this before, and suggested anti-apple-hynotherapy.
"Gosh!" he said, "Hynotherapy! I've never heard of that."
"Hypnotherapy is the latest money-m... *cough* advance in medical science!" the psychiatrist enthused.
"I personally invented the incredible anti-apple-hynotherapy process" continued the doctor, warming up to his spiel.

[Gatsby]

All the time, the man obsessed about apples.
But he lived in a barren land so buying them was a financial burden.
Carrots just didn't appeal to him: it was the apples that he fancied.
Dreams of apples filled his days and his nights - red delicious, granny smiths, pink ladies, jonathans - his head would spin with the possibilities.
Eventually, he visited a psychiatrist to see if he could be cured of his awful apple obsession.
Fortunately for the man, the psychiatrist had seen this before, and suggested anti-apple-hynotherapy.
"Gosh!" he said, "Hynotherapy! I've never heard of that."
"Hypnotherapy is the latest money-m... *cough* advance in medical science!" the psychiatrist enthused.
"I personally invented the incredible anti-apple-hynotherapy process" continued the doctor, warming up to his spiel.
Just as the doctor started to explain further, the man stopped him: "I don't care about the costs. Hypnotise me right away!"

[Hyakujo's Fox]

All the time, the man obsessed about apples.
But he lived in a barren land so buying them was a financial burden.
Carrots just didn't appeal to him: it was the apples that he fancied.
Dreams of apples filled his days and his nights - red delicious, granny smiths, pink ladies, jonathans - his head would spin with the possibilities.
Eventually, he visited a psychiatrist to see if he could be cured of his awful apple obsession.
Fortunately for the man, the psychiatrist had seen this before, and suggested anti-apple-hynotherapy.
"Gosh!" he said, "Hynotherapy! I've never heard of that."
"Hypnotherapy is the latest money-m... *cough* advance in medical science!" the psychiatrist enthused.
"I personally invented the incredible anti-apple-hynotherapy process" continued the doctor, warming up to his spiel.
Just as the doctor started to explain further, the man stopped him: "I don't care about the costs. Hypnotise me right away!"
"Kenny," said the psychiatrist, for that was the man's name, "look into my eyes..."

[Marcus Bales]

All the time, the man obsessed about apples.
But he lived in a barren land so buying them was a financial burden.
Carrots just didn't appeal to him: it was the apples that he fancied.
Dreams of apples filled his days and his nights - red delicious, granny smiths, pink ladies, jonathans - his head would spin with the possibilities.
Eventually, he visited a psychiatrist to see if he could be cured of his awful apple obsession.
Fortunately for the man, the psychiatrist had seen this before, and suggested anti-apple-hynotherapy.
"Gosh!" he said, "Hynotherapy! I've never heard of that."
"Hynotherapy is the latest money-m... *cough* advance in medical science!" the psychiatrist enthused.
"I personally invented the incredible anti-apple-hynotherapy process" continued the doctor, warming up to his spiel.
Just as the doctor started to explain further, the man stopped him: "I don't care about the costs. Hypnotise me right away!"
"Kenny," said the psychiatrist, for that was the man's name, "look into my eyes..."
"Lordy, I can't hypnotize you, Kenny," the doctor said. "I said 'hynotherapy', not 'hypnotherapy'!"

[Hyakujo's Fox]

All the time, the man obsessed about apples.
But he lived in a barren land so buying them was a financial burden.
Carrots just didn't appeal to him: it was the apples that he fancied.
Dreams of apples filled his days and his nights - red delicious, granny smiths, pink ladies, jonathans - his head would spin with the possibilities.
Eventually, he visited a psychiatrist to see if he could be cured of his awful apple obsession.
Fortunately for the man, the psychiatrist had seen this before, and suggested anti-apple-hynotherapy.
"Gosh!" he said, "Hynotherapy! I've never heard of that."
"Hynotherapy is the latest money-m... *cough* advance in medical science!" the psychiatrist enthused.
"I personally invented the incredible anti-apple-hynotherapy process" continued the doctor, warming up to his spiel.
Just as the doctor started to explain further, the man stopped him: "I don't care about the costs. Hypnotise me right away!"
"Kenny," said the psychiatrist, for that was the man's name, "look into my eyes..."
"Lordy, I can't hypnotize you, Kenny," the doctor said. "I said 'hynotherapy', not 'hypnotherapy'!"
"My goodness... so you did!" gasped Kenny.

[Coffee]

All the time, the man obsessed about apples.
But he lived in a barren land so buying them was a financial burden.
Carrots just didn't appeal to him: it was the apples that he fancied.
Dreams of apples filled his days and his nights - red delicious, granny smiths, pink ladies, jonathans - his head would spin with the possibilities.
Eventually, he visited a psychiatrist to see if he could be cured of his awful apple obsession.
Fortunately for the man, the psychiatrist had seen this before, and suggested anti-apple-hynotherapy.
"Gosh!" he said, "Hynotherapy! I've never heard of that."
"Hynotherapy is the latest money-m... *cough* advance in medical science!" the psychiatrist enthused.
"I personally invented the incredible anti-apple-hynotherapy process" continued the doctor, warming up to his spiel.
Just as the doctor started to explain further, the man stopped him: "I don't care about the costs. Hypnotise me right away!"
"Kenny," said the psychiatrist, for that was the man's name, "look into my eyes..."
"Lordy, I can't hypnotize you, Kenny," the doctor said. "I said 'hynotherapy', not 'hypnotherapy'!"
"My goodness... so you did!" gasped Kenny.
"Now that we have that settled, doctor, will you please cure me of this apple obsession, its begining to drive me mad" Kenny pleaded.

[Hyakujo's Fox]

All the time, the man obsessed about apples.
But he lived in a barren land so buying them was a financial burden.
Carrots just didn't appeal to him: it was the apples that he fancied.
Dreams of apples filled his days and his nights - red delicious, granny smiths, pink ladies, jonathans - his head would spin with the possibilities.
Eventually, he visited a psychiatrist to see if he could be cured of his awful apple obsession.
Fortunately for the man, the psychiatrist had seen this before, and suggested anti-apple-hynotherapy.
"Gosh!" he said, "Hynotherapy! I've never heard of that."
"Hynotherapy is the latest money-m... *cough* advance in medical science!" the psychiatrist enthused.
"I personally invented the incredible anti-apple-hynotherapy process" continued the doctor, warming up to his spiel.
Just as the doctor started to explain further, the man stopped him: "I don't care about the costs. Hypnotise me right away!"
"Kenny," said the psychiatrist, for that was the man's name, "look into my eyes..."
"Lordy, I can't hypnotize you, Kenny," the doctor said. "I said 'hynotherapy', not 'hypnotherapy'!"
"My goodness... so you did!" gasped Kenny.
"Now that we have that settled, doctor, will you please cure me of this apple obsession, its begining to drive me mad" Kenny pleaded.
"Of course, Kenny, just remove you pants and step right into my patented hynotherapy™ chamber."

[trisherina]

All the time, the man obsessed about apples.
But he lived in a barren land so buying them was a financial burden.
Carrots just didn't appeal to him: it was the apples that he fancied.
Dreams of apples filled his days and his nights - red delicious, granny smiths, pink ladies, jonathans - his head would spin with the possibilities.
Eventually, he visited a psychiatrist to see if he could be cured of his awful apple obsession.
Fortunately for the man, the psychiatrist had seen this before, and suggested anti-apple-hynotherapy.
"Gosh!" he said, "Hynotherapy! I've never heard of that."
"Hynotherapy is the latest money-m... *cough* advance in medical science!" the psychiatrist enthused.
"I personally invented the incredible anti-apple-hynotherapy process" continued the doctor, warming up to his spiel.
Just as the doctor started to explain further, the man stopped him: "I don't care about the costs. Hypnotise me right away!"
"Kenny," said the psychiatrist, for that was the man's name, "look into my eyes..."
"Lordy, I can't hypnotize you, Kenny," the doctor said. "I said 'hynotherapy', not 'hypnotherapy'!"
"My goodness... so you did!" gasped Kenny.
"Now that we have that settled, doctor, will you please cure me of this apple obsession, its begining to drive me mad" Kenny pleaded.
"Of course, Kenny, just remove you pants and step right into my patented hynotherapy™ chamber."
"Pants? What do you need my pants off for?" asked Kenny, removing them anyway.

[Marcus Bales]

All the time, the man obsessed about apples.
But he lived in a barren land so buying them was a financial burden.
Carrots just didn't appeal to him: it was the apples that he fancied.
Dreams of apples filled his days and his nights - red delicious, granny smiths, pink ladies, jonathans - his head would spin with the possibilities.
Eventually, he visited a psychiatrist to see if he could be cured of his awful apple obsession.
Fortunately for the man, the psychiatrist had seen this before, and suggested anti-apple-hynotherapy.
"Gosh!" he said, "Hynotherapy! I've never heard of that."
"Hynotherapy is the latest money-m... *cough* advance in medical science!" the psychiatrist enthused.
"I personally invented the incredible anti-apple-hynotherapy process" continued the doctor, warming up to his spiel.
Just as the doctor started to explain further, the man stopped him: "I don't care about the costs. Hypnotise me right away!"
"Kenny," said the psychiatrist, for that was the man's name, "look into my eyes..."
"Lordy, I can't hypnotize you, Kenny," the doctor said. "I said 'hynotherapy', not 'hypnotherapy'!"
"My goodness... so you did!" gasped Kenny.
"Now that we have that settled, doctor, will you please cure me of this apple obsession, its begining to drive me mad" Kenny pleaded.
"Of course, Kenny, just remove you pants and step right into my patented hynotherapy™ chamber."
"Pants? What do you need my pants off for?" asked Kenny, removing them anyway.
"Quite purely precautionary," the doctor replied, "so you don't bolt -- traditional Welsh music can be a bit startling at first."

[Klynne]

All the time, the man obsessed about apples.
But he lived in a barren land so buying them was a financial burden.
Carrots just didn't appeal to him: it was the apples that he fancied.
Dreams of apples filled his days and his nights - red delicious, granny smiths, pink ladies, jonathans - his head would spin with the possibilities.
Eventually, he visited a psychiatrist to see if he could be cured of his awful apple obsession.
Fortunately for the man, the psychiatrist had seen this before, and suggested anti-apple-hynotherapy.
"Gosh!" he said, "Hynotherapy! I've never heard of that."
"Hynotherapy is the latest money-m... *cough* advance in medical science!" the psychiatrist enthused.
"I personally invented the incredible anti-apple-hynotherapy process" continued the doctor, warming up to his spiel.
Just as the doctor started to explain further, the man stopped him: "I don't care about the costs. Hypnotise me right away!"
"Kenny," said the psychiatrist, for that was the man's name, "look into my eyes..."
"Lordy, I can't hypnotize you, Kenny," the doctor said. "I said 'hynotherapy', not 'hypnotherapy'!"
"My goodness... so you did!" gasped Kenny.
"Now that we have that settled, doctor, will you please cure me of this apple obsession, its begining to drive me mad" Kenny pleaded.
"Of course, Kenny, just remove you pants and step right into my patented hynotherapy™ chamber."
"Pants? What do you need my pants off for?" asked Kenny, removing them anyway.
"Quite purely precautionary," the doctor replied, "so you don't bolt -- traditional Welsh music can be a bit startling at first."
"Really?" Kenny asked. He wasn't sure if this doctor was on the up and up.

[Hyakujo's Fox]

All the time, the man obsessed about apples.
But he lived in a barren land so buying them was a financial burden.
Carrots just didn't appeal to him: it was the apples that he fancied.
Dreams of apples filled his days and his nights - red delicious, granny smiths, pink ladies, jonathans - his head would spin with the possibilities.
Eventually, he visited a psychiatrist to see if he could be cured of his awful apple obsession.
Fortunately for the man, the psychiatrist had seen this before, and suggested anti-apple-hynotherapy.
"Gosh!" he said, "Hynotherapy! I've never heard of that."
"Hynotherapy is the latest money-m... *cough* advance in medical science!" the psychiatrist enthused.
"I personally invented the incredible anti-apple-hynotherapy process" continued the doctor, warming up to his spiel.
Just as the doctor started to explain further, the man stopped him: "I don't care about the costs. Hypnotise me right away!"
"Kenny," said the psychiatrist, for that was the man's name, "look into my eyes..."
"Lordy, I can't hypnotize you, Kenny," the doctor said. "I said 'hynotherapy', not 'hypnotherapy'!"
"My goodness... so you did!" gasped Kenny.
"Now that we have that settled, doctor, will you please cure me of this apple obsession, its begining to drive me mad" Kenny pleaded.
"Of course, Kenny, just remove you pants and step right into my patented hynotherapy™ chamber."
"Pants? What do you need my pants off for?" asked Kenny, removing them anyway.
"Quite purely precautionary," the doctor replied, "so you don't bolt -- traditional Welsh music can be a bit startling at first."
"Really?" Kenny asked. He wasn't sure if this doctor was on the up and up.
"Soon all your problems will be over, Kenny" said the doctor, chuckling to himself.

[trisherina]

All the time, the man obsessed about apples.
But he lived in a barren land so buying them was a financial burden.
Carrots just didn't appeal to him: it was the apples that he fancied.
Dreams of apples filled his days and his nights - red delicious, granny smiths, pink ladies, jonathans - his head would spin with the possibilities.
Eventually, he visited a psychiatrist to see if he could be cured of his awful apple obsession.
Fortunately for the man, the psychiatrist had seen this before, and suggested anti-apple-hynotherapy.
"Gosh!" he said, "Hynotherapy! I've never heard of that."
"Hynotherapy is the latest money-m... *cough* advance in medical science!" the psychiatrist enthused.
"I personally invented the incredible anti-apple-hynotherapy process" continued the doctor, warming up to his spiel.
Just as the doctor started to explain further, the man stopped him: "I don't care about the costs. Hypnotise me right away!"
"Kenny," said the psychiatrist, for that was the man's name, "look into my eyes..."
"Lordy, I can't hypnotize you, Kenny," the doctor said. "I said 'hynotherapy', not 'hypnotherapy'!"
"My goodness... so you did!" gasped Kenny.
"Now that we have that settled, doctor, will you please cure me of this apple obsession, its begining to drive me mad" Kenny pleaded.
"Of course, Kenny, just remove you pants and step right into my patented hynotherapy™ chamber."
"Pants? What do you need my pants off for?" asked Kenny, removing them anyway.
"Quite purely precautionary," the doctor replied, "so you don't bolt -- traditional Welsh music can be a bit startling at first."
"Really?" Kenny asked. He wasn't sure if this doctor was on the up and up.
"Soon all your problems will be over, Kenny" said the doctor, chuckling to himself.
Truth is, after the excruciating pain he was about to experience, Kenny would be happy to have only a pesky apple obsession to worry about.

[Marcus Bales]

All the time, the man obsessed about apples.
But he lived in a barren land so buying them was a financial burden.
Carrots just didn't appeal to him: it was the apples that he fancied.
Dreams of apples filled his days and his nights - red delicious, granny smiths, pink ladies, jonathans - his head would spin with the possibilities.
Eventually, he visited a psychiatrist to see if he could be cured of his awful apple obsession.
Fortunately for the man, the psychiatrist had seen this before, and suggested anti-apple-hynotherapy.
"Gosh!" he said, "Hynotherapy! I've never heard of that."
"Hynotherapy is the latest money-m... *cough* advance in medical science!" the psychiatrist enthused.
"I personally invented the incredible anti-apple-hynotherapy process" continued the doctor, warming up to his spiel.
Just as the doctor started to explain further, the man stopped him: "I don't care about the costs. Hypnotise me right away!"
"Kenny," said the psychiatrist, for that was the man's name, "look into my eyes..."
"Lordy, I can't hypnotize you, Kenny," the doctor said. "I said 'hynotherapy', not 'hypnotherapy'!"
"My goodness... so you did!" gasped Kenny.
"Now that we have that settled, doctor, will you please cure me of this apple obsession, its begining to drive me mad" Kenny pleaded.
"Of course, Kenny, just remove you pants and step right into my patented hynotherapy™ chamber."
"Pants? What do you need my pants off for?" asked Kenny, removing them anyway.
"Quite purely precautionary," the doctor replied, "so you don't bolt -- traditional Welsh music can be a bit startling at first."
"Really?" Kenny asked. He wasn't sure if this doctor was on the up and up.
"Soon all your problems will be over, Kenny" said the doctor, chuckling to himself.
Truth is, after the excruciating pain he was about to experience, Kenny would be happy to have only a pesky apple obsession to worry about.
"Under Milkwood" began to play, and Kenny began to twitch, then jerk, then play air-crwth.

[Hyakujo's Fox]

All the time, the man obsessed about apples.
But he lived in a barren land so buying them was a financial burden.
Carrots just didn't appeal to him: it was the apples that he fancied.
Dreams of apples filled his days and his nights - red delicious, granny smiths, pink ladies, jonathans - his head would spin with the possibilities.
Eventually, he visited a psychiatrist to see if he could be cured of his awful apple obsession.
Fortunately for the man, the psychiatrist had seen this before, and suggested anti-apple-hynotherapy.
"Gosh!" he said, "Hynotherapy! I've never heard of that."
"Hynotherapy is the latest money-m... *cough* advance in medical science!" the psychiatrist enthused.
"I personally invented the incredible anti-apple-hynotherapy process" continued the doctor, warming up to his spiel.
Just as the doctor started to explain further, the man stopped him: "I don't care about the costs. Hypnotise me right away!"
"Kenny," said the psychiatrist, for that was the man's name, "look into my eyes..."
"Lordy, I can't hypnotize you, Kenny," the doctor said. "I said 'hynotherapy', not 'hypnotherapy'!"
"My goodness... so you did!" gasped Kenny.
"Now that we have that settled, doctor, will you please cure me of this apple obsession, its begining to drive me mad" Kenny pleaded.
"Of course, Kenny, just remove you pants and step right into my patented hynotherapy™ chamber."
"Pants? What do you need my pants off for?" asked Kenny, removing them anyway.
"Quite purely precautionary," the doctor replied, "so you don't bolt -- traditional Welsh music can be a bit startling at first."
"Really?" Kenny asked. He wasn't sure if this doctor was on the up and up.
"Soon all your problems will be over, Kenny" said the doctor, chuckling to himself.
Truth is, after the excruciating pain he was about to experience, Kenny would be happy to have only a pesky apple obsession to worry about.
"Under Milkwood" began to play, and Kenny began to twitch, then jerk, then play air-crwth.
Very soon Kenny fell into a strange dream where he was stumbling around lost in a coal mine.

[trisherina]

All the time, the man obsessed about apples.
But he lived in a barren land so buying them was a financial burden.
Carrots just didn't appeal to him: it was the apples that he fancied.
Dreams of apples filled his days and his nights - red delicious, granny smiths, pink ladies, jonathans - his head would spin with the possibilities.
Eventually, he visited a psychiatrist to see if he could be cured of his awful apple obsession.
Fortunately for the man, the psychiatrist had seen this before, and suggested anti-apple-hynotherapy.
"Gosh!" he said, "Hynotherapy! I've never heard of that."
"Hynotherapy is the latest money-m... *cough* advance in medical science!" the psychiatrist enthused.
"I personally invented the incredible anti-apple-hynotherapy process" continued the doctor, warming up to his spiel.
Just as the doctor started to explain further, the man stopped him: "I don't care about the costs. Hypnotise me right away!"
"Kenny," said the psychiatrist, for that was the man's name, "look into my eyes..."
"Lordy, I can't hypnotize you, Kenny," the doctor said. "I said 'hynotherapy', not 'hypnotherapy'!"
"My goodness... so you did!" gasped Kenny.
"Now that we have that settled, doctor, will you please cure me of this apple obsession, its begining to drive me mad" Kenny pleaded.
"Of course, Kenny, just remove you pants and step right into my patented hynotherapy™ chamber."
"Pants? What do you need my pants off for?" asked Kenny, removing them anyway.
"Quite purely precautionary," the doctor replied, "so you don't bolt -- traditional Welsh music can be a bit startling at first."
"Really?" Kenny asked. He wasn't sure if this doctor was on the up and up.
"Soon all your problems will be over, Kenny" said the doctor, chuckling to himself.
Truth is, after the excruciating pain he was about to experience, Kenny would be happy to have only a pesky apple obsession to worry about.
"Under Milkwood" began to play, and Kenny began to twitch, then jerk, then play air-crwth.
Very soon Kenny fell into a strange dream where he was stumbling around lost in a coal mine.
"Wotthehell, archy, wotthehell," he mumbled in his stupor.

[Marcus Bales]

All the time, the man obsessed about apples.
But he lived in a barren land so buying them was a financial burden.
Carrots just didn't appeal to him: it was the apples that he fancied.
Dreams of apples filled his days and his nights - red delicious, granny smiths, pink ladies, jonathans - his head would spin with the possibilities.
Eventually, he visited a psychiatrist to see if he could be cured of his awful apple obsession.
Fortunately for the man, the psychiatrist had seen this before, and suggested anti-apple-hynotherapy.
"Gosh!" he said, "Hynotherapy! I've never heard of that."
"Hynotherapy is the latest money-m... *cough* advance in medical science!" the psychiatrist enthused.
"I personally invented the incredible anti-apple-hynotherapy process" continued the doctor, warming up to his spiel.
Just as the doctor started to explain further, the man stopped him: "I don't care about the costs. Hypnotise me right away!"
"Kenny," said the psychiatrist, for that was the man's name, "look into my eyes..."
"Lordy, I can't hypnotize you, Kenny," the doctor said. "I said 'hynotherapy', not 'hypnotherapy'!"
"My goodness... so you did!" gasped Kenny.
"Now that we have that settled, doctor, will you please cure me of this apple obsession, its begining to drive me mad" Kenny pleaded.
"Of course, Kenny, just remove you pants and step right into my patented hynotherapy™ chamber."
"Pants? What do you need my pants off for?" asked Kenny, removing them anyway.
"Quite purely precautionary," the doctor replied, "so you don't bolt -- traditional Welsh music can be a bit startling at first."
"Really?" Kenny asked. He wasn't sure if this doctor was on the up and up.
"Soon all your problems will be over, Kenny" said the doctor, chuckling to himself.
Truth is, after the excruciating pain he was about to experience, Kenny would be happy to have only a pesky apple obsession to worry about.
"Under Milkwood" began to play, and Kenny began to twitch, then jerk, then play air-crwth.
Very soon Kenny fell into a strange dream where he was stumbling around lost in a coal mine.
"Wotthehell, archy, wotthehell," he mumbled in his stupor.
"X marks the spot, Kenny!" said the cheerful voice of the doctor.

[Gatsby]

All the time, the man obsessed about apples.
But he lived in a barren land so buying them was a financial burden.
Carrots just didn't appeal to him: it was the apples that he fancied.
Dreams of apples filled his days and his nights - red delicious, granny smiths, pink ladies, jonathans - his head would spin with the possibilities.
Eventually, he visited a psychiatrist to see if he could be cured of his awful apple obsession.
Fortunately for the man, the psychiatrist had seen this before, and suggested anti-apple-hynotherapy.
"Gosh!" he said, "Hynotherapy! I've never heard of that."
"Hynotherapy is the latest money-m... *cough* advance in medical science!" the psychiatrist enthused.
"I personally invented the incredible anti-apple-hynotherapy process" continued the doctor, warming up to his spiel.
Just as the doctor started to explain further, the man stopped him: "I don't care about the costs. Hypnotise me right away!"
"Kenny," said the psychiatrist, for that was the man's name, "look into my eyes..."
"Lordy, I can't hypnotize you, Kenny," the doctor said. "I said 'hynotherapy', not 'hypnotherapy'!"
"My goodness... so you did!" gasped Kenny.
"Now that we have that settled, doctor, will you please cure me of this apple obsession, its begining to drive me mad" Kenny pleaded.
"Of course, Kenny, just remove you pants and step right into my patented hynotherapy™ chamber."
"Pants? What do you need my pants off for?" asked Kenny, removing them anyway.
"Quite purely precautionary," the doctor replied, "so you don't bolt -- traditional Welsh music can be a bit startling at first."
"Really?" Kenny asked. He wasn't sure if this doctor was on the up and up.
"Soon all your problems will be over, Kenny" said the doctor, chuckling to himself.
Truth is, after the excruciating pain he was about to experience, Kenny would be happy to have only a pesky apple obsession to worry about.
"Under Milkwood" began to play, and Kenny began to twitch, then jerk, then play air-crwth.
Very soon Kenny fell into a strange dream where he was stumbling around lost in a coal mine.
"Wotthehell, archy, wotthehell," he mumbled in his stupor.
"X marks the spot, Kenny!" said the cheerful voice of the doctor.
"Yeeeee-ow!" exclaimed Kenny as he felt the oddest sensation.

[Hyakujo's Fox]

All the time, the man obsessed about apples.
But he lived in a barren land so buying them was a financial burden.
Carrots just didn't appeal to him: it was the apples that he fancied.
Dreams of apples filled his days and his nights - red delicious, granny smiths, pink ladies, jonathans - his head would spin with the possibilities.
Eventually, he visited a psychiatrist to see if he could be cured of his awful apple obsession.
Fortunately for the man, the psychiatrist had seen this before, and suggested anti-apple-hynotherapy.
"Gosh!" he said, "Hynotherapy! I've never heard of that."
"Hynotherapy is the latest money-m... *cough* advance in medical science!" the psychiatrist enthused.
"I personally invented the incredible anti-apple-hynotherapy process" continued the doctor, warming up to his spiel.
Just as the doctor started to explain further, the man stopped him: "I don't care about the costs. Hypnotise me right away!"
"Kenny," said the psychiatrist, for that was the man's name, "look into my eyes..."
"Lordy, I can't hypnotize you, Kenny," the doctor said. "I said 'hynotherapy', not 'hypnotherapy'!"
"My goodness... so you did!" gasped Kenny.
"Now that we have that settled, doctor, will you please cure me of this apple obsession, its begining to drive me mad" Kenny pleaded.
"Of course, Kenny, just remove you pants and step right into my patented hynotherapy™ chamber."
"Pants? What do you need my pants off for?" asked Kenny, removing them anyway.
"Quite purely precautionary," the doctor replied, "so you don't bolt -- traditional Welsh music can be a bit startling at first."
"Really?" Kenny asked. He wasn't sure if this doctor was on the up and up.
"Soon all your problems will be over, Kenny" said the doctor, chuckling to himself.
Truth is, after the excruciating pain he was about to experience, Kenny would be happy to have only a pesky apple obsession to worry about.
"Under Milkwood" began to play, and Kenny began to twitch, then jerk, then play air-crwth.
Very soon Kenny fell into a strange dream where he was stumbling around lost in a coal mine.
"Wotthehell, archy, wotthehell," he mumbled in his stupor.
"X marks the spot, Kenny!" said the cheerful voice of the doctor.
"Yeeeee-ow!" exclaimed Kenny as he felt the oddest sensation.
"Zsa-Zsa Gabor said exactly the same thing when I jabbed her," said the doctor, "and about at the same pitch too!"

[Large Marge]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident.

[Marcus Bales]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly

[Hyakujo's Fox]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.

[Marcus Bales]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"

[Klynne]

Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"
"Everyone gets a little nuts sometimes," said Vivianne.

[Hyakujo's Fox]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"
"Everyone gets a little nuts sometimes," said Vivianne.
"For heaven's sake, Viv, keep quiet - here she comes!" Bob interjected.

[trisherina]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"
"Everyone gets a little nuts sometimes," said Vivianne.
"For heaven's sake, Viv, keep quiet - here she comes!" Bob interjected.
"Got a light, anyone?" purred Ella, bringing her 9" cigarette holder to her lips with the air of absolute expectation that someone would light it.

[madasacutsnake]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"
"Everyone gets a little nuts sometimes," said Vivianne.
"For heaven's sake, Viv, keep quiet - here she comes!" Bob interjected.
"Got a light, anyone?" purred Ella, bringing her 9" cigarette holder to her lips with the air of absolute expectation that someone would light it.
"Hell yeah!" said Gerald, who had had a secret cigarette fetish ever since Monica.

[Hyakujo's Fox]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"
"Everyone gets a little nuts sometimes," said Vivianne.
"For heaven's sake, Viv, keep quiet - here she comes!" Bob interjected.
"Got a light, anyone?" purred Ella, bringing her 9" cigarette holder to her lips with the air of absolute expectation that someone would light it.
"Hell yeah!" said Gerald, who had had a secret cigarette fetish ever since Monica.
"I've always held a flame for you Ella!" Gerald added eagerly, to general embarassment.

[Marcus Bales]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"
"Everyone gets a little nuts sometimes," said Vivianne.
"For heaven's sake, Viv, keep quiet - here she comes!" Bob interjected.
"Got a light, anyone?" purred Ella, bringing her 9" cigarette holder to her lips with the air of absolute expectation that someone would light it.
"Hell yeah!" said Gerald, who had had a secret cigarette fetish ever since Monica.
"I've always held a flame for you Ella!" Gerald added eagerly, to general embarassment.
"J'surprise," murmured Ella, steadying Gerald's lighter hand so it wouldn't tremble at her touch.

[trisherina]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"
"Everyone gets a little nuts sometimes," said Vivianne.
"For heaven's sake, Viv, keep quiet - here she comes!" Bob interjected.
"Got a light, anyone?" purred Ella, bringing her 9" cigarette holder to her lips with the air of absolute expectation that someone would light it.
"Hell yeah!" said Gerald, who had had a secret cigarette fetish ever since Monica.
"I've always held a flame for you Ella!" Gerald added eagerly, to general embarassment.
"J'surprise," murmured Ella, steadying Gerald's lighter hand so it wouldn't tremble at her touch.
"Kids," warned Sally, watching the men stand up a little straighter.

[Hyakujo's Fox]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"
"Everyone gets a little nuts sometimes," said Vivianne.
"For heaven's sake, Viv, keep quiet - here she comes!" Bob interjected.
"Got a light, anyone?" purred Ella, bringing her 9" cigarette holder to her lips with the air of absolute expectation that someone would light it.
"Hell yeah!" said Gerald, who had had a secret cigarette fetish ever since Monica.
"I've always held a flame for you Ella!" Gerald added eagerly, to general embarassment.
"J'surprise," murmured Ella, steadying Gerald's lighter hand so it wouldn't tremble at her touch.
"Kids," warned Sally, watching the men stand up a little straighter.
"Lucky, I didn't make a fool of myself there." thought Gerald, still visibly shaking.

[Marcus Bales]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"
"Everyone gets a little nuts sometimes," said Vivianne.
"For heaven's sake, Viv, keep quiet - here she comes!" Bob interjected.
"Got a light, anyone?" purred Ella, bringing her 9" cigarette holder to her lips with the air of absolute expectation that someone would light it.
"Hell yeah!" said Gerald, who had had a secret cigarette fetish ever since Monica.
"I've always held a flame for you Ella!" Gerald added eagerly, to general embarassment.
"J'surprise," murmured Ella, steadying Gerald's lighter hand so it wouldn't tremble at her touch.
"Kids," warned Sally, watching the men stand up a little straighter.
"Lucky, I didn't make a fool of myself there." thought Gerald, still visibly shaking.
"Mon dieu," muttered Ella, taking the lighter out of Gerald's trembling hand.

[Hyakujo's Fox]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"
"Everyone gets a little nuts sometimes," said Vivianne.
"For heaven's sake, Viv, keep quiet - here she comes!" Bob interjected.
"Got a light, anyone?" purred Ella, bringing her 9" cigarette holder to her lips with the air of absolute expectation that someone would light it.
"Hell yeah!" said Gerald, who had had a secret cigarette fetish ever since Monica.
"I've always held a flame for you Ella!" Gerald added eagerly, to general embarassment.
"J'surprise," murmured Ella, steadying Gerald's lighter hand so it wouldn't tremble at her touch.
"Kids," warned Sally, watching the men stand up a little straighter.
"Lucky I didn't make a fool of myself there." thought Gerald, still visibly shaking.
"Mon dieu," muttered Ella, taking the lighter out of Gerald's trembling hand.
"Naked, Ella! YOUR'E COMPLETELY TOTALLY NAKED!" exclaimed Sally, her exasperation with Ella finally reaching boiling point.

[red]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"
"Everyone gets a little nuts sometimes," said Vivianne.
"For heaven's sake, Viv, keep quiet - here she comes!" Bob interjected.
"Got a light, anyone?" purred Ella, bringing her 9" cigarette holder to her lips with the air of absolute expectation that someone would light it.
"Hell yeah!" said Gerald, who had had a secret cigarette fetish ever since Monica.
"I've always held a flame for you Ella!" Gerald added eagerly, to general embarassment.
"J'surprise," murmured Ella, steadying Gerald's lighter hand so it wouldn't tremble at her touch.
"Kids," warned Sally, watching the men stand up a little straighter.
"Lucky I didn't make a fool of myself there." thought Gerald, still visibly shaking.
"Mon dieu," muttered Ella, taking the lighter out of Gerald's trembling hand.
"Naked, Ella! YOUR'E COMPLETELY TOTALLY NAKED!" exclaimed Sally, her exasperation with Ella finally reaching boiling point.
"Oh?" said Ella, rolling her eyes so hard her contacts popped out.

[trisherina]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"
"Everyone gets a little nuts sometimes," said Vivianne.
"For heaven's sake, Viv, keep quiet - here she comes!" Bob interjected.
"Got a light, anyone?" purred Ella, bringing her 9" cigarette holder to her lips with the air of absolute expectation that someone would light it.
"Hell yeah!" said Gerald, who had had a secret cigarette fetish ever since Monica.
"I've always held a flame for you Ella!" Gerald added eagerly, to general embarassment.
"J'surprise," murmured Ella, steadying Gerald's lighter hand so it wouldn't tremble at her touch.
"Kids," warned Sally, watching the men stand up a little straighter.
"Lucky I didn't make a fool of myself there." thought Gerald, still visibly shaking.
"Mon dieu," muttered Ella, taking the lighter out of Gerald's trembling hand.
"Naked, Ella! YOUR'E COMPLETELY TOTALLY NAKED!" exclaimed Sally, her exasperation with Ella finally reaching boiling point.
"Oh?" said Ella, rolling her eyes so hard her contacts popped out.
"Pretend she's dressed," advised Vivianne, and everyone glared at her.

[madasacutsnake]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"
"Everyone gets a little nuts sometimes," said Vivianne.
"For heaven's sake, Viv, keep quiet - here she comes!" Bob interjected.
"Got a light, anyone?" purred Ella, bringing her 9" cigarette holder to her lips with the air of absolute expectation that someone would light it.
"Hell yeah!" said Gerald, who had had a secret cigarette fetish ever since Monica.
"I've always held a flame for you Ella!" Gerald added eagerly, to general embarassment.
"J'surprise," murmured Ella, steadying Gerald's lighter hand so it wouldn't tremble at her touch.
"Kids," warned Sally, watching the men stand up a little straighter.
"Lucky I didn't make a fool of myself there." thought Gerald, still visibly shaking.
"Mon dieu," muttered Ella, taking the lighter out of Gerald's trembling hand.
"Naked, Ella! YOUR'E COMPLETELY TOTALLY NAKED!" exclaimed Sally, her exasperation with Ella finally reaching boiling point.
"Oh?" said Ella, rolling her eyes so hard her contacts popped out.
"Pretend she's dressed," advised Vivianne, and everyone glared at her.
"Quite big tits", said Gerald, suddenly looking very horny.

[trisherina]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"
"Everyone gets a little nuts sometimes," said Vivianne.
"For heaven's sake, Viv, keep quiet - here she comes!" Bob interjected.
"Got a light, anyone?" purred Ella, bringing her 9" cigarette holder to her lips with the air of absolute expectation that someone would light it.
"Hell yeah!" said Gerald, who had had a secret cigarette fetish ever since Monica.
"I've always held a flame for you Ella!" Gerald added eagerly, to general embarassment.
"J'surprise," murmured Ella, steadying Gerald's lighter hand so it wouldn't tremble at her touch.
"Kids," warned Sally, watching the men stand up a little straighter.
"Lucky I didn't make a fool of myself there." thought Gerald, still visibly shaking.
"Mon dieu," muttered Ella, taking the lighter out of Gerald's trembling hand.
"Naked, Ella! YOUR'E COMPLETELY TOTALLY NAKED!" exclaimed Sally, her exasperation with Ella finally reaching boiling point.
"Oh?" said Ella, rolling her eyes so hard her contacts popped out.
"Pretend she's dressed," advised Vivianne, and everyone glared at her.
"Quite big tits", said Gerald, suddenly looking very horny.
"Really, Gerald, keep it in your pants," Sally chided.

[madasacutsnake]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"
"Everyone gets a little nuts sometimes," said Vivianne.
"For heaven's sake, Viv, keep quiet - here she comes!" Bob interjected.
"Got a light, anyone?" purred Ella, bringing her 9" cigarette holder to her lips with the air of absolute expectation that someone would light it.
"Hell yeah!" said Gerald, who had had a secret cigarette fetish ever since Monica.
"I've always held a flame for you Ella!" Gerald added eagerly, to general embarassment.
"J'surprise," murmured Ella, steadying Gerald's lighter hand so it wouldn't tremble at her touch.
"Kids," warned Sally, watching the men stand up a little straighter.
"Lucky I didn't make a fool of myself there." thought Gerald, still visibly shaking.
"Mon dieu," muttered Ella, taking the lighter out of Gerald's trembling hand.
"Naked, Ella! YOUR'E COMPLETELY TOTALLY NAKED!" exclaimed Sally, her exasperation with Ella finally reaching boiling point.
"Oh?" said Ella, rolling her eyes so hard her contacts popped out.
"Pretend she's dressed," advised Vivianne, and everyone glared at her.
"Quite big tits", said Gerald, suddenly looking very horny.
"Really, Gerald, keep it in your pants," Sally chided.
"She's an attention whore. Just say 'no'" said Vivianne, still determined to imagine Ella fully dressed.

[trisherina]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"
"Everyone gets a little nuts sometimes," said Vivianne.
"For heaven's sake, Viv, keep quiet - here she comes!" Bob interjected.
"Got a light, anyone?" purred Ella, bringing her 9" cigarette holder to her lips with the air of absolute expectation that someone would light it.
"Hell yeah!" said Gerald, who had had a secret cigarette fetish ever since Monica.
"I've always held a flame for you Ella!" Gerald added eagerly, to general embarassment.
"J'surprise," murmured Ella, steadying Gerald's lighter hand so it wouldn't tremble at her touch.
"Kids," warned Sally, watching the men stand up a little straighter.
"Lucky I didn't make a fool of myself there." thought Gerald, still visibly shaking.
"Mon dieu," muttered Ella, taking the lighter out of Gerald's trembling hand.
"Naked, Ella! YOUR'E COMPLETELY TOTALLY NAKED!" exclaimed Sally, her exasperation with Ella finally reaching boiling point.
"Oh?" said Ella, rolling her eyes so hard her contacts popped out.
"Pretend she's dressed," advised Vivianne, and everyone glared at her.
"Quite big tits", said Gerald, suddenly looking very horny.
"Really, Gerald, keep it in your pants," Sally chided.
"She's an attention whore. Just say 'no'" said Vivianne, still determined to imagine Ella fully dressed.
"Take your jealousy elsewhere," growled Ella, starting to lose her temper.

[Large Marge]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"
"Everyone gets a little nuts sometimes," said Vivianne.
"For heaven's sake, Viv, keep quiet - here she comes!" Bob interjected.
"Got a light, anyone?" purred Ella, bringing her 9" cigarette holder to her lips with the air of absolute expectation that someone would light it.
"Hell yeah!" said Gerald, who had had a secret cigarette fetish ever since Monica.
"I've always held a flame for you Ella!" Gerald added eagerly, to general embarassment.
"J'surprise," murmured Ella, steadying Gerald's lighter hand so it wouldn't tremble at her touch.
"Kids," warned Sally, watching the men stand up a little straighter.
"Lucky I didn't make a fool of myself there." thought Gerald, still visibly shaking.
"Mon dieu," muttered Ella, taking the lighter out of Gerald's trembling hand.
"Naked, Ella! YOUR'E COMPLETELY TOTALLY NAKED!" exclaimed Sally, her exasperation with Ella finally reaching boiling point.
"Oh?" said Ella, rolling her eyes so hard her contacts popped out.
"Pretend she's dressed," advised Vivianne, and everyone glared at her.
"Quite big tits", said Gerald, suddenly looking very horny.
"Really, Gerald, keep it in your pants," Sally chided.
"She's an attention whore. Just say 'no'" said Vivianne, still determined to imagine Ella fully dressed.
"Take your jealousy elsewhere," growled Ella, starting to lose her temper.
"Understand this," began Vivianne. "I would rather be dead than be you."

[Hyakujo's Fox]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"
"Everyone gets a little nuts sometimes," said Vivianne.
"For heaven's sake, Viv, keep quiet - here she comes!" Bob interjected.
"Got a light, anyone?" purred Ella, bringing her 9" cigarette holder to her lips with the air of absolute expectation that someone would light it.
"Hell yeah!" said Gerald, who had had a secret cigarette fetish ever since Monica.
"I've always held a flame for you Ella!" Gerald added eagerly, to general embarassment.
"J'surprise," murmured Ella, steadying Gerald's lighter hand so it wouldn't tremble at her touch.
"Kids," warned Sally, watching the men stand up a little straighter.
"Lucky I didn't make a fool of myself there." thought Gerald, still visibly shaking.
"Mon dieu," muttered Ella, taking the lighter out of Gerald's trembling hand.
"Naked, Ella! YOUR'E COMPLETELY TOTALLY NAKED!" exclaimed Sally, her exasperation with Ella finally reaching boiling point.
"Oh?" said Ella, rolling her eyes so hard her contacts popped out.
"Pretend she's dressed," advised Vivianne, and everyone glared at her.
"Quite big tits", said Gerald, suddenly looking very horny.
"Really, Gerald, keep it in your pants," Sally chided.
"She's an attention whore. Just say 'no'" said Vivianne, still determined to imagine Ella fully dressed.
"Take your jealousy elsewhere," growled Ella, starting to lose her temper.
"Understand this," began Vivianne. "I would rather be dead than be you."
"Vivianne... now that is something I can help you with!" sneered Ella, pulling a gun from we know not where.

[madasacutsnake]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"
"Everyone gets a little nuts sometimes," said Vivianne.
"For heaven's sake, Viv, keep quiet - here she comes!" Bob interjected.
"Got a light, anyone?" purred Ella, bringing her 9" cigarette holder to her lips with the air of absolute expectation that someone would light it.
"Hell yeah!" said Gerald, who had had a secret cigarette fetish ever since Monica.
"I've always held a flame for you Ella!" Gerald added eagerly, to general embarassment.
"J'surprise," murmured Ella, steadying Gerald's lighter hand so it wouldn't tremble at her touch.
"Kids," warned Sally, watching the men stand up a little straighter.
"Lucky I didn't make a fool of myself there." thought Gerald, still visibly shaking.
"Mon dieu," muttered Ella, taking the lighter out of Gerald's trembling hand.
"Naked, Ella! YOUR'E COMPLETELY TOTALLY NAKED!" exclaimed Sally, her exasperation with Ella finally reaching boiling point.
"Oh?" said Ella, rolling her eyes so hard her contacts popped out.
"Pretend she's dressed," advised Vivianne, and everyone glared at her.
"Quite big tits", said Gerald, suddenly looking very horny.
"Really, Gerald, keep it in your pants," Sally chided.
"She's an attention whore. Just say 'no'" said Vivianne, still determined to imagine Ella fully dressed.
"Take your jealousy elsewhere," growled Ella, starting to lose her temper.
"Understand this," began Vivianne. "I would rather be dead than be you."
"Vivianne... now that is something I can help you with!" sneered Ella, pulling a gun from we know not where.
"Wow" exclaimed Gerald, "Who would have guessed that would fit in there?"

[trisherina]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"
"Everyone gets a little nuts sometimes," said Vivianne.
"For heaven's sake, Viv, keep quiet - here she comes!" Bob interjected.
"Got a light, anyone?" purred Ella, bringing her 9" cigarette holder to her lips with the air of absolute expectation that someone would light it.
"Hell yeah!" said Gerald, who had had a secret cigarette fetish ever since Monica.
"I've always held a flame for you Ella!" Gerald added eagerly, to general embarassment.
"J'surprise," murmured Ella, steadying Gerald's lighter hand so it wouldn't tremble at her touch.
"Kids," warned Sally, watching the men stand up a little straighter.
"Lucky I didn't make a fool of myself there." thought Gerald, still visibly shaking.
"Mon dieu," muttered Ella, taking the lighter out of Gerald's trembling hand.
"Naked, Ella! YOUR'E COMPLETELY TOTALLY NAKED!" exclaimed Sally, her exasperation with Ella finally reaching boiling point.
"Oh?" said Ella, rolling her eyes so hard her contacts popped out.
"Pretend she's dressed," advised Vivianne, and everyone glared at her.
"Quite big tits", said Gerald, suddenly looking very horny.
"Really, Gerald, keep it in your pants," Sally chided.
"She's an attention whore. Just say 'no'" said Vivianne, still determined to imagine Ella fully dressed.
"Take your jealousy elsewhere," growled Ella, starting to lose her temper.
"Understand this," began Vivianne. "I would rather be dead than be you."
"Vivianne... now that is something I can help you with!" sneered Ella, pulling a gun from we know not where.
"Wow" exclaimed Gerald, "Who would have guessed that would fit in there?"
XXXXX - photo of gun location - XXXXX
"You're all dead!" Ella shouted, brandishing the gun.

[Hyakujo's Fox]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"
"Everyone gets a little nuts sometimes," said Vivianne.
"For heaven's sake, Viv, keep quiet - here she comes!" Bob interjected.
"Got a light, anyone?" purred Ella, bringing her 9" cigarette holder to her lips with the air of absolute expectation that someone would light it.
"Hell yeah!" said Gerald, who had had a secret cigarette fetish ever since Monica.
"I've always held a flame for you Ella!" Gerald added eagerly, to general embarassment.
"J'surprise," murmured Ella, steadying Gerald's lighter hand so it wouldn't tremble at her touch.
"Kids," warned Sally, watching the men stand up a little straighter.
"Lucky I didn't make a fool of myself there." thought Gerald, still visibly shaking.
"Mon dieu," muttered Ella, taking the lighter out of Gerald's trembling hand.
"Naked, Ella! YOUR'E COMPLETELY TOTALLY NAKED!" exclaimed Sally, her exasperation with Ella finally reaching boiling point.
"Oh?" said Ella, rolling her eyes so hard her contacts popped out.
"Pretend she's dressed," advised Vivianne, and everyone glared at her.
"Quite big tits", said Gerald, suddenly looking very horny.
"Really, Gerald, keep it in your pants," Sally chided.
"She's an attention whore. Just say 'no'" said Vivianne, still determined to imagine Ella fully dressed.
"Take your jealousy elsewhere," growled Ella, starting to lose her temper.
"Understand this," began Vivianne. "I would rather be dead than be you."
"Vivianne... now that is something I can help you with!" sneered Ella, pulling a gun from we know not where.
"Wow" exclaimed Gerald, "Who would have guessed that would fit in there?"
XXXXX - photo of gun location - XXXXX
"You're all dead!" Ella shouted, brandishing the gun.
"Zinfandel anyone?" offered Gerald in a desperate attempt to defer the inevitable.

[Marcus Bales]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"
"Everyone gets a little nuts sometimes," said Vivianne.
"For heaven's sake, Viv, keep quiet - here she comes!" Bob interjected.
"Got a light, anyone?" purred Ella, bringing her 9" cigarette holder to her lips with the air of absolute expectation that someone would light it.
"Hell yeah!" said Gerald, who had had a secret cigarette fetish ever since Monica.
"I've always held a flame for you Ella!" Gerald added eagerly, to general embarassment.
"J'surprise," murmured Ella, steadying Gerald's lighter hand so it wouldn't tremble at her touch.
"Kids," warned Sally, watching the men stand up a little straighter.
"Lucky I didn't make a fool of myself there." thought Gerald, still visibly shaking.
"Mon dieu," muttered Ella, taking the lighter out of Gerald's trembling hand.
"Naked, Ella! YOUR'E COMPLETELY TOTALLY NAKED!" exclaimed Sally, her exasperation with Ella finally reaching boiling point.
"Oh?" said Ella, rolling her eyes so hard her contacts popped out.
"Pretend she's dressed," advised Vivianne, and everyone glared at her.
"Quite big tits", said Gerald, suddenly looking very horny.
"Really, Gerald, keep it in your pants," Sally chided.
"She's an attention whore. Just say 'no'" said Vivianne, still determined to imagine Ella fully dressed.
"Take your jealousy elsewhere," growled Ella, starting to lose her temper.
"Understand this," began Vivianne. "I would rather be dead than be you."
"Vivianne... now that is something I can help you with!" sneered Ella, pulling a gun from we know not where.
"Wow" exclaimed Gerald, "Who would have guessed that would fit in there?"
XXXXX - photo of gun location - XXXXX
"You're all dead!" Ella shouted, brandishing the gun.
"Zinfandel anyone?" offered Gerald in a desperate attempt to defer the inevitable.
"Australian Zinfandel?" asked Ella, peering myopically at the bottle, gun forgotten in the heat of the moment.

[Hyakujo's Fox]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"
"Everyone gets a little nuts sometimes," said Vivianne.
"For heaven's sake, Viv, keep quiet - here she comes!" Bob interjected.
"Got a light, anyone?" purred Ella, bringing her 9" cigarette holder to her lips with the air of absolute expectation that someone would light it.
"Hell yeah!" said Gerald, who had had a secret cigarette fetish ever since Monica.
"I've always held a flame for you Ella!" Gerald added eagerly, to general embarassment.
"J'surprise," murmured Ella, steadying Gerald's lighter hand so it wouldn't tremble at her touch.
"Kids," warned Sally, watching the men stand up a little straighter.
"Lucky I didn't make a fool of myself there." thought Gerald, still visibly shaking.
"Mon dieu," muttered Ella, taking the lighter out of Gerald's trembling hand.
"Naked, Ella! YOUR'E COMPLETELY TOTALLY NAKED!" exclaimed Sally, her exasperation with Ella finally reaching boiling point.
"Oh?" said Ella, rolling her eyes so hard her contacts popped out.
"Pretend she's dressed," advised Vivianne, and everyone glared at her.
"Quite big tits", said Gerald, suddenly looking very horny.
"Really, Gerald, keep it in your pants," Sally chided.
"She's an attention whore. Just say 'no'" said Vivianne, still determined to imagine Ella fully dressed.
"Take your jealousy elsewhere," growled Ella, starting to lose her temper.
"Understand this," began Vivianne. "I would rather be dead than be you."
"Vivianne... now that is something I can help you with!" sneered Ella, pulling a gun from we know not where.
"Wow" exclaimed Gerald, "Who would have guessed that would fit in there?"
XXXXX - photo of gun location - XXXXX
"You're all dead!" Ella shouted, brandishing the gun.
"Zinfandel anyone?" offered Gerald in a desperate attempt to defer the inevitable.
"Australian Zinfandel?" asked Ella, peering myopically at the bottle, gun forgotten in the heat of the moment.
"By jingo! It is! oh... actually... it's Austrian Zinfandel" confessed Gerald, deflated once more.

[trisherina]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"
"Everyone gets a little nuts sometimes," said Vivianne.
"For heaven's sake, Viv, keep quiet - here she comes!" Bob interjected.
"Got a light, anyone?" purred Ella, bringing her 9" cigarette holder to her lips with the air of absolute expectation that someone would light it.
"Hell yeah!" said Gerald, who had had a secret cigarette fetish ever since Monica.
"I've always held a flame for you Ella!" Gerald added eagerly, to general embarassment.
"J'surprise," murmured Ella, steadying Gerald's lighter hand so it wouldn't tremble at her touch.
"Kids," warned Sally, watching the men stand up a little straighter.
"Lucky I didn't make a fool of myself there." thought Gerald, still visibly shaking.
"Mon dieu," muttered Ella, taking the lighter out of Gerald's trembling hand.
"Naked, Ella! YOUR'E COMPLETELY TOTALLY NAKED!" exclaimed Sally, her exasperation with Ella finally reaching boiling point.
"Oh?" said Ella, rolling her eyes so hard her contacts popped out.
"Pretend she's dressed," advised Vivianne, and everyone glared at her.
"Quite big tits", said Gerald, suddenly looking very horny.
"Really, Gerald, keep it in your pants," Sally chided.
"She's an attention whore. Just say 'no'" said Vivianne, still determined to imagine Ella fully dressed.
"Take your jealousy elsewhere," growled Ella, starting to lose her temper.
"Understand this," began Vivianne. "I would rather be dead than be you."
"Vivianne... now that is something I can help you with!" sneered Ella, pulling a gun from we know not where.
"Wow" exclaimed Gerald, "Who would have guessed that would fit in there?"
XXXXX - photo of gun location - XXXXX
"You're all dead!" Ella shouted, brandishing the gun.
"Zinfandel anyone?" offered Gerald in a desperate attempt to defer the inevitable.
"Australian Zinfandel?" asked Ella, peering myopically at the bottle, gun forgotten in the heat of the moment.
"By jingo! It is! oh... actually... it's Austrian Zinfandel" confessed Gerald, deflated once more.
"Come now," scoffed Ella, "You've got to be joking."

[Marcus Bales]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"
"Everyone gets a little nuts sometimes," said Vivianne.
"For heaven's sake, Viv, keep quiet - here she comes!" Bob interjected.
"Got a light, anyone?" purred Ella, bringing her 9" cigarette holder to her lips with the air of absolute expectation that someone would light it.
"Hell yeah!" said Gerald, who had had a secret cigarette fetish ever since Monica.
"I've always held a flame for you Ella!" Gerald added eagerly, to general embarassment.
"J'surprise," murmured Ella, steadying Gerald's lighter hand so it wouldn't tremble at her touch.
"Kids," warned Sally, watching the men stand up a little straighter.
"Lucky I didn't make a fool of myself there." thought Gerald, still visibly shaking.
"Mon dieu," muttered Ella, taking the lighter out of Gerald's trembling hand.
"Naked, Ella! YOUR'E COMPLETELY TOTALLY NAKED!" exclaimed Sally, her exasperation with Ella finally reaching boiling point.
"Oh?" said Ella, rolling her eyes so hard her contacts popped out.
"Pretend she's dressed," advised Vivianne, and everyone glared at her.
"Quite big tits", said Gerald, suddenly looking very horny.
"Really, Gerald, keep it in your pants," Sally chided.
"She's an attention whore. Just say 'no'" said Vivianne, still determined to imagine Ella fully dressed.
"Take your jealousy elsewhere," growled Ella, starting to lose her temper.
"Understand this," began Vivianne. "I would rather be dead than be you."
"Vivianne... now that is something I can help you with!" sneered Ella, pulling a gun from we know not where.
"Wow" exclaimed Gerald, "Who would have guessed that would fit in there?"
XXXXX - photo of gun location - XXXXX
"You're all dead!" Ella shouted, brandishing the gun.
"Zinfandel anyone?" offered Gerald in a desperate attempt to defer the inevitable.
"Australian Zinfandel?" asked Ella, peering myopically at the bottle, gun forgotten in the heat of the moment.
"By jingo! It is! oh... actually... it's Austrian Zinfandel" confessed Gerald, deflated once more.
"Come now," scoffed Ella, "You've got to be joking."
"Don't be a silly, Ella," interpolated Sally, "Joe King moved to Arizona to sell air conditioning units 20 years ago!"

[Hyakujo's Fox]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"
"Everyone gets a little nuts sometimes," said Vivianne.
"For heaven's sake, Viv, keep quiet - here she comes!" Bob interjected.
"Got a light, anyone?" purred Ella, bringing her 9" cigarette holder to her lips with the air of absolute expectation that someone would light it.
"Hell yeah!" said Gerald, who had had a secret cigarette fetish ever since Monica.
"I've always held a flame for you Ella!" Gerald added eagerly, to general embarassment.
"J'surprise," murmured Ella, steadying Gerald's lighter hand so it wouldn't tremble at her touch.
"Kids," warned Sally, watching the men stand up a little straighter.
"Lucky I didn't make a fool of myself there." thought Gerald, still visibly shaking.
"Mon dieu," muttered Ella, taking the lighter out of Gerald's trembling hand.
"Naked, Ella! YOUR'E COMPLETELY TOTALLY NAKED!" exclaimed Sally, her exasperation with Ella finally reaching boiling point.
"Oh?" said Ella, rolling her eyes so hard her contacts popped out.
"Pretend she's dressed," advised Vivianne, and everyone glared at her.
"Quite big tits", said Gerald, suddenly looking very horny.
"Really, Gerald, keep it in your pants," Sally chided.
"She's an attention whore. Just say 'no'" said Vivianne, still determined to imagine Ella fully dressed.
"Take your jealousy elsewhere," growled Ella, starting to lose her temper.
"Understand this," began Vivianne. "I would rather be dead than be you."
"Vivianne... now that is something I can help you with!" sneered Ella, pulling a gun from we know not where.
"Wow" exclaimed Gerald, "Who would have guessed that would fit in there?"
XXXXX - photo of gun location - XXXXX
"You're all dead!" Ella shouted, brandishing the gun.
"Zinfandel anyone?" offered Gerald in a desperate attempt to defer the inevitable.
"Australian Zinfandel?" asked Ella, peering myopically at the bottle, gun forgotten in the heat of the moment.
"By jingo! It is! oh... actually... it's Austrian Zinfandel" confessed Gerald, deflated once more.
"Come now," scoffed Ella, "You've got to be joking."
"Don't be a silly, Ella," interpolated Sally, "Joe King moved to Arizona to sell air conditioning units 20 years ago!"
"Even I wouldn't have made that pun", Gerald boasted, feeling rather superior.

[trisherina]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"
"Everyone gets a little nuts sometimes," said Vivianne.
"For heaven's sake, Viv, keep quiet - here she comes!" Bob interjected.
"Got a light, anyone?" purred Ella, bringing her 9" cigarette holder to her lips with the air of absolute expectation that someone would light it.
"Hell yeah!" said Gerald, who had had a secret cigarette fetish ever since Monica.
"I've always held a flame for you Ella!" Gerald added eagerly, to general embarassment.
"J'surprise," murmured Ella, steadying Gerald's lighter hand so it wouldn't tremble at her touch.
"Kids," warned Sally, watching the men stand up a little straighter.
"Lucky I didn't make a fool of myself there." thought Gerald, still visibly shaking.
"Mon dieu," muttered Ella, taking the lighter out of Gerald's trembling hand.
"Naked, Ella! YOUR'E COMPLETELY TOTALLY NAKED!" exclaimed Sally, her exasperation with Ella finally reaching boiling point.
"Oh?" said Ella, rolling her eyes so hard her contacts popped out.
"Pretend she's dressed," advised Vivianne, and everyone glared at her.
"Quite big tits", said Gerald, suddenly looking very horny.
"Really, Gerald, keep it in your pants," Sally chided.
"She's an attention whore. Just say 'no'" said Vivianne, still determined to imagine Ella fully dressed.
"Take your jealousy elsewhere," growled Ella, starting to lose her temper.
"Understand this," began Vivianne. "I would rather be dead than be you."
"Vivianne... now that is something I can help you with!" sneered Ella, pulling a gun from we know not where.
"Wow" exclaimed Gerald, "Who would have guessed that would fit in there?"
XXXXX - photo of gun location - XXXXX
"You're all dead!" Ella shouted, brandishing the gun.
"Zinfandel anyone?" offered Gerald in a desperate attempt to defer the inevitable.
"Australian Zinfandel?" asked Ella, peering myopically at the bottle, gun forgotten in the heat of the moment.
"By jingo! It is! oh... actually... it's Austrian Zinfandel" confessed Gerald, deflated once more.
"Come now," scoffed Ella, "You've got to be joking."
"Don't be a silly, Ella," interpolated Sally, "Joe King moved to Arizona to sell air conditioning units 20 years ago!"
"Even I wouldn't have made that pun", Gerald boasted, feeling rather superior.
"Fainting..." Vivianne had time to say before she fell face-first to the floor.

[Hyakujo's Fox]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"
"Everyone gets a little nuts sometimes," said Vivianne.
"For heaven's sake, Viv, keep quiet - here she comes!" Bob interjected.
"Got a light, anyone?" purred Ella, bringing her 9" cigarette holder to her lips with the air of absolute expectation that someone would light it.
"Hell yeah!" said Gerald, who had had a secret cigarette fetish ever since Monica.
"I've always held a flame for you Ella!" Gerald added eagerly, to general embarassment.
"J'surprise," murmured Ella, steadying Gerald's lighter hand so it wouldn't tremble at her touch.
"Kids," warned Sally, watching the men stand up a little straighter.
"Lucky I didn't make a fool of myself there." thought Gerald, still visibly shaking.
"Mon dieu," muttered Ella, taking the lighter out of Gerald's trembling hand.
"Naked, Ella! YOUR'E COMPLETELY TOTALLY NAKED!" exclaimed Sally, her exasperation with Ella finally reaching boiling point.
"Oh?" said Ella, rolling her eyes so hard her contacts popped out.
"Pretend she's dressed," advised Vivianne, and everyone glared at her.
"Quite big tits", said Gerald, suddenly looking very horny.
"Really, Gerald, keep it in your pants," Sally chided.
"She's an attention whore. Just say 'no'" said Vivianne, still determined to imagine Ella fully dressed.
"Take your jealousy elsewhere," growled Ella, starting to lose her temper.
"Understand this," began Vivianne. "I would rather be dead than be you."
"Vivianne... now that is something I can help you with!" sneered Ella, pulling a gun from we know not where.
"Wow" exclaimed Gerald, "Who would have guessed that would fit in there?"
XXXXX - photo of gun location - XXXXX
"You're all dead!" Ella shouted, brandishing the gun.
"Zinfandel anyone?" offered Gerald in a desperate attempt to defer the inevitable.
"Australian Zinfandel?" asked Ella, peering myopically at the bottle, gun forgotten in the heat of the moment.
"By jingo! It is! oh... actually... it's Austrian Zinfandel" confessed Gerald, deflated once more.
"Come now," scoffed Ella, "You've got to be joking."
"Don't be a silly, Ella," interpolated Sally, "Joe King moved to Arizona to sell air conditioning units 20 years ago!"
"Even I wouldn't have made that pun", Gerald boasted, feeling rather superior.
"Fainting..." Vivianne had time to say before she fell face-first to the floor.
"Give her air!" demanded Bob, shoving the others aside, "Now stand back while I loosen her clothes!"

[madasacutsnake]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"
"Everyone gets a little nuts sometimes," said Vivianne.
"For heaven's sake, Viv, keep quiet - here she comes!" Bob interjected.
"Got a light, anyone?" purred Ella, bringing her 9" cigarette holder to her lips with the air of absolute expectation that someone would light it.
"Hell yeah!" said Gerald, who had had a secret cigarette fetish ever since Monica.
"I've always held a flame for you Ella!" Gerald added eagerly, to general embarassment.
"J'surprise," murmured Ella, steadying Gerald's lighter hand so it wouldn't tremble at her touch.
"Kids," warned Sally, watching the men stand up a little straighter.
"Lucky I didn't make a fool of myself there." thought Gerald, still visibly shaking.
"Mon dieu," muttered Ella, taking the lighter out of Gerald's trembling hand.
"Naked, Ella! YOUR'E COMPLETELY TOTALLY NAKED!" exclaimed Sally, her exasperation with Ella finally reaching boiling point.
"Oh?" said Ella, rolling her eyes so hard her contacts popped out.
"Pretend she's dressed," advised Vivianne, and everyone glared at her.
"Quite big tits", said Gerald, suddenly looking very horny.
"Really, Gerald, keep it in your pants," Sally chided.
"She's an attention whore. Just say 'no'" said Vivianne, still determined to imagine Ella fully dressed.
"Take your jealousy elsewhere," growled Ella, starting to lose her temper.
"Understand this," began Vivianne. "I would rather be dead than be you."
"Vivianne... now that is something I can help you with!" sneered Ella, pulling a gun from we know not where.
"Wow" exclaimed Gerald, "Who would have guessed that would fit in there?"
XXXXX - photo of gun location - XXXXX
"You're all dead!" Ella shouted, brandishing the gun.
"Zinfandel anyone?" offered Gerald in a desperate attempt to defer the inevitable.
"Australian Zinfandel?" asked Ella, peering myopically at the bottle, gun forgotten in the heat of the moment.
"By jingo! It is! oh... actually... it's Austrian Zinfandel" confessed Gerald, deflated once more.
"Come now," scoffed Ella, "You've got to be joking."
"Don't be a silly, Ella," interpolated Sally, "Joe King moved to Arizona to sell air conditioning units 20 years ago!"
"Even I wouldn't have made that pun", Gerald boasted, feeling rather superior.
"Fainting..." Vivianne had time to say before she fell face-first to the floor.
"Give her air!" demanded Bob, shoving the others aside, "Now stand back while I loosen her clothes!"
"Holy Crap" said Gerald, "is that what I think it is?!"

[Hyakujo's Fox]

"Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"
"Everyone gets a little nuts sometimes," said Vivianne.
"For heaven's sake, Viv, keep quiet - here she comes!" Bob interjected.
"Got a light, anyone?" purred Ella, bringing her 9" cigarette holder to her lips with the air of absolute expectation that someone would light it.
"Hell yeah!" said Gerald, who had had a secret cigarette fetish ever since Monica.
"I've always held a flame for you Ella!" Gerald added eagerly, to general embarassment.
"J'surprise," murmured Ella, steadying Gerald's lighter hand so it wouldn't tremble at her touch.
"Kids," warned Sally, watching the men stand up a little straighter.
"Lucky I didn't make a fool of myself there." thought Gerald, still visibly shaking.
"Mon dieu," muttered Ella, taking the lighter out of Gerald's trembling hand.
"Naked, Ella! YOUR'E COMPLETELY TOTALLY NAKED!" exclaimed Sally, her exasperation with Ella finally reaching boiling point.
"Oh?" said Ella, rolling her eyes so hard her contacts popped out.
"Pretend she's dressed," advised Vivianne, and everyone glared at her.
"Quite big tits", said Gerald, suddenly looking very horny.
"Really, Gerald, keep it in your pants," Sally chided.
"She's an attention whore. Just say 'no'" said Vivianne, still determined to imagine Ella fully dressed.
"Take your jealousy elsewhere," growled Ella, starting to lose her temper.
"Understand this," began Vivianne. "I would rather be dead than be you."
"Vivianne... now that is something I can help you with!" sneered Ella, pulling a gun from we know not where.
"Wow" exclaimed Gerald, "Who would have guessed that would fit in there?"
XXXXX - photo of gun location - XXXXX
"You're all dead!" Ella shouted, brandishing the gun.
"Zinfandel anyone?" offered Gerald in a desperate attempt to defer the inevitable.
"Australian Zinfandel?" asked Ella, peering myopically at the bottle, gun forgotten in the heat of the moment.
"By jingo! It is! oh... actually... it's Austrian Zinfandel" confessed Gerald, deflated once more.
"Come now," scoffed Ella, "You've got to be joking."
"Don't be a silly, Ella," interpolated Sally, "Joe King moved to Arizona to sell air conditioning units 20 years ago!"
"Even I wouldn't have made that pun", Gerald boasted, feeling rather superior.
"Fainting..." Vivianne had time to say before she fell face-first to the floor.
"Give her air!" demanded Bob, shoving the others aside, "Now stand back while I loosen her clothes!"
"Holy Crap" said Gerald, "is that what I think it is?!"
"I've never seen one quite like that before." stated Sally, somewhat wistfully.

[Kerin]

Angry and articulate," Sally said after the incident,
"Brazen and shrill", said Bob, unenlightenedly
"Crass and outspoken", ventured Gerald, not really understanding but desperately wanting to agree.
"Don't misjudge her just because she came in naked, with a 9" cigarette holder, playing the violin!"
"Everyone gets a little nuts sometimes," said Vivianne.
"For heaven's sake, Viv, keep quiet - here she comes!" Bob interjected.
"Got a light, anyone?" purred Ella, bringing her 9" cigarette holder to her lips with the air of absolute expectation that someone would light it.
"Hell yeah!" said Gerald, who had had a secret cigarette fetish ever since Monica.
"I've always held a flame for you Ella!" Gerald added eagerly, to general embarassment.
"J'surprise," murmured Ella, steadying Gerald's lighter hand so it wouldn't tremble at her touch.
"Kids," warned Sally, watching the men stand up a little straighter.
"Lucky I didn't make a fool of myself there." thought Gerald, still visibly shaking.
"Mon dieu," muttered Ella, taking the lighter out of Gerald's trembling hand.
"Naked, Ella! YOUR'E COMPLETELY TOTALLY NAKED!" exclaimed Sally, her exasperation with Ella finally reaching boiling point.
"Oh?" said Ella, rolling her eyes so hard her contacts popped out.
"Pretend she's dressed," advised Vivianne, and everyone glared at her.
"Quite big tits", said Gerald, suddenly looking very horny.
"Really, Gerald, keep it in your pants," Sally chided.
"She's an attention whore. Just say 'no'" said Vivianne, still determined to imagine Ella fully dressed.
"Take your jealousy elsewhere," growled Ella, starting to lose her temper.
"Understand this," began Vivianne. "I would rather be dead than be you."
"Vivianne... now that is something I can help you with!" sneered Ella, pulling a gun from we know not where.
"Wow" exclaimed Gerald, "Who would have guessed that would fit in there?"
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"You're all dead!" Ella shouted, brandishing the gun.
"Zinfandel anyone?" offered Gerald in a desperate attempt to defer the inevitable.
"Australian Zinfandel?" asked Ella, peering myopically at the bottle, gun forgotten in the heat of the moment.
"By jingo! It is! oh... actually... it's Austrian Zinfandel" confessed Gerald, deflated once more.
"Come now," scoffed Ella, "You've got to be joking."
"Don't be a silly, Ella," interpolated Sally, "Joe King moved to Arizona to sell air conditioning units 20 years ago!"
"Even I wouldn't have made that pun", Gerald boasted, feeling rather superior.
"Fainting..." Vivianne had time to say before she fell face-first to the floor.
"Give her air!" demanded Bob, shoving the others aside, "Now stand back while I loosen her clothes!"
"Holy Crap" said Gerald, "is that what I think it is?!"
"I've never seen one quite like that before." stated Sally, somewhat wistfully
"Jumping willikers close your eyes you perves!" Vivianne managed to rage before blacking out again.

[karma_queen]

j'surprise? eh?