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zenbabe 06-25-2003 02:28 AM

I say we write a screenplay…..
 
I solemnly vow to plague the board with meaningless and senseless humor if you would oblige in creating scenes with your meaningless and senseless ways.

C’mon people, work with me, let’s copy and paste ourselves into Oscar history!!!

We can do it!! I know we can!!!

danh 06-25-2003 02:42 AM

I'll play, and I promise not to kill it.
promise


what are the rules?

zenbabe 06-25-2003 02:51 AM

rules are: anything that has been posted is a free for all

my friend just told me he has a lump of cells near his spinal cord that seems to be growing. he has to have micro surgery...neither of us knows what that means. he told me a joke about a clown

-ze


I think we all really want to know the clown joke. Who is with me?

Hermione 06-26-2003 03:33 PM

I want to know a clown joke too.

Oh, and for the record Micro Surgery is surgery using operating microscopes and miniaturized precision instruments to perform intricate procedures on very small structures.

MoJoRiSin 09-13-2008 02:15 PM

cut!
__________________________________________________ _____________
************************************************** **************Here's how to start :: someone post 3 or 4 paragraphs from an obscure play or book then
we add a paragraph at a time then we show it to a writer not on this bored and ask them to rewrite the first three paragraphs
(then of course we edit those too ;)
ANYWAY, GO::
I ahve to drive my daughter somewhere right now
but will do this myself this evening
if no one else has gotten around to it
ox L, Mo :)

MoJoRiSin 11-18-2008 09:11 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Anna (Post 401558)
In Youngstown, OH a letter was dropped into a mail box. At precisely 11:03AM a postman stood in front of the box and drew out a long chain of keys from his pocket, he inserted one of the keys into the lock and opened the box. Bending down, he hurriedly gathered the sealed envelops and shoved them haphazardly into his overstuffed mail bag. Closing the box he proceeded down the street, as he turned the corner a strong gust of wind blew at the open bag and scattered several of the envelops.

, one of which landed squarely on Amanda's left black patent leather shoe.


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