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October 12, 2006

10.12.06

Today's theme needs to include the following words:

azure

peopled

climb

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Click, drag, right click, copy.
Start, all programs, MS Office, MS word 2003, new document.
Right click, paste, right click, huh?
Ignore Once.
Right click, synonyms.
Oh, - Blue!

Posted by: Kasac at October 12, 2006 8:45 AM · Permalink

Yes, but all pretentious-y! :)

Posted by: Stacy at October 12, 2006 8:46 AM · Permalink

(working up a Les Nessman story)

Posted by: Laurence Simon at October 12, 2006 9:51 AM · Permalink

Les Nessman is no longer a part of this site, hence the removal of his head.

Posted by: Stacy at October 12, 2006 9:52 AM · Permalink

haHaHA!
My first +1, and on a display of my ignorance. My eclectic vocabulary can be most annoying.

Posted by: Kasac at October 12, 2006 10:01 AM · Permalink

site of the flaming port-a-blee

Posted by: Kasac at October 12, 2006 10:04 AM · Permalink

Ah, yes! The Headless Les Nessman!

Now THAT'S a topic!

Posted by: Laurence Simon at October 12, 2006 10:49 AM · Permalink

*cries*

Posted by: Stacy at October 12, 2006 10:51 AM · Permalink

Shaking nervously, Herb Tarlek looked out into the hallway.

"Do you see him?" whispered Mr. Carlson. "Do you see... Les?"

"No," said Herb. "He's not out here."

"Well, no wonder why you can't hear him," said Johnny Fever. "Your jacket's way too loud."

Venus and Bailey cowered in the corner. "We're all going to die," whimpered Bailey.

Jennifer took a deep breath. "Who's watching the back door?"

Just then, Andy let out a hideous moan and fell to the floor, an axe buried in his neck.

The Headless Nessman drew back the axe, hacked again, and dragged off Andy's head

Posted by: Laurence Simon at October 12, 2006 10:56 AM · Permalink

You have far too much free time. Wonder how many times I can down-mod you...

Posted by: Stacy at October 12, 2006 10:58 AM · Permalink

Come on. Admit it. You miss Les. ;)

When you do, I'll confess that I had that story sitting in my drafts folder for a year from last Halloween.

Posted by: Laurence Simon at October 12, 2006 11:02 AM · Permalink

It's not easy saying Headless Les Nessman three times fast.

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at October 12, 2006 11:09 AM · Permalink

If I could say Headless Les Nessman three time fast, I wouldn't walk this way.

Posted by: Laurence Simon at October 12, 2006 11:23 AM · Permalink

I wouldn't walk that way either. That way leads toward the Headless Les Nessman.

Try another way.

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at October 12, 2006 3:28 PM · Permalink

*rimshot*

Posted by: Laurence Simon at October 12, 2006 3:45 PM · Permalink

It sounds good when I read it:

Feeling azure I’m sure,
I went to the steeple,
To meet with the people
Everyone was so demure.

Preacher told a story,
All filled with fire and glory,
About how the earth was peopled,
Then ‘bout how it was steepled.

The peopling came with incest,
The naughty say its best.
The steepling came with money
Cold hard cash – lots of it, honey

Paid to ease the guilty depraved

When you climb in be with your sister
Lay right down and kiss her
Best be ready with your wallet
To pay ole pastor Maullet

How else will your soul be saved.

Posted by: Kasac at October 12, 2006 3:51 PM · Permalink

The climb was steep but Papa willed himself to reach the summit. Shading his eyes from the sunlight a broad smile crinkled his white beard. The day of the black cat was no more. As he looked out across the azure masses below, excitement welled up from within. He doffed his pointy red cap to the crowd below and shouted,

“The world will know that we, the blue skinned ones that have peopled this land will no longer be kicked around. No more shall we be objects of cheesy animation and corny humor. Smurfs, today is the day we march!”

Posted by: Eric at October 12, 2006 7:24 PM · Permalink