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November 2, 2006

11.02.06

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Eminem walked up the mirror and admired his space-outfit. His outfit as made especially for him to reflect his hip-hop style. The legs were baggie and the shoes resembled blinging trainers.

When pressed on it he replied: "I got look tight when I got into space. I am not going have my f***ing fans see me in no f***ing square clothes...you with me?"

"Did they cost extra?" asked the reporter.

"Of course they f***ing cost extra, the are f***ing designer spaceware. I am lauching my f***ing line of spaceware when I get back."

"If you get back..." muttered the reporter.

Posted by: Andrew Ian Dodge at November 2, 2006 7:46 AM · Permalink

Ilikethatone Andrew

Posted by: kasac at November 2, 2006 8:50 AM · Permalink

IT'S MY PARTY...

Matilda spent her entire fortune preparing for her complimentary planetary evacuation. The coming meteor was going to smack into the moon, banking it like a trick-shot into the Earth, and killing everyone who was still on-planet.

Sure, people generally didn’t like her. Her voice was grating and her odor was distressing. She felt that her opinions were the only valid ones and would get angry when anyone pointed out flaws in her reasoning.

But, it was the end of the world, for goodness sake. There were free space-suits and food for anyone who wanted them.

Why hadn’t anyone shown up?

Posted by: PB McCoy at November 2, 2006 10:20 AM · Permalink

She barely escaped last time…all those creatures with their weird smiles and awful sayings. Who acts that way? Nothing about it was sane. And now look at her! The idea of going back was already making her feel crazy. Well, she did leave her favorite headband in there somewhere and mother would be terribly cross if she didn’t find it. So she was committed to making the trip across one final time. This time she would be protected from the infection that seemed to spread throughout that land.

Alice adjusted her helmet and, once again, stepped through the looking glass.

Posted by: laieanna at November 2, 2006 11:34 AM · Permalink

All information in the above story comes from slivers of memory I have of the Disney movie. All accuracy is soley based on that.

Posted by: laieanna at November 2, 2006 11:35 AM · Permalink

I'm 80 words short today,so, feel free to embelish to your liking:

"When the casting director said to come early for the best pick of costumes, this is not what I pictured"

Posted by: kasac at November 2, 2006 4:52 PM · Permalink

There's nothing wrong with writing backwards from the punchline, I do it all the time...

Posted by: Stacy at November 2, 2006 4:54 PM · Permalink

.emit fo tuo nar tsuj I ,yrroS ):

Posted by: kasac at November 2, 2006 5:37 PM · Permalink

kasac, I like your ending. You should probably begin the story with casting for a porn movie emphasizing safe sex.

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at November 2, 2006 6:49 PM · Permalink

Maybe I should go up a size, it's a bit snug across the hips.

I hate these Envoy from earth events. Damn our 1/10th g and the fact that it makes all their trophy wives so buoyant.

The invitation did say. “Evening Wear”, that means I can show a little more curve than for day wear.

White has never been my colour, how many time do I have to remind you I'm an autumn. DON'T mention the albedo again. I know, I know, roast in my own suit and stew in my own juices.

It's just so hard to accessorize.

Posted by: TooMad at November 2, 2006 11:23 PM · Permalink