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He looked at them, torn. A blonde, a brunette

  • He looked at them, torn. A blonde, a brunette and a raven-haired beauty. They all gazed at him in expectation, waiting for him to choose one of them. He knits his brow and finally
  • the scarecrow prince puts away his knitting tools and points to the native-american chick. "I choose you to be my bride!" She jumps up and squeals! The other contestants cry. Th
  • -e live audience howls. The wedding was to be at the Crystal Chuck E. Cheese palace. The Scarecrow prince had written his on vowels and the Native American chick had totally
  • learnt how to read vowels in morse code. A message was sent to the wedding party from a submarine off the coast of Madagascar where the Bride's cousin Officer SittingStill
  • Forever, a distant descendent of the ignoble Commanche leader Chief Running Away Ex Post Haste, was busy staring into empty jar of olives. When the submarine struck an outcropping,
  • the olive jar smashed onto the floor. Forever muttered a stifled curse & mopped up the extra virgin oil before raising the periscope. They were stuck on a piece of New York which
  • was suffering from an olive oil shortage due to the blockade. Forever cursed again. "Tomorrow, man the torpedoes," she said. "We're finishing this recipe if it kills you!"
  • "I'd rather not die over a pot of spaghetti sauce," I seethed. "Make it with what's left of the canola oil!" Her eyes burned, "You are not my son! My nice Italian son would get me
  • me what I want like a good boy." "OK Ma, for 50 bucks, I'll be good," came my retort. She gesticulated wildly and said, "Oh yeah? When I was your age I was good fah nothin'."
  • My ma...What I wouldn't give to see her just one last time. I'd give her back her 50 bucks and hug her 'til the cows come home.
Started
2012-07-26 06:34:37
Finished
2015-06-21 01:03:26

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