It's Thursday...
and The Never-Ending Story
is suppose to be on Wednesday...
but I have been busy.
I apologize...
now...
let's write...
The Never-Ending Story!
Directions/Instructions/How-To:
1. I will post a picture and then begin a story
with 3 to 6 sentences...
2. Then I will stop in MID-SENTENCE...
3. The next person picks up (in MID-SENTENCE)
where the last comment left off and will then
add 3 to 6 sentences to continue the story...
4. And then she/he/it will stop in MID-SENTENCE
5. Don't end the story...
it is a never-ending story!
6. You may post as many comments as you want
to continue the story!
Let's Write!
It wasn't easy to win a queen contest. It was hard work. She hadn't been born in Florida so she couldn't be the Orange Queen. She hadn't been born in California so she couldn't be the Rose Queen. She hadn't been born in Georgia so she couldn't be the Peach Queen. However, her persistence has paid off. Yes, she was the Weenie Queenie! It all started when...
16 comments:
innocently enough with a can of vienna sausage for breakfast which led to a corny dog at First Monday which led to a hot dog at the movies which led to foot long chili dog from Sonic which led to a hot dog eating contest at county fairs which led to a plate of hang down with Cat Daddy and she was hooked, suddenly she had to.....
have her daily wiener fix. So Lulu began her quest to find the place where wieners were appreciated, where wieners were plentiful and where wieners were...
...a delicacy instead of just a gas-producing stick of trash meat. It would help too if the place served cold beer. And had peanut shells on the floor. And, of course, if the place...
had sausage on a stick. She had a crown, but lacked a royal scepter. She knew a SOS would serve her just as well. With stick in hand, she proceeded to issue royal proclamations beginning with...
"I declare my self the Weenie Queenie!". Now that she was a queen, Lulu wanted a kingdom. She knew the perfect place. It was...
....someplace large and spacious, with plenty of room for an appropriate meat processing plant to be built and to rule in. QUALITY MEAT; nothing less for the Weenie Queenie. As she perused real estate, suddenly she was distracted by a flash of weiner-colored paint whizzing down the road....could it be? A weiner on wheels?
"Oh!" she proclaimed, as she gasped for air deeply, like from a passionate kiss. "That must be...
...my throne mobile." She then followed the weiner on wheels to Washington DC, home of the most weinies known to America. Lulu got to Washington and found lots of competition to be a weiner, but, no one had been voted as the queen. So, she contacted...
Dang Mindy "overposted me" and I had to retract my weenie comment!
...the undersecretary of a Bologna, a small country in South America. Lulu asked the man if Bologna had royalty, if there was a king and queen of Bologna or at least...
(Cher, of all people to run with the weenies in DC, I expected it to be you!)
...a Princess. They gazed longingly at Lulu's weeny necklace and told her...
(I can't play anymore. We're being evacuated due to a chemical fire in Bryan. Guess we'll go to Sue's in California. That should be far enough away - and fun too!)
That's sounds sacrry
....."My god those are big!"
"Thank you" said Lulu "I had them polished up just for you." It was then that a loud piercing sound ripped through the air. Lulu turned to the DC weenies and said.....
I hope all will be well Texas Woman
Everything has calmed down in Bryan. Fire still smoldering but we are no longer in a danger zone.
Malisa, I don't have anthing to add to your story, but what a clever idea. I enjoyed reading the other commets.
Barbara
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