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[Dan from Michigan]

Bwhahahahaah. All Right Gary!

[Cathryn Crawford]

As she sat in quiet contemplation of the heat that enveloped the entire room, nay, her entire world, she slowly ran her finger around in the dust of the never polished oak desk at which she sat. As she did, the music and the words that she wrote formed a simple sort of medley that ran rampant in her head. The musty smell of the aging parlor only added to the feeling of timelessness that was seeping into her bones.


[Back to you.]

[potlatch]

This is hilarious!! Like another poster above, I'm going to send it in emails!!

[rwfromkansas]

The group A only would be due to amusing the crap out of me of course though, as neither actually completed the assignment.

[MHGinTN]

Most igniting, Boris!

[A_perfect_lady]

As she sat in quiet contemplation of the heat that enveloped the entire room, nay, her entire world, she slowly ran her finger around in the dust of the never polished oak desk at which she sat. As she did, the music and the words that she wrote formed a simple sort of medley that ran rampant in her head. The musty smell of the aging parlor only added to the feeling of timelessness that was seeping into her bones.

He swept into the parlor like a brazen, fresh breeze. "Dust this place!" He snapped, cracking his riding crop against the desk. She cowered in fear. Dust? What, like a mere servant? How?

[Cathryn Crawford]

He swept into the parlor like a brazen, fresh breeze. "Dust this place!" He snapped, cracking his riding crop against the desk. She cowered in fear. Dust? What, like a mere servant? How?

And then, in an instant, all her fear was forgotten as the overwhelming rage filled her. "You dust it yourself, dear sir!", she snapped, and he fell back in surprise. He had never heard that sneering tone in her silky voice before.

[Travis McGee]

Holding my sides ping!!!!! Hysterical!!!!!!

[Travis McGee]

Ping!

[gcruse]

Maybe she knew he was coming and had just
forgotten, or maybe Cathryn wanted to punish
Brent for some unintended slight, but even
though she recognized the timidity of his light
rap on her door, her hand dropped off the
edge of the correspondence desk onto a crystal
faceted knob drawer pull.  The drawer gave no resistance
and she pulled it out, her glance seeking out the
1911 model Colt pistol as her hand wrapped
around the ivory grip in a practiced single
motion.

"Brent?  Is that you?" and she pull back the hammer.

             [Over to you]

[4mycountry]

Ping for good friends.

This is hilarious. Prepare to laugh your eyes out!

[Young Werther]

Our NSS club volunteered to "edit and update" the Space Exploration handbook for the Boy Scouts! A committee of dedicated space activists were assembled. I became the committee chairman who would coordinate and submit our output to the Handbook Coordinator at BSA headquarters.

Remember that Super Bowl commercial where cowboys are trying to herd cats! I've come to find out that herding cats is easier than coordinating a bunch of know-it-all space geeks!

However, I did accomplish this leadership job by adopting my space persona!

[Cathryn Crawford]

"Yes, it's me", said Brent, as he came into the room with the easy charm that she had once admired and now loathed. He walked to her and as she watched him the hand that lay on the desk clinched unknowingly, leaving skin-colored grooves in the once unmarred oak. After an interminable period of time, she forced herself to relax and the shaking in her hands stopped. She stood, the hand holding the gun tucked carefully behind her, and slowly turned to meet Brent.

[William Terrell]

Funny, but I would have given Rebecca a D for failing to complete the assignment and given Gary a C- for failing to attempt to get the assignment back on track when Rebecca killed it.

Ah, but every once in a while there comes along something that is priceless, and paying homage to the author(s) is demanded, however far from the established guidelines they might wander.

[MWS]

ROTFL...Thanks for the ping... that was hilarious!!!

[Poohbah]

Oldie but a goodie.

BTW, I told my wife that it's really because "Women are from Venus, Men are from Bakersfield."

[A_perfect_lady]

And then, in an instant, all her fear was forgotten as the overwhelming rage filled her. "You dust it yourself, dear sir!", she snapped, and he fell back in surprise. He had never heard that sneering tone in her silky voice before.

He was completely at sea. Why was she so sneering, so enraged? She was a minimum wage, no-skills twit when he found her. She had nothing, nothing but a B.A. in Women's Studies and the promise of a decent head of hair if she stopped shaving her head. He had taken her away from her job at Barnes & Noble, taken her away from those Saturday nights hanging out at Tres Hombres with her equally bitter girl friends. She'd been happy to get into his car, happy to move into his house, happy that his parents had investments in major corporations with dividends to share. And now, now she was turning on him.... was it because of .... the baby?

[gcruse]

"Cath, I...I've done something terrible," Brent managed to choke
out between his now unruly lips.  "My brother Lester has been
gambling money from the bathtub gin business and now he owes
his bookie fifty thousand dollars."

"What does that have to do with me, Brent?"  But the slowly spreading
ball of cold fury in the pit of her stomach was triggering adrenaline and
a trembling trigger finger that portended something worse than rash.

"I told him that I'd get him the money by selling you into white slavery.
You'd do that for me, old gal, wouldn't you?  Remember all the good
times we had?  Be a pal."

[Cathryn Crawford]

He was completely at sea. Why was she so sneering, so enraged? She was a minimum wage, no-skills twit when he found her. She had nothing, nothing but a B.A. in Women's Studies and the promise of a decent head of hair if she stopped shaving her head. He had taken her away from her job at Barnes & Noble, taken her away from those Saturday nights hanging out at Tres Hombres with her equally bitter girl friends. She'd been happy to get into his car, happy to move into his house, happy that his parents had investments in major corporations with dividends to share. And now, now she was turning on him.... was it because of .... the baby?

She knew he knew. He was only trying to force her into the same old degrading patterns because she was going to have his child. As she spread her hands across her ever-growing stomach, she was determined to no longer allow him to treat her this way. She was, after all, the product of one of the best liberal colleges in the Northeast. She had given up everything - her beautiful shaved scalp, her fulfilling job in an intellectually stimulating work enviroment, her nicely furnished one room studio flat - everything she had, she had given it up for him. And this - this was how he repayed her? With this reinforcement of her negative value as a woman? She would not stand for it. Her conscience would not allow her to.

[arasina]