Do you want to play a game?
Remember back in April when we played a game called Gibberish? Today I thought it might be fun to take a little break, and play. The rules are easy. Minnie starts a story line written in Gibberish and those that want to play continue on the storyline from the last comment posted, in the same style. If you decide to play along there is a certificate at the end as well as membership to my elite group called the Controlled Patriots of Standard Word Abuse. (CPSWA) If you don't understand or have not played this before you can click on the following link to see more about how the game is played.
GIBBERISH a game for silly fun.
Nowitch had 27 brothers and none of them could fly because they had bare-feet and no pickles. So one day Nowitch decided to...........
(Your turn)
I am so looking forward to seeing what kind of a story develops from my creative friends. I will be posting the whole story on Sunday, as well as a revised link of CPSWA members, so don't miss your chance.
Happy Memorial week-end to all my American friends
11 comments:
use a frying pan and scisser up some sausage, while the cat played with a doormat. Then they could get their galoshes on and go for an evening zoom.
around the mayer's chimney, where pickles grew in abundance from interlacing bricks. Those pickles mad her ears water just at the thought of them....
They landed as the mayer's guard dogs snarled from behind the fence. "What do we do know?" brother number one asked Nowitch.
"Do? Why we do not. We absolutely don't. Have you got the do-nothing-umbrella handy?" Norwich asked while teaching the alpha dog how to play parcheesi.
Jan Morrison at www.labanan.blogspot.com (tricksy darn blogspot acting up again)
Decide to cut off her brother's toes since they were full of lard. Her brother's knarly toes weighted down her broom no more.
Fat drops of oil spattered from the sky, ruining the soft pastels of the bumblebee tree. "Now where am I going to find a good platypus?" wondered Nowitch's sister, Yeswitch.
"Platypus?" One of the twenty-seven asked.
"All I need is a good pickle."
"Then we must get your toes back and there's only one person who can do that. The witch of Podiatry!"
but Yeswitch was a clever one and turned her broom into pond scum. Up from the pond scum there arose such a clatter Yeswitch chopped off her hair to see what was the matter...
Played again since your still going and it's a fun game.. haha
Sorry - I'm not thinking that creatively today, but I did want to mention that I've been unable to comment for almost a week, and just today I left the KEEP ME SIGNED IN box unchecked, and lo and behold, I can comment - yay!
It was the Mad Hatter to invite her to tea, but she took to long to say anything so he turned into a bee. He tried to fly away, but a giant frog appeared and ate him. Yeswitch freaked and tripped on her flippered boots, trying to get away.
The witch of Podiatry flew out of her flippered boots, carrying pickles for everyone as well as spare toes. Yeswitch and the frog ran away together and to this day live with the bee in Madhatter town. As for Nowitch and her brothers, they play Parcheesi every night with the mayor and his dogs. Sometimes they even let the dogs win, for an extra pickle.
The end
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