Subject: Let's write a book...with a twist
Posted by: sectant
Date: Jun 22 18
A little clue in the title there. Shall we write a story using as many music related terms as we can, including band names and song titles? Use capital letters for the relevant words....
I got out of bed this morning, realising I was in Dire Straits. The Cars usually parked in the driveway had recently been stolen and The Police had told me the young thieves, if caught, would probably get away with little more than a Rap on the knuckles. A New Wave of crime had just begun and I had More Than A Feeling that it would only get worse unless these Punks were properly dealt with.
Okay people, it's your Turn, Turn, Turn .
Posted by: sectant
Date: Jun 22 18
A little clue in the title there. Shall we write a story using as many music related terms as we can, including band names and song titles? Use capital letters for the relevant words....
I got out of bed this morning, realising I was in Dire Straits. The Cars usually parked in the driveway had recently been stolen and The Police had told me the young thieves, if caught, would probably get away with little more than a Rap on the knuckles. A New Wave of crime had just begun and I had More Than A Feeling that it would only get worse unless these Punks were properly dealt with.
Okay people, it's your Turn, Turn, Turn .
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They were quite a sight. Ruby Tuesday, her father Monday Monday, her Mother Sunday Morning, her brother Saturday Night and her old schoolfriend Taylor Swift. They were sitting in Ruby's Parents kitchen, wearing party hats and with a large Birthday cake on the table. Ruby counted the candles and for the tenth consecutive year, there were far too many. "Mum, I am not 65 years old. Why can't you count?" "I can count Darling, but the candles look so lovely all lit up. So I thought I'd add a few More. To make them look lovelier." "How old are you anyway Ruby? I can never remember, I'm far too busy touring and recording these days.", Taylor Swift asked. "I'm the same age as you. We were in the same classes at school, you moron. And stop pretending you're THE Taylor Swift. You don't even know how to Sing. And when did you ever write a Lyric? It took you sixteen years to write your own Name correctly. Mum, of all the people you could have surprised me with, you had to Pick this clown didn't you?" "Sorry Love, all your other old school chums were busy Tonight. A lot of them said they'd be busy on future birthdays too. They must have been really busy, they didn't even have Time to wish you a happy Birthday, they all got off their phones instantly." "Hey Taylor, you don't look like any of the pics I've seen of you. Are you incognito or Something?", Ruby's brother Saturday Night asked, with a knowing grin. "I'll be in Cognito soon, I've always wanted to give a concert there. It's a lovely part of the world. Tori Amos told me that when we caught up at the Grammys a few years ago." "Mum, can you hand me the knife please?" "Oh goodie Ruby, you want to cut the cake.", Ruby's Mother said gleefully. "Yeah, that too", Ruby Tuesday replied while staring at Taylor Swift with evil intent. "Don't forget, I have to be in Rockaway Beach tomorrow, to meet Doctor Robert and that very depressed dog", Monday Monday, Ruby Tuesday's father, Suddenly ventured to say. "Oh Rockaway Beach. I played 45 concerts there over a Single weekend", Taylor Swift casually remarked, oblivious to the pair of hands getting closer and closer to her bare neck. Reply #101. Aug 27 18, 4:00 AM |
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Bladderwort stopped and paused in the doorway of Michele's office. He had been summoned there upon Michele's return to the 1910 Fruitgum Company. Her long weekday lunch at La Villa Strangiato had finally ended the following Sunday and after all the confusion and chaos, and with a liberal amount of Elderberry Wine under her belt (literally as well as figuratively for She had stolen the remaining bottle), had managed to Hitch A Ride back to work with a total stranger. It was only when The Stranger persistently asked for Money and refused to let her out upon arrival until she paid up, that Michele realised he was a taxidriver. "Sorry, I'm a bit inebriated. Elderberry Wine is more potent than people think!", she offered by way of explanation. Bladderwort, although relieved to have escaped the confines of the elevator Ruby Tuesday had stuck him in, was Nevertheless filled with dread. Being summoned to Michele's office usually meant some sort of telling off for acts of incompetence. Michele was sitting at her desk, if slumped forward in her chair in a dishevelled state holding on to an almost empty bottle of Elderberry Wine can be classified as sitting at a desk. Bladderwort finally summoned up the courage to enter the office. "I Believe you wanted to see me Michele. I mean, are you busy? Is now a good time to see me?", he said meekly. "Highly unlikely pal, at the moment I can't see a thing. Everything's a dark drunken Blur. What are you doing in my office? How Many More Times do I need to tell you not to come in here unless I ask you to?", Michele replied, slurring several of the words, her Head well and truly rested on the desk. "But you did ask me to?", Bladderwort reminded her. "Did I? When?" "Just after I picked you up off the floor in reception when I got back from the bathroom. Remember? And just before you took a swig out of that bottle you're holding?" The power was still disconnected and Bladderwort correctly guessed he had Something to do with it. Another bill he forgot to pay perhaps. Michele looked up at Bladderwort. Miraculously, it was all coming back to her. "Yeah, I did too. I wanted to tell you you're fired." "Fired? But why? I mean, what's the reason this Time?" "Don't know yet. I'll think of a reason later. Right now, I just want this Blur to go away." Within seconds she fell asleep, in preparation for the next day's hangover. Reply #102. Aug 31 18, 8:08 AM |
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Taylor Swift was lying in her hospital bed, recovering from the attempted strangulation inflicted on her by her old classmate. It had been a traumatic experience but fortunately the marks around her neck were not so Bad as to be permanent. She was listening to a Radio program through her hospital bed headset and a Disc Jockey was asking listeners to ring and request a Song. After two or three minutes of Radio ads, the DJ began his spiel: "Okay, it's the Ring Ring, Why Don't You Give Me A Call? show on Radio Station Funkytown FM and I'm your host, big Boris The Spider. And here's our first caller, Martha. Martha My Dear, Welcome To The Pleasuredome, do you have a Song you want me to play?" "Hello Boris. Yes, I certainly do have a Song, it's my favourite Song ever." "That's terrific Martha. And how old are you?" "I'm twelve." "Really? You sound a lot older?" "That's Because I'm disguising my Voice." Boris The Spider laughed. So too did Taylor Swift. After her ordeal, She needed as many laughs as She could get. "Okay Martha, so what Song do you want me to play?" "Ruby Tuesday please." Taylor Swift screamed. "Great choice Martha. And it's such a great Song, I'll play the Rolling Stones and Melanie Safka versions. Two Ruby Tuesday's, just for you!" Taylor Swift screamed again. Twice. "Thank you Boris. I love your program." "Yeah, so do I", Boris The Spider replied. Ruby Tuesday smiled a great big smile of Satisfaction upon completion of the phone call. "You're one cruel Lady Ruby. What I want to know is, how did you know Taylor would be listening?", her brother asked. "I didn't know. All I know is I bet she's screaming like there's no Tomorrow if She is listening." Reply #103. Sep 02 18, 3:11 AM |
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Angie and Pavlov were happily ensconced in the Broadway Hotel honeymoon Suite, the biggest and Best room in the only hotel not listed in any of the tourist guides to Rockaway Beach. Though they weren't married, the clerk at the reception desk gave them the Key just to get rid of them. From the moment the Two Young Lovers walked into the lobby, they indulged in the kind of declarations of Love for each other that had eventually forced the owner of the Bar they were sitting in earlier to physically throw them out. An act which was greeted with a Standing Ovation by the other Bar patrons. "Oh Pavlov, I have nothing but Burning Love for you. Let's ask this man at the counter if we could possibly book the honeymoon Suite." "Angie, My Love. I Burn For You. You will always be in my Heart. You Are Beautiful and I think I already Feel The Earth Move Under My Feet." "Actually that's the excavating they're doing outside. Do you want to book a room?", the desk clerk asked. He had a Name tag. His Name was Bungalow Bill. It very likely Still is. "How Positively 4th Street of you to ask. Yes, we would Love a room. Is the honeymoon Suite Free?", Angie enquired, moments after disentangling herself, very reluctantly, from the amourous arms of her equally amourous partner. "Are you married? Because if you're not, you can't have it.", Bungalow Bill said, wondering where Angie had bought her Eye patch. It seemed of far better quality than his own. "No, we're not married yet. But we are very much In Love and we have been married mentally for So Long now that we feel as if we are married. My Name is Angie and this is my Love Gun, Pavlov. He has a dog. He's staying for a little while at Doctor Robert's veterinary clinic around the corner. Entre Nous he may be suffering from depression. And an overindulgence of Meatloaf." "Who, Doctor Robert?" "No, you silly hotel clerk person. Pavlov's Dog." "Yeah well that's too Bad but like I said, if you're not married you can't have the room...." "I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement. But first I must throw myself into Pavlov's arms. For we are In Love and we can't bear to be standing this far apart from each other. Pavlov my Darling, I Need You. I want your Kiss. Immediately!" "Here, take the Key. Please. Before someone walks in. Enjoy your Stay." Reply #104. Sep 05 18, 6:30 AM |
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Dear Prudence You'll never guess the latest news from Funkytown. And even if you were to guess, how would I know you guessed unless you told me? So just to make it a bit less Complicated, I'll tell you myself. Firstly, and first of all, I awoke this morning to the sound of knocking on my door. But when I opened the door, there was nobody there. It took a few moments but when I heard the knocking again, I realised it was the front door and not the bedroom. So I had to then leave the bedroom to make my way to the front door, where the knocking sound came from. Whoever was making that knocking sound was still making it when I finally reached the front door after leaving my bedroom. I thought to myself, "Who Can It Be Knocking On My Door, Go Away, Don't You Come Here No More!", like that Song by that Band who sang those very same Words in that Song by that Band. I then thought to myself, "I Hear You Knocking, But You Can't Come In". And then I decided it would be better if, instead of thinking that thought, I should say it out loud so the person knocking could hear me. Meanwhile, whoever was knocking, was still knocking. And then, Darling sister, do you know what that person who was knocking did next? Ring My Bell, that's what!! Well you know I have an aversion to doorbells so I thought to myself, "I must get around to removing that bell Someday." And while I was thinking that, the bell rang again and then there were two More knocks. Loud ones too. It was as if the person knocking wanted to let me know with a certain degree of urgency that there was somebody there who wanted to see me, or at the very least, open my door. After a few More minutes of this incessant knocking and ringing and thought thinking, it all stopped. Very likely, the person outside the front door had decided to leave. I was able to work that out an hour later when I finally opened the front door and saw nobody there. Secondly, and second of all, my neighbour Bladderwort hasn't been seen for days now. His wife, who he's married to, doesn't seem the least concerned. In fact, she's going on a Holiday Tomorrow, staying On An Island, La Isla Benita. Just her and several of her Friends. I can understand why. Bladderwort's a Pinhead of the highest order. Hope to hear from you soon Your Little Sister, Eleanor Rigby. Reply #105. Sep 08 18, 3:51 AM |
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Dear Little Sister You know the drill by now, it's me blah blah blah big sister your Dear Prudence blah blah blah ad nauseum etc etc. I must say I'm absolutely livid. The Letter you sent contained not a Single coin or more importantly that cheque for 40 million which I have come to expect from you when I need a bit of pocket Money. Do I really need to ask you to include it with your latest News Of The World you inhabit? It should be Automatic by now. You fail to understand what a Massive Attack of nerves I experience everyday, trying to deal with the Queen who Still refuses to vacate the premises of Buckingham Palace. I own it now, remember? I bought it with my/your, let's call it my, Money. And as big as you No Doubt Imagine that palace is, well let me tell you...it's a hell of a lot bigger once you're in there. There are days when I think the Queen has finally taken the hint and gone but sure enough, there she is, hiding in one of the rooms. It can take Forever to walk around that place. It took me a day and a half just to get from my bedroom to the biggest of the several thousand very big bathrooms. It's a huge place to maintain so some more Money from you is the least I should expect. Or maybe even all I should expect, your letters are becoming More and More less interesting. And if I seem a bit angry, it's Because I am. And these parrots just keep on dying on me. I fed them what the Corgis eat but it makes no difference. They all continue to drop, though I will say their cages are nicer now, made from pure Gold. P.S. The general public have no idea I own that residence yet. I'm sure they'll know soon. It depends on that very Thin Lizzy. I call her that because I've hidden all the food. And the other Royals are all locked up in a closet. A very big one obviously. Amazing how everybody, including the media, think they're all in Kashmir wanting to be left alone. I have a fantastic PR man seeing to all that. Staunchly anti Royal and with a keen sense for mischievous behaviour. The ball's in your court now Little Sister. You know what to do my Dear.... ....Prudence. No Kiss or hug for you this Time. Reply #106. Sep 12 18, 1:18 AM |
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"Angie, you seem a little Downhearted. Is it the lack of room service? The lack of towels in the bathroom? Or is it the poor quality lighting that has made you turn Blue? What ails thee?" Pavlov was lying in the bed, watching Angie as she stood in front of the mirror in the honeymoon Suite bedroom, adjusting her Eye patch. "Yes Pavlov, I am indeed Downhearted. And Blue. The lighting of course is the main reason for the latter, but I am Blue emotionally as well. In fact, I Need You to engage in an Emotional Rescue mission. A Mission Of Mercy." "Oh Angie, I repeat, what ails thee?" "I will tell you what ails me, Pavlov. It is one minute After Midnight. And you have not said anything lovey dovey to me since The Church bell across the road chimed Eleven O'Clock Tick Tock. Rescue Me from this abandonment or I will seek a D-I-V-O-R-C-E. Just as soon as we get married." "But Angie, My Love. It was only Because I had that one hour nap that no Words of endearment issued forth from my Flaming Lips. You know I Desire you constantly when I am awake. Which I am now. I Love You. I Need You. I Want You To Want Me. Come to me, my one eyed Venus. The Bed's Too Big Without You." "Oh Pavlov! The Wonder Of You is you know exactly what to say and when to say it. Will you forgive my Momentary Lapse Of Reason? Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow? Will I always be your Honey Child? Do Ya Think I'm Sexy? Even in this light?" "Angie Baby. Everything I Do, I Do For You. I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do. Now switch off the light and come and lie Close To Me." "And then shutup and go to sleep!", shouted a Voice from the hotel room next door. Reply #107. Sep 15 18, 5:41 AM |
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"And then shutup and go to sleep!" Two songs you forgot to capitlalize,hope you don't mind. ShutUp - Madness Go To Sleep - Radiohead Reply #108. Sep 15 18, 10:43 AM |
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Capitalize Reply #109. Sep 15 18, 10:55 AM |
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Two? There's probably tons of music related terms that haven't been capitalized. I can only go by the songs etc. I know, and there is the added fact that it's easy to overlook mistakes while getting into the flow of the story. I mentioned this on an earlier posting. This may look easy but it's not. I don't plan anything, it's all impromptu. By the time each entry is finished I don't check for errors, I just post. And notice errors when it's been posted. Thanks for comments. Keep enjoying. Or not enjoying. P.S. I'm not this slipshod when writing in the real world. Proofreading and factual checking is a must for me, but this is just a fun thing on a quiz site thread. Reply #110. Sep 15 18, 3:25 PM |
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BizarreLoveTriangle - Is it just me (it could be, it's late and I'm tired) but did you correct your word by writing it exactly the same way again? Don't you just hate autocorrect? It changes my words all the time and for a pedant like me, it's torture. Reply #111. Sep 15 18, 4:36 PM |
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Oh, no, I just spotted the extra 'L'. Told you I was tired. We all make mistakes. Reply #112. Sep 15 18, 4:38 PM |
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"Angie. I Wanna Be Your Man. Are You Old Enough?" "Pavlov, I Will always be old enough. Especially When I'm 64. At The Moment though I'm more concerned with these sudden interruptions to the story. People Are Strange, Pavlov, and by The Look of Things, they will always be strange. Oh I forgot, Strange should have been capitalized. That's capitalized with an 's' instead of a 'z'. Steve Strange, you know? Kiss me Pavlov! On my mouth this Time. It's No Fun when you Kiss my Eye patch." Reply #113. Sep 15 18, 5:55 PM |
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Monday Monday, the eminent animal psychologist and father of Ruby Tuesday, was sitting in the office of Doctor Robert at the Rockaway Beach veterinary clinic. An uncaged hamster had grown fond of the psychologist's Hair, its length and colour. It May just have been Hair, but to the hamster it was a Small Blue Thing to happily nestle in. Peeking out of an empty Jam jar on Doctor Robert's desk was a tiny lizard, eyeing the hamster suspiciously, convinced it had stolen its Rubber Ball, a present from Doctor Robert himself. "Let's get this straight Doctor Robert. You want me to have a chat with a dog. An actual chat. As in using Words normally addressed to people. People of a Human Nature." " Yes, doctor Tuesday Afternoon. More of an extended therapy Session really. And feel Free to ask it any Question you want." "It's Monday Monday. Explain therapy Session for me. And that bit about asking it questions." "Well you could begin by asking it, just as an example, how its Day has been. Just to break the ice. And from there you could eventually proceed to delving into its relationship with its owner, Pavlov. Just like a therapy Session for people. Only with More mess on the floor." "I see. And what are the chances of Pavlov's Dog answering my questions? Assuming it's a real dog and not someone dressed in fancy clothing. Like the one I saw outside in the waiting room, holding out a dog bowl and begging for dog biscuits." "I assure you doctor Friday On My Mind, Pavlov's Dog is the genuine article. A real, dog shaped, dog sized, but very depressed....dog." "So where is this dog? Outside in the yard? And please pay attention. It's Monday Monday." "No, not in the yard, doctor Tell Me On A Sunday. In the games room. Trying to Beat its highest Score on the Dogs Of War video game. He's become rather good at it." Reply #114. Sep 15 18, 8:36 PM |
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"Pavlov! Where are you? Miss You so much!" "I'm here, Angie Baby. Under the sheets, looking for your Eye patch." "Oh that! The One Thing I never want to see again. It's hideous, abysmal, ridiculous and the wrong colour. I wanted Shocking Blue and I got Yellow River instead. How I failed to notice before is Something I just don't understand. Do you think me being colourblind has Something to do with it? Anyway, as soon as you find it, throw it back under the sheets, like I did. I never want to see it again. Unless I Change My Mind. And hurry up and Kiss me. I don't want to threaten you with D-I-V-O-R-C-E again, it will mean we'll have to get married immediately. Which will mean cancelling our visit to the vet to see how your little pooch is getting along." "Angie. May I ask you something?", Pavlov replied from under the sheets. "Anything, my Darling, my Cherry Pie, my Cherry Bomb, my Black Balloon, my Custard Pie, my Hunka Hunka Burning Love." Pavlov resurfaced, and asked Angie the Question he had always wanted to ask her: "Have you always been this....Crazy?" Reply #115. Sep 16 18, 2:12 AM |
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Do you remember the 21st night of September? Reply #116. Sep 21 18, 12:51 PM |
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"No I don't remember the 21st Of September, Angie. Why do you even ask?" "Pavlov, My Love, I think it is you who is Crazy. I said nothing at all about the 21st Of September. You must be hearing Things. Honestly, what with my Eye patch and your occasionally faulty hearing aid, we make a Perfect couple don't we? All two of us, each the other the both." "Listen to me you New York Doll. You asked, in the previous posting, whether I remembered the 21st Of September. I heard it with my own two ears. Including the one that doesn't work properly now and then." "It wasn't me Pavlov. I suggest you get that hearing aid fixed. It obviously does not function properly. And I want a D-I-V-O-R-C-E. Your Tone of Voice is too harsh, your Kiss is too infrequent." "Gadzooks! Do you think mayhap it was another of dem interruptions to the story, Angie?" "Oh Pavlov, why do you insist in talking in various different idioms? It's getting to be a bore. I've made up my mind. Today we will wed, and then I shall immediately ask for a..." "D-I-V-O-R-C-E?", Pavlov pre-empted. "Yes Pavlov. For you do not show me enough R-E-S-P-E-C-T. As of this moment, Our Lips Are Sealed." "Just as well Angie. All that kissing was starting to wear them out." Reply #117. Sep 24 18, 1:34 AM |
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"Come on, ya dumb video game! I just need 40 more points to Beat my highest Score. Don't Let Me Down or I'll get that mangy cat in the room next door to give ya Cat Scratch Fever!" Pavlov's Dog, empowered by his recently acquired, though unexplained, faculty of speech, his Time away from Angie and Pavlov and a sense of Freedom he had never known before, was slowly but surely taking over Doctor Robert's clinic. He had already convinced three of The Turtles and an extremely gullible Budgie that they were really squirrels and had sent them on their way to a nut factory, with an avowed bunch of Promises that he personally knew the owner and that all types of nuts would be available to them if they just mentioned his name. Of course he was usually known as Pavlov's Dog but he decided The King sounded better. "Just tell him The King sent ya. Now hurry up and go, before that idiot Doctor Robert turns up with that turtle and Budgie food. He's trying to Poison ya, did ya know that?" Soon it would be the hamsters, the tortoises, the guinea pigs, a few poodles, including one which constantly walked around wearing a Poodle Hat that annoyed The King no end, and last but not least, the cats. The King knew tricking these felines would not be quite so easy, they were smarter than most of his enemies. But he would worry about them later. He had Something else to deal with for the moment. "What!!!? Game over??!! Are you serious??! Ten points short! Unbelievable!" The King stormed out the games room, looking for a poor defenceless White Rabbit to annoy. Reply #118. Sep 24 18, 5:01 AM |
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"Could you Please Be Kind and unlock that closet, you horrible, horrible Woman. I want my palace back and I want my Phillip back. And Charles too. If you must Lock Up anyone, Let It Be that absurd faux royal Camilla. And where are my Corgis?" Queen or no Queen, the Queen was struggling to come to terms with the fact that Buckingham Palace, her Home Sweet Home for many years, now belonged to a commoner. A commoner with tons of Money and all sorts of legal papers testifying to the new ownership. "Now you listen to me, you queenly Queen type person. This place is mine now. Says so on every Page of every document I'm brandishing in front of your plummy voiced, plummy faced...face. Get Back to wherever it is you Saxe Coburg Windsors and Sons originally came from. Germany, Greece, who can remember anymore? Buckingham Palace is mine. Do you hear me? Mine. Not yours. Mine. As in, it belongs to me. And me Alone. Or Something like that. It's certainly not yours at any rate. It May have been, but not now. Or now not. Do you hear me Elizabeth? Lizzy? Liz?" "No! I Will not leave. Never. At no Time. Not now, not ever. Where are my Corgis you....you....Unqueen?!" "Your Corgis, poor, deluded Lizperson are in the one room of this palace you never, ever condescended to visit upon with your Royal Highnessness." "You mean?..." "Yes, I do mean..." There was a long silence. Tension filled the air. Nobody spoke. Neither the Queen or that dotty old Dear, Prudence. The locked up royals had long since fallen asleep in the closet. And I wish I could tell you which room it was the Corgis were in, but my dinner's ready and I'm hungry. Watch this space. Or a space further along in this story. Reply #119. Sep 25 18, 3:30 AM |
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"Did you enjoy your dinner?", Ava Adore asked. "Yes thank you.", Sectant replied. "I didn't mean you, I was asking my daughter, Lily The Pink. The Two Of Us were having dinner in reply #99." "Yes, I know. I thought I'd just make an extremely surreal story a tad more surreal by making a little cameo appearance. I'll Go Now and leave you and Lily to continue with this. 'Bye Ava. 'Bye Lily. Say hi to Ruby Tuesday for me. I think you'll be catching up with her soon." "What a strange man. Did you enjoy your dinner Lily?", Ava Adore asked, hoping the right person would answer this Time. "Yes Mother. It was fine. Zero complaints about it. I especially liked the tiny little Pumpkins. They were Smashing." "And did you enjoy the dessert? I made the Cherub Rock cake especially for you, because you're My Little Angel. My Bullet With Butterfly Wings.", Ava Adore continued. "Yes Mother, the Cherub Rock cake was Perfect. Not quite so difficult to bite into this Time." "And so what are your plans for Today, Lily? Are you Still looking for those car thieves who kicked off this story?" "Actually Mother, I'm catching up with Ruby Tuesday. She's coming over sometime Today." "Ooh, that strange man who made that cameo brooch was right all along then!" "It's cameo Mother. Just cameo.", Lily replied, Wishin' And Hopin' that Ruby Tuesday would arrive soon. Reply #120. Sep 26 18, 1:04 PM |
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