hello thr,

how about writing our very own litlle *or big* story. every1 gets to add 5 words in continuation with the words written by the previous person.

heres i start and some1 else shall continue -

Once upon a time in....

the valley of kitty kats

thr lived a kutie kat

and a big dog with rabid shoes

that looks like high yeel shoes

who liked to play with

and eat green beans

and lose 5lbs a week

he always maintained his figure

by wearing them black shirts

as for the Kitty, she

opens up the cellphone and

calls home while pointing her

bag, written on which was

kitty cat phone home when

she got hungry for pizza

and beer, with a chaser

so she called up home

and some more beer and

more deluxe pizza with lots

of cheese, cheese, and cheese

and the big dog with rabid

and then a ITBM lauched by firebyrd in the "AND" game thread blows up the house after missing its mark.

But he was dreaming so

he got scared when he

saw the real missle comming and blowing up his house when he most definently awake.

he wakes...hollers...GREAT SCOT!

yelling because he sees the missle coming to blow up his house

will he ever wake up?

Then he does wake and and is sure he is woken up with NO chance of him being asleep, NONE at ALL. He then looks towards the window and sees the ITBM heading towards him.

Davina jumps up out of nowhere and deflects the oncoming ITBM with his/her high yeal shoe and sends it flying into outerspace where it explodes//never to return.

Then he thought that would be a great senario but alas the missle was going to hit the house. He jump ou tthe window and ran. Just before the he go to the next house the missle hit and he ducked.......... but no explosion. He looked and saw that the warhead was missing. He saw a column of smoke on the horizon and thought that the war head dropped off during mid flight and hit there. He went to his house and surveyed the damage. The missle ripped and hole in the side and 3/4 of the house had fallen. He walked over to the missle and read the side

ITBM

InterThreadBoardMissle

he looked around and saw the how was beyond repair, or atleast any repair that wood cost less then buying a new house. He sighed, walked to phone hoping the line wasn't cut. He herad a dial tone, sighed again, and called to sell his house.

(not all my stories end in death. )

the realtor answered the phone and came over immediately...and yes..she was wearing high yeal shoes..