The other day, while spelunking in Mammoth Caves while wearing my fancy new retroactive gear (although the multicolored tassles itch, I must say), I decided to have a picnic of two par boiled potatoes which were completely ignoble.
(guess maybe I should have added spices and seasonings…bleah)
For your dare. You must make up a new word (one that sounds real but isn’t in existence yet) beginning with every letter A through Z.
Don’t worry about defining them, just type the made up words and let us use our own imaginations from what it sounds like.
The last one was about two months ago or so. I was back home in my parents’ house. And my aunts were there. And I was once again the youngest and most unimportant girl, and nothing more and nothing less than the adopted illigetiimate daughter, and they were all yelling at me for something I didn’t do. I still remember feeling as small as ever.
I was surprised at that, as I hadn’t had that kind of dream in a very long time, though I used to have them often.
Kyth, I’ll take another truth, for now, though I am going home shortly and may not be back online until tomorrow.
Truth or Dare, Malacandra?
Truth or Dare, Idle Thoughts?
Truth or Dare, Fetchund?
Yesterday, when I paid off SMERSH’s agents with a million dollars in an unmarked briefcase to drop their pursuit of Goldeneye…
…I mean, when I bribed my brother with an offer of free lunch (wings and fries at our local bistro) in exchange for not getting me back over eating his leftover Chinese from New Year’s by accident. Anaamika, if your house was burning and you could only grab one thing and run, what would you save? (It’s just you in the house, and the fire extinguisher doesn’t count.)
I have no pets that I would risk my life saving…just a gecko and fish and two turtles. My really valuable stuff is already in a safety deposit box. I’d probably grab eithe rmy jewelry box, as there are a few keepsakes in it, but more likely my computer or at least the backup hard drive as it has so much important stuff on it!
Idle Thoughts, let’s hear two limericks - on your love of that disgusting substance nown as Spam, and one on your hate for it. Please not I am not referring to e-mail spam.
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