Sunday, July 02, 2006

Lorna* tries her hand at MadLib blogging

*not her real name**
** okay, it's her real name, but don't tell anyone

Once upon a time there were some purple pants. They were tickled pink every time they got a chance to scrub the tissue. Thirteen days before Canada Day, they twiddled their nonexistent scar tissue as they servant-heartedly drank their .5 silver platters full of prawns.

The End.

(No we have not been drinking, not even seafood.)


darien said...

are you sure? What's a madlib anyway?

darien, again said...

and by the way, I'm actually relieved to hear that you aren't drinking seafood.