But why, oh why, did it have to be young Jack Bereaved?
Fate.
And Fate too wears Prada.
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The Original Rules
Each entry is an entirely new story.
Each story is exactly three sentences long.
Each story must begin with the sentence on which the previous one ended.
Both writers must take turns alternately.
All rules must be followed.
Except under exceptional circumstances.
Which do arise.
Very often.
Oh what the heck, never mind the rules.
Have a good time.
Each story is exactly three sentences long.
Each story must begin with the sentence on which the previous one ended.
Both writers must take turns alternately.
All rules must be followed.
Except under exceptional circumstances.
Which do arise.
Very often.
Oh what the heck, never mind the rules.
Have a good time.
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2008
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November
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- Up, Up and Away
- Bombay
- Two functions walked into the bar...
- Degrees of Madness
- Euphemism
- Look who's talking
- Post Mortem
- Die Furher Die
- The End is Nigh
- The Long Run
- Shaken, not stirred
- Victoria's Secret
- On Her Majesty's Secret Service
- Really?
- Why so serious?
- Chaos
- A Man of Figures
- Beware of Blog
- A puff of smoke
- Poof
- Black and White and Bled all over
- My Fair Lady
- Bah!
- Do you wear Prada?
- For he's a jolly good fellow
- Nobody should've died
- All's end, is an end well end
- All's well that ends well?
- Apocalypse Now
- A Spin Off
- Prey for your Life
- Cleanliness is next to Godliness
- Hook, Line and Sink
- The Gods must be crazy
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November
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And Fate, too wears Prada.
ReplyDeleteShe's finally hep, cool and everything she ever wanted to be.
Pity a name like Prada ostracized the poor boa in Boa Constrictor circles.