Round robin story... Viv! Trees! Leach! Post!
It was a cool night, the wind was blowing slightly, the trees were swaying softly when suddenly...
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... a tall, dark handsome man stepped out of the bushes. He was wearing a kilt, and...
... pink sequinned suspenders. How we knew they were pink sequinned suspenders was 'cause of the streetlights flashing off like strobe lighting every 1.6 seconds. He turned around, lifting him arm to point at the...
mysterious blonde woman who stepped out of the shrubbery. He said...
"I am Roger. Don't move. I know who you are."
The woman, who was transfixed less by what was being pointed at her than by the streetlights flashing off his pink sequinned suspenders like strobe lighting every 1.6 seconds,....
...spoke in a soft, girlish, yet a wonderfully South African accent...
"Umm.. I was just going to ask the time"
and backed away nervously, although Roger had a kind of electric energy that drew her to him.
And so...
... his arm started to shake, the vibration started from his naked hairy shoulder and undulated like a Mexican wave towards his hairy fingertips. He screamed...
... a long and drawn out scream of terror. The woman turned back, ran towards him, and grabbed his now wildly limbs in an effort to stop them. Unfortunately, her shoe laces became entangled with the pinnk sequinned suspenders in the meantime, leaving the two locked together like...
*guffaws*
... Two eels with their spikes stuck together, flapping around in the water. Her long blonde hair got stuck on his...
hey, that should be "wildly flailing limbs", sorry...
...instead of "wildly limbs" that is
...chiselled...
... manly...
...oiled...
... and silky...
...but undeniably masculine
... yet oh-so-vulnerable...
... musk-drenched...
... chocolate-coated...
...hard...
... but bendable...
...pointy...
... yet delicate at times...
...and precious...
...primal...
... shiny...
... funny looking...
...but endearing...
... interesting, but ugly...
...in a rugged way...
... wet...
...long...
... smooooth...
...scarf pin...
...writhing in folliclar agony, she growled at him: "why the hell is your scarf-pin chocolate coated"?...
"Because my kilt pin is covered with caramel, and I couldn't very well have had them covered in the same thing!" he spluttered, trying to disentangle his pink sequinned suspenders from her shoelaces without revealing what else was under his kilt.
(Hang on, what kind of suspenders are these??)
...reveal all. Under the stress of trying to untangle himself while keeping his kilt under control, all in a stiff breeze, Roger overbalanced, pulling the blonde woman down on top of him.
... elaborate celtic tattoo on his suprisingly tanned...
...and bulgingly muscular knee. In the struggle to get up, their limbs flew everywhere, her hand brushed...
... an unknown furry object that suddenly jumped. She squealed again, this time out of the surprise of the unknown furry object, which turned out to be...
..."Well that was unexpected" said the blonde, as she withdrew her hand again. "I thought...
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... John Malkovich was filming Eragon but no, he's now filming Beowulf. But I really don't think he looks like King Galbatorix. Well neither do any of the other actors look like the Eragon characters. ..."
A strong breeze blew up again and her long blonde hair was suddenly released from the blasted scarf pin, as she sat awkwardly on his hairy, hairy legs.
"Sooo..." she started...
... then a sudden crack of lightning shattered their concentration, both Roger and the unnamed long, blonde haired woman looked to the sky, the clouds spread apart and a booming voice spoke these words...
"Quack!"
"Oh no!" Exclaimed Roger hoarsely, "It's the curse of the quack!"
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