A game, finish this story...

[Hmph]

ok, let's see who has the creativity in here. I'll start a story and you add a part to the story. shoooo it may become a big screen movie for all we know. but maybe this should be in the battle of sexes forum because watch how this could play out.

Story Beginning:

Today I was walking down the street, and I found 200.00, a joint and 2 tickets to an exclusive black-tie event that everyone has been dying to get into. So then I...

[RangerBob]

So then I called up George W. and said, "Dude - check it out.... I got $200 and a joint... let's go party!"

George W. replied, "Sounds good to me - lemme get the ol' motorcade fired up, I'll stop off and grab up Marion Barry, and we'll make a night of it!"

It was at this point that I felt a tapping on my shoulder. Turning around, I saw a tall skinny black man standing there wearing a New York Mets uniform and holding a Ziploc baggie full of a fine white powder. He introduced himself as Darryl... all the while, frantically rubbing his nose. After watching him for several seconds and listening to him constantly sniffling, he said, "Yo, G - I gots me some sh*t here in dis here baggie dat would go real good wid dat weed!"

Suddenly, through the phone, a loud whoop was heard -

"HOOOOOOOOO-WEEEEEEEEE!!! Is that Darryl??? Bring him along!!!!! Oh, and don't forget to have him bring the baggie - I'll tell the Secret Service guys to leave the dogs at home! While I'm thinkin' about it...... don't mess with Texas."

Completely dumbfounded, I hung up the phone.... and waited for the motorcade. While I was waiting.................................................

[Hmph]

I received a bill from the government to pay ahead for the gas and motorcade. I decided this party plan is whacked, and to leave the joints for Marion and Darryl because I wanna see the story that unfolds on the news tonight after their night of partying. but before I left, I planted a small video camera so I have the memories of their events to come - "politicians gone wild" priceless, and mo' money, mo' money, mo' money.

I start going through my rolodex for contacts and a plan for the night.

I told Dubya I lied about the cash, and pocketed the cash and tickets to event that I may hock later for about 2,500.00 each. I'm thinking with about 5,000.00 I can buy a plasma screen for the much deserving Diva's room or I can ...

[RangerBob]

....or I can just buy a thousand bucks worth of potpourri for the Diva's room - cuz, let's face it, they wouldn't be able to figure out the remote for the plasma TV anyway.

So, after scalping the tickets to P-Diddy's 947th tribute to Biggy, I headed on over to Bed, Bath and Beyond. After listening to the pot-headed sales girl (pretty sure the joint I found fell out of her purse on the way to work) prattle on and on about the 64,000 different aromas available to burn in the Diva Room Commemorative Potpourri Pot, I finally decided on something with an appropriate name - Eau de Summers Eve.

Quickly exiting the store in an attempt to maintain even the smallest modicum of masculinity, I nearly bowled over..........................

[Hmph]

OK I have to stop the story to laff! P-Diddy's 947th tribute oh man, can't breathe now. but i never did say what event was, figured someone would make one up. but that's hillarious. I'll have to pick it up after the tears stop.

[Hmph]

ok on to story

I nearly bowled over Vern Troyer (Mini Me) and following right behind him was Joanie "Chyna" Laurer. I'm thinking "what the hayle are these two doing together?". They even looked at me like "what the hayle do you think we're doing together?". Apparently, they were shopping for a gift for P Diddy's bash, which actually was a front for another event: "The Wedding of Paris Hilton and her dog Tinker Bell". Who knew?! And to think, I threw away 2 joints which would have sedated me for this event announcement.

But no regrets because I have profits to come from the video of the Marion Barry, Darryl Strawberry & Dubya night out on town.

So now I trek on to get ready for the evening, but see a strange looking bag sticking out the side of a trash bin in an alley opening. I opened the bag and OMG, it was...

[Silly Wabbit]

I opened the bag and OMG, it was all the secrets of life revealed & more. But I soon found out the secrets were written by Dubya Bush himself. I should have known since it contained a large # of typos like "whoarld piece". But I lifted all the secrets out of the bag & to my delighted surprise, I found $100,000.00, the deed to a mansion in Connecticut & a telephone # for a pilot for a private jet service.

Could this day get any better? So many options, so little time. Naturally I called the pilot first & told him to be on standby. Should I shop til I drop? Should I quickly sell the mansion for more money? Or should I take a trip somewhere & enjoy a few luxuries. Or I should....

[Hmph]

look closely at the deed. turns out it's the property Fiddy Cent just purchased that I actually somehow have the rights to. Hmm... shop, jet out on the private plane or put his house up for sale today. What's a girl to do? SHOPPING!!!!

Ok so I'm in Saks trying on a slinky dress to go with the 10 pairs of shoes I just bought, and I hear someone struggling next to me in the dressing room. I pull open their door too see if help was needed and OMG it was....

[Becca]

Monica Lewinski! She seemed to be struggling to get out of a blue dress. Her arm was stuck to something gooey on the breast pocket. The same goo fell from her mouth in globs and formed an erie lookin' dubya on the floor. I thought to myself "Could this day get any worse?" From somewhere under the dress a cigar dropped and hit the floor. Hoo-HA! A sack of some green dropped with it! Whats a girl to do? While trying to remember exactly what redman said to do if you see a 'bag of weed on the floor' I felt a tap on my shoulder. I spun around quickly only to see...........

[Hmph]

LMFAO not to cut the story off, but too funny Becca. and so many directions to go from there, that I'm already laffin about