Let's play "Finish The Last Word"!
 

Would you like to play "Finish The Last Word"? I hope you do. I'll start. Somebody finish the last word -- & then post your own unfinished thought for the next ledge lady or gentleman. If nobody plays this, I'll just think of something else stupid, so you might as well play this.
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Lisa (DarkAngel) has a Web site filled with interesting literary references in Stevie's music. Based on the evidence, Stevie seems to really enjoy the writing of Oscar Wilde, whose wit & charm are abundant in his plays & maxims. In fact, some Stevie fans think that "Lady Windermere's Fan" influenced Stevie's use of a fan on one of her solo tours. Personally, I think that particular "influence" is a bunch of ______________ .

order for take out. After seeing the giant squid story on TV he was in the mood for calamari and

of old Smokey
all covered with snow,
I lost my true lover
from courting too slow.

Now courting's a pleasure
and parting is grief,
But a false hearted lover
is worse than a

top of the world lookin’ down on creation, and the only explanation he could find was the love that Wallace found ever since he’s been around. His love’s put him at the top

of the stairs looking down at the space where his bike used to be before it got stolen in the city this afternoon. He was pissed, he loved that bike. Saved for ages to get it and now it was

Gone like a freight-train, gone like yesterday
Gone like a soldier in the civil war, bang bang
Gone like a '59 Cadillac
Like all the good things that ain't...

broken, better not fix it. But the scope on her sniper rifle had the target square in the center. She held her breath and slowly squeezed the trigger. In a matter of milliseconds his candle of life would be snuffed out. She knew what the repercutions were, or thought she did, little did she know.....

that he had a weapon of his own. He looked her square in the eye, with sweat pouring from his brow... She took a step forward, as did he, as she pulled the trigger. Neither lost eye contact. She blinked for one second and that's when he...

started singing. It had been a long time since he had sung 'relax, don't do it, when you want to come', but he gave her his best, looking into her eyes, telling her

something.... as he heard the alarm go off. "That's the last time I eat a ham and pineapple pizza before bed" He thought. What a weird dream. He thought no more about it, until he saw the bullet casing on his pillow, and the bullet hole above his bed. But then, this wasn't his bed. This wasn't even his room. "How did I get here, and whose are those?" He then noticed the clown shoes at the foot of the bed. They were red, bright red. The red of blood, his blood, had he been shot. But she missed, or they missed. He was not bleeding, not even injured. But the shoes...those shoes....

....belonged to Ronald McDonald. A tap on his shoulder startled him, he turned to find a scantily dressed clown in bed next to him. He looked strangly at the fast food icon, in awe of his fire engine red chest fur that matched his head.
Ronald took in a deep puff off a menthol ciggrette. "Morning babe, last night was dynamite. What do you say we go grab a couple of McMuffins then we'll........

meet again, don't know where don't know when...but definately by bike. I love bikes, they're so arousing they always make me think about

... eating shrimp". But just then something crashed through the window, making glass shatter throughout the bedroom and piercing Ronald through the heart and beheading him with a swift sharp action. Taking the still grinning bloody head, he ran out into the street and foisted the clown's head into the hands of a small child playing in the street, telling him....

"never trust a clown. They look funny but here you are: they're just some creepy old

guy who likes dressing up for children." The child shouted, "The clown is dead, weep for his soul!" before laughing and throwing the head straight back to him. Back in the arms of its murderer, the head opened its mouth and began hollering bizarre lines of unfathomable poetry at an ear-shattering volume. He threw the head to the ground, grabbed the child and ran. The clown's head rolled after them, screaming lines of verse, clearly discernible as...

..."How do I love thee? Let me count the CHEESE!!!" The child struggled and lept out of his arms, and ran straight to the demonic clown's head, kicking it hard, so it flew through the air landing in the middle of...

.....Peter Green's morning bowl of Total Ceral "Curses!" he bellowed whilst waving his spoon. "Waiter! Bring me a bowl of Special K!"
"Well alright." the waiter rolled his eyes. He carried an enourmous tray with bowls of cereal piled high over to him.
"What the f**k is this?!?" Peter Green barked.
"Well duh buddy, every one knows it takes 20 bowls of Special K to equal the clown head in Total." The waiter explained.
"Grrrr!" Peter Green growled and looked up to the heavens "I blame you for this Mr.........

Peabody was across town tending his roses. If gardening was an artform, then Mr. Peabody was Rembrandt. His roses were the most vibrant any had ever seen. Multiple colors and hues that were beyond description. But what the neighbors didn't know, was....

......Mr. Peabody actually had more of a Cucumberbody. Taking in the sweet smell of a freshly cut rose he smiled delightfully knowing that his nosey neighbors were none the wiser.
"Oh Mr. Peabody!" chirped one of his neighbors.
Mr. Peabody ignored the voice at first and shoved some brightly colored petals up his nose to enjoy their scent to the extreme.
The voice became annoyed by his rudeness. "Or should I say Mr. Cucumberbody!!!"
He gasped looking up at the attractive individual, who was none other than....

a cross dresser. Every night, he would don fishnets, a bustier, and stillettos, and walk the streets singing...

The title song from an obscure 1920's Musical called....

The Jazz Singer. Yudleson brings the news: "In a saloon, who do you think I saw singing raggy time songs?

Mae West before she officially became a woman."

Unfortunately, "The Jazz Singer" wasn't the smashing success that the play that preceded it, "I Fry Fish During the Day and Eat Edible Panties By Night", was. This particular musical didn't last for very long on the Broadway stage due to overwhelming production costs, but the mark it left was indelible. Many critics complained of splitting headaches after so much as the opening number, "Lincoln Loved Watermelon." The box office soared. One patron was so offended by the lyrical content of the songs that they left the theater, only to return with a picket sign that read "________________ ."

"Lose weight NOW! Call 555-2410", hastily painted. I wondered if somebody up there was trying to give me a hint as I rode my bike down the street. All of a sudden, I heard someone screaming......

"thyg xegef" Thelma never learned to read or write. But her sign did get a alot of attention. "What did it mean? Who was this girl?" The crowd had no idea. Eventually they got bored and she stood alone on the corner. She stood there wondering why noone ever took her seriously. But what she didn't know....

...was that she was a mutant with superhuman size and strength. Her mother, quite blind and always doped up on oxycontin, had unprotected sex with The Toxic Avenger and she was the bastard result. Thelma's skin started to bulge, it began to take on a green hue, and she roared so loudly that old biddies in Jersey thought that a quake was coming. They threw down their bridge cards, secured the cheesecake, and fashioned their wigs with extra bobby pins and _______.

Gerald had had enough and changed the channel. "What a dumb TV show". He switched to Comedy Central and watched "Comedy Central Presents: Maria Bamford". "Funny Stuff" he thought. He went to the fridge and got ......

...an ice cold Corona. He then cut up some lime and added a dash of salt! "Gee..," Gerald thought, "I feel like I'm in Mexico!"! Just then he noticed the earth was shaking...

This whole thing didn't turn out as I planned. :( :eek: :confused:

well...we're having fun anyways!..... :D

How did you want it to go?

How was it suppose to go? :shrug:

LMAO! :laugh:

That is exactly what I would like to know!?!

We are just the "helpless fools" playing our on little game and then we find out we were doing it wrong! How embarrassing!?! :D

How are suppose to know we did it wrong when we had fun anyway? "That tool isn't for pounding nails! it's for adjusting the valve! Yeah, but look at the bookshelf we made with it!" :D

Yes, but it is the first thread I read when I get here. It is fun and hilarious! I'm sorry we jacked up your thread.... :laugh:

I am totally cracking up.....

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......oh, and how she was the dandiest flat iron truck there ever was. "Ahh," she sighed remembering the time when the sky glowed bright with an errie green hue and all the machines went mad and tried to take over the world. Then suddenly a giant hook gouged her fin and she was dragged up to the surface. She was surprized to find that the fisherman was none other than the infamouse magical fairy creature.....

Stevie Nicks. And who would have guessed that Stevie enjoyed fishing the way that she did? She sat on the shore complete with a leather and lace covered tackle box, and chiffon lures. As Stevie brought the mermaid to the surface...

....she said "B**chin! I cought me a big one!"
The mermaid clapped her hands giddily. "You're the magical Stevie Nicks! Will you grant me a wish fair lady?"
Stevie sneered "I'm not a witch! Get a life!" she then tossed the mermaid back into the deep blue. "Steady as she goes Mr. Buckingham!" she ordered.
"There be a storm brewing Captain Nicks!" Lindsey dramaticly pointed to the sky wearing a fetching pirate get up. Bare chest exposed, his lucious curly locks blew about in the salty sea wind.
"No storm will spoil the Great Stevie Nick's fishing trip!" she paused to twirl on the deck. "Now set sail or else I'll take you to the brig and....

make your curly locks straight. And with that, the luscious Lindsey set sail. And they sailed in and out of tough seas for a day or two, until they came upon a small island. When the ship rested on shore they found the giant squid they heard about on TV, and the players of Survivor: Deserted Island...