Friday, July 22, 2005


Enjoy these disconnected, random, one sentence stories. It's the future of storytelling.

There was no proof that gummy berry juice was laced with crack, but that didn't stop Nancy Reagan from trying to kill all the Gummy Bears.

Midget-tossing had been outlawed a long time ago in this small town in Alabama, but it didn't stop hardcore tossers from moving to Mobile, Alabama, where midgets were tossed openly and freely.

He was the 7th consecutive father in Family Double Dare to kill himself immediately after the taping.

The original title for "227" was "129" but Marla Gibbs held out until her radical demands were met.

A recent Quinnipiac survey showed that 18 percent of weathermen were molested during a twister.

She worried that now that they could search his bag on the subway that the authorities would soon find out about her unhealthy fondness of quadruple-stuff Oreo's.

Yes, it was impressive that he could cycle with one testicle, but the truth was that his third nipple more than made up for it.

Sex-parties were mostly for the rich, but every few months homeless people were known to hold copycat parties after saving up for the tuxedos and masks.

Matt Lauer secretly snuck into Tom Cruise's bedroom everynight and fed him a Prozac-Zoloft cocktail.

One day the internet would become self-aware and only show porn involving 5 and 1/4 inch floppy disks being jammed into 3 and 1/2 inch floppy drives.

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I welcome you all to write your own one-sentence stories in the comments section. Whoever writes the best one will recieve nothing except the adjulation of web-surfing strangers. I, for one, would argue that there is no greater adjulation than that.

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