Sun May 26, 2013, 12:15 PM
Rabrrrrrr (57,933 posts)
Match Game Story: Sgt. Stan went to Arlington on Memorial Day to ___ his sailor sister.
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1) Ten words or more in the blank space 2) Have fun!
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Rabrrrrrr | May 2013 | OP |
Rabrrrrrr | May 2013 | #1 | |
Rabrrrrrr | May 2013 | #2 | |
Rabrrrrrr | May 2013 | #3 | |
Dr. Strange | Jun 2013 | #4 | |
Tuesday Afternoon | Jun 2013 | #5 | |
Dr. Strange | Jun 2013 | #6 | |
Rabrrrrrr | Jun 2013 | #7 |
Response to Rabrrrrrr (Original post)
Mon May 27, 2013, 08:56 AM
Rabrrrrrr (57,933 posts)
1. kick nt
Response to Rabrrrrrr (Original post)
Tue May 28, 2013, 04:53 PM
Rabrrrrrr (57,933 posts)
2. Does no one enjoy the match game any more?
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Response to Rabrrrrrr (Original post)
Thu May 30, 2013, 06:23 PM
Rabrrrrrr (57,933 posts)
3. One more kick, and then that's it. nt
Response to Rabrrrrrr (Original post)
Thu Jun 13, 2013, 12:11 PM
Dr. Strange (24,823 posts)
4. Let's do this thing. (Part II)
Part I
Sgt. Stan went to Arlington on Memorial Day to commemorate the passing of his sister Lydia. She had died while trying to infiltrate the lair of Baron Bill Boronlover. He placed 17 roses at her grave, and wept dramatically, like an actor seeking an Oscar. Just then, a robed figure stood before him. “She’s not here, you know,” the figure said. “What?” Stan asked. “Your sister, Lydia: she’s not here. She’s still in Kaborgistan, being held by the Baron.” “How-how do you know this?” Stan asked. “I am he who can be many places at once; I see things. I know things. I pay for things, but then return them when I find them unappealing. “But anyway, back you your sister. She lives. But she is being held captive in the Kaborgistan capital.” Stan’s face reddened. “I will tell my commander, and I will go find her!” “No! You must not tell anyone. Only a single-minded rebel on a solo mission can find her. It is written thusly in the prophecy.” “But if I have the Army to help, I can use their huge-ass guns and shit!” “No! The prophecy! No guns, asshole!” Stan gave in. “Fine, no guns. But I will find her!” “Good for you, Jack!” And the robed figure of Rabrrrrrr sauntered off, chewing his spice chits, and humming an Air Supply tune. And with that, Stan left for Kaborgistan, to find his sailor sister. Part III |
Response to Dr. Strange (Reply #4)
Thu Jun 13, 2013, 03:36 PM
Tuesday Afternoon (56,912 posts)
5. " ... and humming an Air Supply tune."
Ouch, that's gotta hurt!
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Response to Tuesday Afternoon (Reply #5)
Fri Jun 14, 2013, 09:08 AM
Dr. Strange (24,823 posts)
6. You think?
Is Rabrrrrrr All Out of Love?
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Response to Dr. Strange (Reply #4)
Sat Jun 15, 2013, 07:02 AM
Rabrrrrrr (57,933 posts)
7. Air Supply. Fucking hate Air Supply. But its just the kind of shit that gets into the ear
and doesn't let go.
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