An endless story.

Ought to be fun! All you have to do is keep the story going. To start with, I was happy to get south of the border without any major problems. On my way down to paradise. And???

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Originally posted by Cypress Ought to be fun! All you have to do is keep the story going. To start with, I was happy to get south of the border without any major problems. On my way down to paradise. And???

This the sequel??

No, this is NOT the end because it is an endless story.

All of you who were slipping and sliding in the Poopy river followed me. We were definitely pooped, but I saw Dennis whom Skeet had thrown in the river. He was near the river bank and it was low tide. I used him as a stepping stone and Skeet was there with outstretched hand. Everyone else followed.

We all went back into the Jungla and Bart handed out wet towels. He didn't want us to slime his place.

Skeet was not too sure about me because I had had a little fun with him online. I immediately bought him a beer...insurance,if you will.

He kept looking at the door. I asked, "Why do you keep looking at that door?" He said, "I'm waiting for Arrowhead".

I didn't know that most of them were "sponge brains" because I could never quite make out their faces through all that smoke. The beer was coming out warm. Bart ran out of ice. Everyone started praying for more cold beer. Skeet was getting irritated by the blasphemous barroom antics.

AAAAhhhaaa!!!!........success...with David entering the fray, endlessness is garanteed.

Dennis survived. He was momentarily unconscious and we used him to step out of the river. He was glad to be alive, but not too happy being thrown into the river with the rest of us. Later he was glad that he was the one who actually saved our lives. You couldn't tell by looking at him though. He was thirsty, and he looked mad to me.

Soulpatch couldn't hang with us. He went outside and called BajaNuts, who was green with envy. Nutz agreed to come to Mulege and help Soulpatch find himself.

Sharks had an epiphany. He thought, this can't be...Palmetto99 was engaged in a circular execution with 40 of his alter egos. So then, this has to be Dennis.

Dennis actually started talking some sense into those who were not all spongy brained. He said, "People! We really need to get out of here. Mulege is a wreck. The river community is a wreck. The mud is evrywhere. It and the air is toxic. The mosquitos are carrying Dengue Fever. What are we doing here? I don't know about you, but I am going to leave some cash with The Mulege Rotary and then I am getting out of here. Who's with me?"

Well, all of two heeded those wise words. They headed north, to a secret hot springs where they had arranged to meet some secret women for some serious and total epidermal exposure. Now, I wonder who those women could be?

This story can't die because it is an "Endless Story", but there is one way:

It could suffer from terminal ennui and just slip away.

An endless story without Ramuna ???
OK, I'll bite;

"I woke after being thrown from the wreck to find that I was lying on a chubby unconscious Nomad who was clutching an old Baja map, a Toyota Tacoma key and a refillable shampoo bottle. As I stepped over (on) him, he mumbled something about not meaning what he said; apologizing if he was wrong, something about Shell Beach being on Island and asking for his mommy. As I ran from the scene he could be heard moaning "Can't we all just be friends ?"


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Oh, my....

You're all insane. Endlessly freakin' insane.

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Originally posted by DENNIS You're all insane. Endlessly freakin' insane.

Coming from you, I am humbled.
Thaaank yooouuu !!

Oh no! We/it doesn't warrant any dignity. There are many reasons for this story to die, but dignity isn't one of them.

Another on the insane list.
Me thinks he may be expressing his own personal fantacy.
It's not nice to squeeze the tissue.

Did he say "Deep Throat" Oh noooooooo!

This story is getting really weird, and I am in no way! responsible.

No no no Tony, that would be the call of the "Deep Throated" tit bird(Poecile sclateri) also called the Mexican Chickadee.


So while not taxonomically correct in the sense you suggest, the ta taas were most likely the culprit.

Uhhhhhh.....Simon never asks. He only sez!

Uhhhh..Uhhhh,...not my Simon

He has manners...not like Serena...

Plays 2nd Fiddle..uhhh.. base

[Edited on 9-14-2009 by vandenberg]

[Edited on 9-14-2009 by vandenberg]

...market value", cried Sally. Nutz, of all people knows where to get the product wholesale, but she's not sharing...except... with the young bride and groom. She slipped some into the wedding punch.

They had complained about the fan in the room not working. The semi-bilingual desk clerk thought they were saying "flan" instead of "fan"; thus the room service deliverance of flan . The flan became grossly impacted, as we learned before. It took like FOREVER for the hotel handyman to come up and fix the fan. The bride threw a fit.

I guess you could say, that night, the fit hit the shan.

Italians lay eggs? I had no idea.


Gotta add that laughing head so we know it's a joke.

[Edited on 9-16-2009 by DENNIS]

excuse me

...which didn't diminish, percentage wise, the population of inbreeds by more than .00001%. They indeed are seeking a larger peninsula to occupy. The brightest among them (IQ 87) suggested an island. So they all...

[Edited on 9-19-2009 by Sallysouth]