ed note: This was all Melly's idea. I take no credit for it whatsover. Even if she speaks to my tits when she talks to me, she still deserves the credit and I deserve a spork up my ass.
My blogger insider pal this week is amy the tart. We have decided to do something different, though. Instead of trading questions, we traded sentence fragments. Or like I explained to Amy:
we could call it word sex. it would be like oursentences intermingling like bodies lathered in sweat...
Amy has not finished hers yet, but here are mine. What Amy wrote is in bold, the rest of the sentence is mine.
Orange Fanta soda makes my mouth recoil in absolute disgust.
The girl in the dirty sweater probably listens to Dashboard Confessional.
Animals that make big poops will not find a home in my house.
Sometimes when I'm walking I randomly strip off pieces of my clothing
until I find myself naked outside of the miniature golf course and the police come. Again.
Yesterday when I was brushing my teeth I discovered that Harry Potter
toothpaste tastes like ass.
Yuck....that tongue running up and down my back sure is hairy.
Balloons make excellent fake boobs.
Teachers can be the cause of, and the solution to, all of life's problems. Wait, that's alcohol.
Hotpants are NOT a right. They are a privilege.
And there you have it. Wasn't that fun?