Friday, October 13, 2006
Story Time With WGW
Gather round, kiddies. It's story time again. I'm tired tonight, so I'm grateful that Roxan did the Web cruising and found us a few Words Gone Wild to play with. They are few in number, but they're going to tell us a story, anyway.
These are the words:
glew it on
This is their story:
Startre was a tart, a showgirl who'd read Sartre. Go figure! She danced by night in extravagant casino shows, slept 'til early afternoon, and then she exercised and she lunched and she shopped. Always, always, Startre kept a keen eye out for the gentlemen. Startre was looking for a husband.
And then she met an elderly expatriate former Canadian hockey player -- an examaple, of course. We'll call him Pierre -- or Peter, since he was now all Americanized. Peter had buckets of money, which made Startre all misty-eyed. 86 years old and rich as a lord -- why, Startre began salivating messier than any of Pavlov's dogs. He was perfect.
She put her Husband Hunting Plan A into motion and met instant success. She never even had to go to Plan B because Peter fell for her like a ton of bricks. In no time at all, there was a lavish wedding with Startre's whole showgirl troupe as bridesmaids and she became Peter's trouphy wife. Peter wasn't quite as dead in some respects as Startre had expected, but that was okay with her.
And then, after a few months of marriage, Startre missed her periood. And then another.
"Aieeeee!" Startre tearfully confided in her best friend Neech. "I'm nocked up!"
"I told you!" said Neech. "I told you what to do after Peter kept losing all his condoms."
"I know," Startre said. "You told me to glew it on old Peter. I should have listened."
"Mmm-hmm," said Neech. "I don't mean to nock you, but now it's rock-a-bye little examaple trouphy baby."
C'est la vie.