*nods* Yes, yes I think you are. I've done this before, and it was such fun! There's so many funny, talented people out there. And yes, because I am lame, I basically took what I wrote in that post and copied it here. I am only original on Thursdays and sometimes Saturdays. LOL.
Today I'm hosting my SECOND Comment Contest! This is gonna be so much better than the first one, so I hope you've brought your delicious A-game to the table today. If not, never fear! This contest will be open for a few days so if you're currently playing your B-game, maybe you could take a nap or have a refreshing beverage before participating.
Rules That Must Be Followed:
1. Leave a comment on THIS post.
2. The comment has to be a single sentence. Not two. Not three. Not even a one-word second sentence. One sentence. Em-dashes, commas, hyphens, and semi-colons are encouraged and may earn you extra points. Or maybe not.
3. The sentence must use your verification word in it in a unique and interesting way. Oh, and it must make sense. (Side note: NO CHEATING. You get the word you get, and you can't throw a fit. That's what I tell the kids at school. This means no exiting the page because you "don't like" your verification word. I have no way to police this, so police yourselves people.)
4. Post said sentence with said verification word by Sunday, June 7.
5. Since I am the queen of Mindless Musings, I will choose the one that makes me spray Sprite out my nose the most and meet you back here with the dripping wet winner sometime next week.
6. This contest is open to anyone. Writers, non-writers, boys, girls, facebook addicts, non-twitterers, professional blog readers, everyone. Because of this, please make sure your entry is PG. And spread the word! I want to laugh my fool head off this first week of summer vacay! Okay? Okay.
7. The prize? $10 gift card at Barnes and Noble.
Ready? Set...Go!
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13 comments:
With great efirett, Tyrone the Mighty Margarita Drinking Gladiator - wielding his sword with one hand and not spilling his margarita with the other (have you ever tried to leap without spilling a margarita?) - leaped into the stands and chased after the English teacher who, with little efirett snatched the new pitchers of margaritas while Tyrone was distracted slaying a lion . . . or something.
Jenna started to run, but her toe, of course, caught on the first uneven bit of ground it could find and as she tumbled onto the gravel path she cursed her own ingracts for the third time that day.
It has been unseasonably damp as is evinced by our poor rooster that struts out every morning, waking us all up with his poor pathetic, "Cochutle Doo!"
I want to know how Danyelle got an easy word? I mean, seriously, I got 'efirett', Andrea got 'ingracts' (or at least I hope that's the word she got), and Danyelle gets "cochutle". Her entry made me laugh, so I guess that makes up for her easy word. ;)
Well gee, golly wiz, who fornu that that whistling hurricane was blowing little old crazy Molly Crabtree back into to town for some good old hum digger mischievous, planning to raid Mister Applebee’s moonshine farm, woo-wee!
Jerry slammed the door and whipered between tight lips, "Numman!"
Watson started to speak, but Holmes interrupted him (despite his recent onset of stuttering): "Isesesse Watson, y-y-yes, I see."
Janie wore her best terrible two face as she screamed, "I hate you...you always accus me of everything!"
Danyelle finds these exercises very pendiatic for her creativity; it also helps that she has an in with the google word verification people. ;-)
Yeah, and then he was all "bonjour mon cherti" and I was all "dude you seriously need to work on that accent."
"This wine has an interesting emeromo, the taste is filled with tantalizing precociousness, and the pallor is effervescently pale", Tyrone proclaimed while his sister Monique rolled her eyes, realizing what had happened to her thesaurus.
She-Ra and He-man welcomed the other once-awesome-popular-but-not-since-the-80s-or-mid-90s-heroes into the living room of their now-defunct Castle Grayskull (while politely ignoring the Sorceress who was molting uncontrollably in the corner) and very graciously said, "Everyone, cituou down and let's discuss this horrible popularity slump we have all been experiencing - people don't even know who we are anymore and this must stop, I say; indeed, this must stop!"
And then there was Hercules' younger brother Heduckes, who was thinner, paler, weaker, and spent his afternoons playing Rock Band with a genuine band of misfits and a pile of rocks.
-Mercedes
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