I was talking with my wonderful sweet beloved one-of-a-kind beautiful enchanting daughter (who "proofread" this post BTW) about message board games, and she suggested one called the Telephone Game. It starts out with a bit of a story, and each progressive poster changes or adds a word (noun, verb, adjective) or short phrase.

A very short example:

First person: "See Jane run."
Next: "See Jane hop."

She showed me some really funny examples, such as:

ORIGINAL:

"I put the butter and eggs into Tex's Birthday cake. In a few minutes, the cake batter was in the pan and going straight to the oven. I turned the timer for 30 minutes, and put the heat onto 170 degrees. I turned and saw Shorty there, at his usual spot in the kitchen."

MODIFIED:

"I put the dirty socks and ostrich eggs into Tex's Birthday lamb ragu. In a few minutes, the cake batter was in the pan and flying straight out the window. I turned the timer for 100 years, and put the heat onto 986 degrees. I clicked my heels together three times and saw Shorty doing his nails at his usual spot in the bathroom."

To get us started, I'm using a small section from one of my fanfics, "Mr. Monk and the Assistant's Inheritance." But remember -- you only change one thing at a time. Try not to double post. It's more fun the more people you have playing.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Adrian nodded, his eyes squinting in the sun morning sun. "What've we got?"

"Jumper….we think," said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a tarp from atop the body.

"Oh my G-" Natalie started, before she put her hand over her mouth, half in surprise and half in nausea. "Excuse me," she said as she walked away from the scene, hoping the air might be a little fresher ten feet away.

Monk began his Tai Chi-like dance while Stottlemeyer watched over him. He often wished he could imitate it, and see the same things that his friend saw. He had even tried it once when he was alone, but all he discovered was that he felt stupid doing it. There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping from a Styrofoam cup, wandered over to Natalie, placed his hand on her shoulder, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of dead bodies, but that…that is the most gruesome thing I've ever seen."

"Yeah, I know. I remember my first jumper," he began softly, but grew more animated as he continued. "Guy took a nose dive off the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in every direction." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the coffee cup. "Bones snapped and pushed through the skin. Skull cracked open like an egg."

Natalie just stared at Randy.

Oh, and I almost forgot. It helps keep track of things if you put the part you changed in color.

Have fun!

Adrian nodded, his eyes squinting in the sun morning sun. “What’ve we got?”

“Jumper….we think,” said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a tarp from atop the body.

“Oh my G-” Natalie started, before she put her hand over her mouth, half in surprise and half in nausea. “Excuse me,” she said as she walked away from the scene, hoping the air might be a little fresher ten feet away.

Monk began his Tai Chi-like dance while Stottlemeyer watched over him. He often wished he could imitate it, and see the same things that his friend saw. He had even tried it once when he was alone, but all he discovered was that he felt stupid doing it. There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping from a Styrofoam cup, wandered over to Natalie, placed his hand on her shoulder, and tenderly asked, “Are you all right?”

“Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I’ve seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most gruesome thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah, I know. I remember my first jumper,” he began softly, but grew more animated as he continued. “Guy took a nose dive off the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in every direction.” Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the coffee cup. “Bones snapped and pushed through the skin. Skull cracked open like an egg.”

Natalie just stared at Randy.

...hugh....gross......sorry...

Mi

Adrian nodded, his eyes squinting in the sun morning sun. "What've we got?"

"Jumper….we think," said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a tarp from atop the body.

"Oh my G-" Natalie started, before she put her hand over her mouth, half in surprise and half in nausea. "Excuse me," she said as she walked away from the scene, hoping the air might be a little fresher ten feet away.

Monk began his Tai Chi-like dance while Stottlemeyer watched over him. He often wished he could imitate it, and see the same things that his friend saw. He had even tried it once when he was alone, but all he discovered was that he felt stupid doing it. There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping from a Styrofoam cup, wandered over to Natalie, placed his hand on her shoulder, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of dead bodies, but that…that is the most gruesome thing I've ever seen."

"Yeah, I know. I remember my first jumper," he began softly, but grew more animated as he continued. "Guy took a nose dive off the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in every direction." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the cup. "Bones snapped and pushed through the skin. Skull cracked open like an egg."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "you are sick!!"

Adrian nodded, his eyes squinting in the sun morning sun. "What've we got?"

"Jumper….we think," said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a bag of microwave popcorn from atop the body.

"Oh my G-" Natalie started, before she put her hand over her mouth, half in surprise and half in nausea. "Excuse me," she said as she walked away from the scene, hoping the air might be a little fresher ten feet away.

Monk began his Tai Chi-like dance while Stottlemeyer watched over him. He often wished he could imitate it, and see the same things that his friend saw. He had even tried it once when he was alone, but all he discovered was that he felt stupid doing it. There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping from a Styrofoam cup, wandered over to Natalie, placed his hand on her shoulder, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most gruesome thing I've ever seen."

"Yeah, I know. I remember my first jumper," he began softly, but grew more animated as he continued. "Guy took a nose dive off the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in every direction." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the coffee cup. "Bones snapped and pushed through the skin. Skull cracked open like an egg."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "you are sick!!", and threw up over him.

(I tried to pull these together for you)

Adrian nodded, his eyes squinting in the sun morning sun. "What've we got?"

"Jumper….we think," said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a bag of microwave popcorn from atop the body.

"Oh my G-" Natalie started, before she put her hand over her mouth, half in surprise and half in nausea. "Excuse me," she said as she walked away from the scene, hoping the air might be a little fresher ten feet away.

Monk began his Tai Chi-like dance while Stottlemeyer watched over him. He often wished he could imitate it, and see the same things that his friend saw. He had even tried it once when he was alone, but all he discovered was that he felt stupid doing it. There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping from a Styrofoam cup, wandered over to Natalie, placed his hand on her shoulder, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most gruesome thing I've ever seen."

"Yeah, I know. I remember my first jumper," he began softly, but grew more animated as he continued. "Guy had a nosebleed on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in every direction." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the coffee cup. "Bones snapped and pushed through the skin. Skull cracked open like an egg."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "you are sick!!", and threw up over him.

Adrian nodded, his eyes squinting in the sun morning sun. "What've we got?"

"Jumper….we think," said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a bag of microwave popcorn from atop the body.

"Oh my G-" Natalie started, before she put her hand over her mouth, half in surprise and half in nausea. "Excuse me," she said as she walked away from the scene, hoping the air might be a little fresher ten feet away.

Monk began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer watched over him. He often wished he could imitate it, and see the same things that his friend saw. He had even tried it once when he was alone, but all he discovered was that he felt stupid doing it. There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping from a Styrofoam cup, wandered over to Natalie, placed his hand on her shoulder, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most gruesome thing I've ever seen."

"Yeah, I know. I remember my first jumper," he began softly, but grew more animated as he continued. "Guy had a nosebleed on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in every direction." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the coffee cup. "Bones snapped and pushed through the skin. Skull cracked open like an egg."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "you are sick!!", and threw up over him.

Adrian nodded, his eyes squinting in the sun morning sun. "What've we got?"

"Jumper….we think," said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a bag of microwave popcorn from atop the body.

"Oh my G-" Natalie started, before she put her handfull of popcorns inside her mouth, half chewing them and half spitting the not-popped grains. "Excuse me," she said as she walked away from the scene, hoping the air might be a little fresher ten feet away.

Monk began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer watched over him. He often wished he could imitate it, and see the same things that his friend saw. He had even tried it once when he was alone, but all he discovered was that he felt stupid doing it. There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping from a Styrofoam cup, wandered over to Natalie, placed his hand on her shoulder, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most gruesome thing I've ever seen."

"Yeah, I know. I remember my first jumper," he began softly, but grew more animated as he continued. "Guy had a nosebleed on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in every direction." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the coffee cup. "Bones snapped and pushed through the skin. Skull cracked open like an egg."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "you are sick!!", and threw up over him.

Just pulling them together.

Adrian nodded, his eyes squinting in the sun morning sun. "What've we got?"

"Jumper….we think," said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a bag of microwave popcorn from atop the body.

"Oh my G-" Natalie started, before she put her handfull of popcorns inside her mouth, half chewing them and half spitting the not-popped grains. "Excuse me," she said as she walked away from the scene, hoping the air might be a little fresher ten feet away.

Monk began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer watched over him. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was alone, but all he discovered was that he felt stupid doing it. There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping from a Styrofoam cup, wandered over to Natalie, placed his hand on her shoulder, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most gruesome thing I've ever seen."

"Yeah, I know. I remember my first jumper," he began softly, but grew more animated as he continued. "Guy had a nosebleed on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in every direction." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the coffee cup. "Bones snapped and pushed through the skin. Skull cracked open like an egg."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "you are sick!!", and threw up over him.

Just pulling them together.

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Adrian nodded, his eyes squinting in the sun morning sun. "What've we got?"

"Jumper….we think," said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a bag of microwave popcorn from atop the body.

"Oh my G-" Natalie started, before she put her handfull of popcorns inside her mouth, half chewing them and half spitting the not-popped grains. "Excuse me," she said as she walked away from the scene, hoping the air might be a little fresher ten feet away.

Monk began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer watched over him. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was at the police force christmas party, while drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he felt stupid doing it. There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from a Styrofoam cup, wandered over to Natalie, placed his hand on her shoulder, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right, do you want some mountain dew?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most gruesome thing I've ever seen."

"Yeah, I know. I remember my first jumper," he began softly, but grew more animated as he continued. "Guy had a nosebleed on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in every direction." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the coffee cup. "Bones snapped and pushed through the skin. Skull cracked open like an egg."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "you are sick!!", and threw up over him.

Just pulling them together.

Adrian nodded, his eyes squinting in the sun morning sun. "What've we got?"

"Jumper….we think," said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a bag of microwave popcorn from atop the body.

"Oh my G-" Natalie started, before she put her handfull of popcorns inside her mouth, half chewing them and half spitting the not-popped grains. "Excuse me," she said as she walked away from the scene, hoping the air might be a little fresher ten feet away.

Monk began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer watched over him. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was at the police force christmas party, while drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he felt stupid doing it. There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from a Styrofoam cup, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his hand on her shoulder, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right, do you want some mountain dew?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most gruesome thing I've ever seen."

"Yeah, I know. I remember my first jumper," he began softly, but grew more animated as he continued. "Guy had a nosebleed on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in every direction." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the coffee cup. "Bones snapped and pushed through the skin. Skull cracked open like an egg."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "you are sick!!", and threw up over him.

Adrian nodded, his eyes squinting in the sun morning sun. "What've we got?"

"Jumper….we think," said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a bag of microwave popcorn from atop the body.

"Oh my G-" Natalie started, before she put her handfull of popcorns inside her mouth, half chewing them and half spitting the not-popped grains. "Excuse me," she said as she walked away from the scene, hoping the air might be a little fresher ten feet away.

Monk began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer watched over him. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was at the police force christmas party, while drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he felt stupid doing it. There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from a Styrofoam cup, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his hand on her shoulder, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right, do you want some mountain dew?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most gruesome thing I've ever seen."

"Yeah, I know. I remember my first jumper," he began softly, but grew more animated as he continued. "Guy had a nosebleed on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the coffee cup. "Bones snapped and pushed through the skin. Skull cracked open like an egg."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "you are sick!!", and threw up over him.

Adrian nodded, his eyes squinting in the sun morning sun. "What've we got?"

"Jumper….we think," said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a bag of microwave popcorn from atop the body.

"Oh my G-" Natalie started, before she put her handfull of popcorns inside her mouth, half chewing them and half spitting the not-popped grains. "Excuse me," she said as she walked away from the scene, hoping the air might be a little fresher than her feet. ANYway...

Monk began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer watched over him. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was at the police force christmas party, while drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he felt stupid doing it. There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from a Styrofoam cup, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his hand on her shoulder, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right, do you want some mountain dew?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most gruesome thing I've ever seen."

"Yeah, I know. I remember my first jumper," he began softly, but grew more animated as he continued. "Guy had a nosebleed on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of big bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the coffee cup. "Bones snapped and pushed through the skin. Skull cracked open like an egg."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "you are sick!!", and threw up over him.


!chik!

P.S. Raven, I noticed you have some kiwis on your signature. Haha. Funny.

Adrian nodded, his eyes squinting in the sun morning sun. "What've we got?"

"Jumper….we think," said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a bag of microwave popcorn from atop the body.

"Oh wow, groovy man..." Natalie started, before she put her handfull of popcorns inside her mouth, half chewing them and half spitting the not-popped grains. "Excuse me," she said as she walked away from the scene, hoping the air might be a little fresher than her feet. ANYway...

Monk began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer watched over him. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was at the police force christmas party, while drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he felt stupid doing it. There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from a Styrofoam cup, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his hand on her shoulder, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right, do you want some mountain dew?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most gruesome thing I've ever seen."

"Yeah, I know. I remember my first jumper," he began softly, but grew more animated as he continued. "Guy had a nosebleed on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the coffee cup. "Bones snapped and pushed through the skin. Skull cracked open like an egg."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "you are sick!!", and threw up over him.

Adrian nodded, his eyes squinting in the sun morning sun. "What've we got?"

"Jumper….we think," said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a bag of microwave popcorn from atop the body.

"Oh wow, groovy man..." Natalie started, before she put her handfull of popcorns inside her mouth, half chewing them and half spitting the not-popped grains. "Excuse me," she said as she walked away from the scene, hoping the air might be a little fresher than her feet. ANYway...

Monk began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer watched over him. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was at the police force christmas party, while drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he felt stupid doing it. There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from a Styrofoam cup, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his hand on her shoulder, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right, do you want some mountain dew?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most gruesome thing I've ever seen."

"Yeah, I know. I remember my first jumper," he began softly, but grew more constipated as he continued. "Guy had a nosebleed on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the coffee cup. "Bones snapped and pushed through the skin. Skull cracked open like an egg."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "you are sick!!", and threw up over him.

Adrian nodded, his eyes squinting in the sun morning sun. "What've we got?"

"Jumper….we think," said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a bag of microwave popcorn from atop the body.

"Oh wow, groovy man..." Natalie started, before she put her handfull of popcorns inside her mouth, half chewing them and half spitting the not-popped grains. "Excuse me," she said as she walked away from the scene, hoping the air might be a little fresher than her feet. ANYway...

Monk began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer watched over him. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was at the police force christmas party, while drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he felt stupid doing it. There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from a Styrofoam cup, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his hand on her shoulder, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right, do you want some mountain dew?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most gruesome thing I've ever seen."

"Yeah, I know. I remember my first girlfriend," he began softly, but grew more constipated as he continued. "Girl had a nosebleed on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the coffee cup. "Bones snapped and pushed through the skin. Skull cracked open like an egg."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "you are sick!!", and threw up over him.

Adrian nodded, his eyes squinting in the sun morning sun. "What've we got?"

"Jumper….we think," said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a bag of microwave popcorn from atop the body.

"Oh wow, groovy man..." Natalie started, before she put her handfull of popcorns inside her mouth, half chewing them and half spitting the not-popped grains. "Excuse me," she said as she walked away from the scene, hoping the air might be a little fresher than her feet. ANYway...

Monk began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer watched over him. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was at the police force christmas party, while drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he felt stupid doing it. There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from a Styrofoam cup, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his hand on her shoulder, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right, do you want some yellow snow from box 444 at the bank?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most gruesome thing I've ever seen."

"Yeah, I know. I remember my first girlfriend," he began softly, but grew more constipated as he continued. "Girl had a nosebleed on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the coffee cup. "Bones snapped and pushed through the skin. Skull cracked open like an egg."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "you are sick!!", and threw up over him.

Adrian nodded, his eyes squinting in the sun morning sun. "What've we got?"

"Jumper….we think," said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a bag of microwave popcorn from atop the body.

"Oh wow, groovy man..." Natalie started, before she put her handfull of popcorns inside her mouth, half chewing them and half spitting the not-popped grains. "Excuse me," she said as she walked away from the scene, hoping the air might be a little fresher than her feet. ANYway...

Monk began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer watched over him. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was at the police force christmas party, while drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he felt stupid doing it. There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from a Styrofoam cup, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his hand on her shoulder, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right, do you want some yellow snow from box 444 at the bank?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most stupid question I've ever heard."

"Yeah, I know. I remember my first girlfriend," he began softly, but grew more constipated as he continued. "Girl had a nosebleed on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the Styrofoam cup. "Bones snapped and pushed through the skin. Skull cracked open like an egg."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "you are sick!!", and threw up over him.

Adrian nodded, his eyes squinting in the sun morning sun. "What've we got?"

"Jumper….we think," said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a bag of microwave popcorn from atop the body.

"Oh wow, groovy man..." Natalie started, before she put her handfull of popcorns inside her mouth, half chewing them and half spitting the not-popped grains. "Excuse me," she said as she walked away from the scene, hoping the air might be a little fresher than her feet. ANYway...

Monk began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer watched over him. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was at the police force christmas party, while drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he felt stupid doing it. There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from a Styrofoam cup, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his hand on her shoulder, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right, do you want some yellow snow from box 444 at the bank?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most stupid question I've ever heard."

"Yeah, I know. I remember my first girlfriend," he began softly, but grew more constipated as he continued. "Girl had a nosebleed on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the Styrofoam cup. "Bones snapped and pushed through the skin. The coconut cracked open like an egg."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "you are sick!!", and threw up over him.

Adrian nodded, his eyes squinting in the sun morning sun. "What've we got?"

"Jumper….we think," said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a bag of microwave popcorn from atop the body.

"Oh wow, groovy man..." Natalie started, before she put her handfull of popcorns inside her mouth, half chewing them and half spitting the not-popped grains. "Excuse me," she said as she walked away from the scene, hoping the air might be a little fresher than her feet. ANYway...

Monk began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer watched over him. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was alone in the bathroom, drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he felt stupid doing it. There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from a Styrofoam cup, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his hand on her shoulder, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right, do you want some yellow snow from box 444 at the bank?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most stupid question I've ever heard."

"Yeah, I know. I remember my first girlfriend," he began softly, but grew more constipated as he continued. "Girl had a nosebleed on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the Styrofoam cup. "Bones snapped and pushed through the skin. The coconut cracked open like an egg."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "you are sick!!", and threw up over him.

Adrian nodded, his eyes squinting in the sun morning sun. "What've we got?"

"Jumper….we think," said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a bag of microwave popcorn from atop the body.

"Oh wow, groovy man..." Natalie started, before she put her handfull of popcorns inside her mouth, half chewing them and half spitting the not-popped grains. "Excuse me," she said as she walked away from the scene, hoping the air might be a little fresher than her feet. ANYway...

Monk began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer watched over him. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was alone in the bathroom, drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he felt sexy doing it. But There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from a Styrofoam cup, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his hand on her shoulder, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right, do you want some yellow snow from box 444 at the bank?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most stupid question I've ever heard."

"Yeah, I know. I remember my first girlfriend," he began softly, but grew more constipated as he continued. "Girl had a nosebleed on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the Styrofoam cup. "Bones snapped and pushed through the skin. The coconut cracked open like an egg."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "you are sick!!", and threw up over him.

Adrian gargled chocolate milk, his eyes squinting in the sun morning sun. "What've we got?"

"Jumper….we think," said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a bag of microwave popcorn from atop the body.

"Oh wow, groovy man..." Natalie started, before she put her handfull of popcorns inside her mouth, half chewing them and half spitting the not-popped grains. "Excuse me," she said as she walked away from the scene, hoping the air might be a little fresher than her feet. ANYway...

Monk began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer watched over him. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was alone in the bathroom, drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he felt sexy doing it. But There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from a Styrofoam cup, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his hand on her shoulder, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right, do you want some yellow snow from box 444 at the bank?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most stupid question I've ever heard."

"Yeah, I know. I remember my first girlfriend," he began softly, but grew more constipated as he continued. "Girl had a nosebleed on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the Styrofoam cup. "Bones snapped and pushed through the skin. The coconut cracked open like an egg."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "you are sick!!", and threw up over him.

Adrian nodded, his eyes squinting in the sun morning sun. "What've we got?"

"Elephant….we think,but can anyone be really sure?" said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a bag of microwave popcorn from atop the body.

"Oh wow, groovy man..." Natalie started, before she put her handfull of popcorns inside her mouth, half chewing them and half spitting the not-popped grains. "Excuse me," she said as she walked away from the scene, hoping the air might be a little fresher than her feet. ANYway...

Monk began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer watched over him. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was at the police force christmas party, while drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he felt stupid doing it. There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from a Styrofoam cup, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his hand on her shoulder, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right, do you want some mountain dew?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most gruesome thing I've ever seen."

"Yeah, I know. I remember my first jumper," he began softly, but grew more constipated as he continued. "Guy had a nosebleed on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the coffee cup. "Bones snapped and pushed through the skin. Skull cracked open like an egg."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "you are sick!!", and threw up over him.

Adrian nodded, his eyes squinting in the sun morning sun. "What've we got?"

"Elephant….we think, but can anyone be really sure?" said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a bag of microwave popcorn from atop the body.

"Oh wow, groovy man..." Natalie started, before she put her handfull of popcorns inside her mouth, half chewing them and half spitting the not-popped grains. "Excuse me," she said as she walked away from the scene, hoping the air might be a little fresher than her feet. ANYway...

Monk began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer watched over him. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was at the police force christmas party, while drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he felt stupid doing it. There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from a Styrofoam cup, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his hand on her shoulder, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right, do you want some mountain dew?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most gruesome thing I've ever seen."

"Yeah, I know. I remember my first jumper," he began softly, but grew more constipated as he continued. "Guy had a nosebleed on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the coffee cup. "Bones snapped and pushed through the skin. Skull cracked open like an egg."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "Peter Pan is better looking than you are!!", and threw up over him.

Adrian nodded, his eyes squinting in the morning sun. "I love this ten story landfill."

"Jumper….we think," said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a bag of microwave popcorn from atop the body.

"Oh wow, groovy man..." Natalie started, before she put her handfull of popcorns inside her mouth, half chewing them and half spitting the not-popped grains. "Excuse me," she said as she walked away from the scene, hoping the air might be a little fresher than her feet. ANYway...

Monk began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer watched over him. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was at the police force christmas party, while drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he felt stupid doing it. There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from a Styrofoam cup, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his hand on her shoulder, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right, do you want some yellow snow from box 444 at the bank?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most stupid question I've ever heard."

"Yeah, I know. I remember my first girlfriend," he began softly, but grew more constipated as he continued. "Girl had a nosebleed on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the Styrofoam cup. "Bones snapped and pushed through the skin. The coconut cracked open like an egg."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "you are sick!!", and threw up over him.

Adrian gargled chocolate milk, his eyes squinting in the morning sun. "I love this ten story landfill."

"Elephant….we think, but can anyone be really sure?" said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a bag of microwave popcorn from atop the body.

"Oh wow, groovy man..." Natalie started, before she put her handfull of popcorns inside her mouth, half chewing them and half spitting the not-popped grains. "Excuse me," she said as she walked away from the scene, hoping the air might be a little fresher than her feet. ANYway...

Monk began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer watched over him. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was alone in the bathroom at the police force christmas party, drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he felt sexy doing it. But There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from a Styrofoam cup, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his hand on her ankle, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right, do you want some yellow snow from box 444 at the bank?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most stupid question I've ever heard."

"Yeah, I know. I remember my first girlfriend," he began softly, but grew more constipated as he continued. "Girl had a nosebleed on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the Styrofoam cup. "Bones snapped and pushed through the skin. The coconut cracked open like an egg."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "Peter Pan is better looking than you are!!", and threw up over him.

I rescued a few additions that we lost along the way.

Adrian gargled chocolate milk, his eyes squinting in the morning sun. "I love this ten story landfill."

"Elephant….we think, but can anyone be really sure?" said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a bag of microwave popcorn from atop the body.

"Oh wow, groovy man..." Natalie started, before she put her handfull of popcorns inside her mouth, half chewing them and half spitting the not-popped grains. "Excuse me," she said as she walked away from the scene, hoping the air might be a little fresher than her feet. ANYway...

Monk began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer watched over him. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was alone in the bathroom at the police force christmas party, drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he felt sexy doing it. But There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from a Styrofoam cup, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his hand on her ankle, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right, do you want some yellow snow from box 444 at the bank?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most stupid question I've ever heard."

"Yeah, I know. I remember my first girlfriend," he began softly, but grew more constipated as he continued. "Girl had a nosebleed on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the Styrofoam cup. "There were yellow feathers sprouting from her ears, and she was on top of a big coconut. The coconut cracked open like an egg."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "Peter Pan is better looking than you are!!", and threw up over him.

Adrian gargled chocolate milk, his eyes squinting in the morning sun. "I love this ten story landfill."

"Elephant….we think, but can anyone be really sure?" said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a bag of microwave popcorn from atop of Monk´s chest.

"Oh wow, groovy man..." Natalie started, before she put her handfull of popcorns inside her mouth, half chewing them and half spitting the not-popped grains. "Excuse me," she said as she passed Randy, walking towards Monk´s sunbathing-chair, hoping the air might be a little fresher than her feet. ANYway...

Monk stand up and began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer watched over him. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was alone in the bathroom at the police force christmas party, drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he felt sexy doing it. But There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from a Styrofoam cup, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his hand on her ankle, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right, do you want some yellow snow from box 444 at the bank?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most stupid question I've ever heard."

"Yeah, I know. I remember my first girlfriend," he began softly, but grew more constipated as he continued. "Girl had a nosebleed on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the Styrofoam cup. "There were yellow feathers sprouting from her ears, and she was on top of a big coconut. The coconut cracked open like an egg."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "Peter Pan is better looking than you are!!", and threw up over him.

Adrian gargled chocolate milk, his eyes squinting in the morning sun. "I love this ten story landfill."

"Elephant….we think, but can anyone be really sure?" said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a bag of microwave popcorn from atop of Monk´s chest.

"Oh wow, groovy man..." Natalie started, before she put her handfull of popcorns inside her mouth, half chewing them and half spitting the not-popped grains. "Excuse me," she said as she passed Randy, walking towards Monk´s sunbathing-chair, hoping the air might be a little fresher than her feet. ANYway...

Monk stand up and began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer watched over him. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was alone in the bathroom at the police force christmas party, drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he felt sexy doing it. But There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from the barrel of his gun, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his hand on her ankle, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right, do you want some yellow snow from box 444 at the bank?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most stupid question I've ever heard."

"Yeah, I know. I remember my first girlfriend," he began softly, but grew more constipated as he continued. "Girl had a nosebleed on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the Styrofoam cup. "There were yellow feathers sprouting from her ears, and she was on top of a big coconut. The coconut cracked open like an egg."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "Peter Pan is better looking than you are!!", and threw up over him.

Adrian gargled chocolate milk, his eyes squinting in the coffee raining from the sky. "I love this ten story pizza hut."

"Peter pan….we think, but can anyone be really sure?" said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a bag of microwave popcorn from atop of Monk´s head.

"Oh wow, groovy man..." Natalie started, before she put her handfull of popcorns inside her mouth, half chewing them and half spitting the not-popped grains. "Excuse me," she said as she passed Randy, walking towards Monk´s sunbathing-chair, hoping the air might be a little fresher than her feet. ANYway...

Monk stand up and began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer watched over him. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was alone in the bathroom at the police force christmas party, drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he looked scary doing it. But There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from the barrel of his gun, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his hand on her ankle, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right, do you want some pizza covered in fingernails, with mountain dew?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most stupid question I've ever heard."

"Yeah, I know. I remember my first pet," he began softly, but grew more constipated as he continued. "the dog had a nosebleed on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the pizza-shaped cup. "There were pieces of chicken everywhere, and standing on top of a coconut. The coconut cracked open like an piece of hotdog."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "Peter Pan is better looking than you are!!", and hugged him.
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Adrian gargled chocolate milk, his eyes squinting in the coffee raining from the sky. "I love this ten story pizza hut."

"Peter pan….we think, but can anyone be really sure?" said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a jar of mayonaise from atop of Monk´s head.

"Oh wow, groovy man..." Natalie started, before she put her handfull of popcorns inside her mouth, half chewing them and half spitting the not-popped grains. "Excuse me," she said as she passed Randy, walking towards Monk´s sunbathing-chair, hoping the air might be a little fresher than her feet. ANYway...

Monk stand up and began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer watched over him. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was alone in the bathroom at the police force christmas party, drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he looked scary doing it. But There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from the barrel of his gun, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his hand on her ankle, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right, do you want some pizza covered in fingernails, with mountain dew?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most stupid question I've ever heard."

"Yeah, I know. I remember the first time I had a bagel," he began softly, but grew more constipated as he continued. "the dog had a nosebleed on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the pizza-shaped cup. "There were pieces of squirrel everywhere, and standing on top of a coconut. The coconut cracked open like an piece of hotdog."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "Peter Pan is better looking than you are!!", and hugged him.

Jeeze....I am LOL....so funny......keep imagining the scene.....HAHAHAHA!!!!!

Great game, BfloGal!!!!


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Adrian gargled chocolate milk, his eyes squinting in the coffee raining from the sky. "I love this ten story pizza hut."

"Peter pan….we think, but can anyone be really sure?" said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a jar of mayonaise from atop of Monk´s head.

"Oh wow, groovy man..." Natalie started, before she put her handfull of popcorns inside her mouth, half chewing them and half spitting the not-popped grains. "Excuse me," she said as she passed Randy, walking towards Monk´s sunbathing-chair, hoping the air might be a little fresher than her feet. ANYway...

Monk stand up and began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer watched over him. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was alone in the bathroom at the police force christmas party, drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he looked scary doing it. But There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from the barrel of his gun, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his hand on her ankle, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right, do you want some pizza covered in fingernails, with mountain dew?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most stupid question I've ever heard."

"Yeah, I know. I remember the first time I had a bagel," he began softly, but grew more constipated as he continued. "the dog had a puppy on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the Eigth Ammendment. "There were pieces of squirrel everywhere, and standing on top of a coconut. The coconut cracked open like an piece of hotdog."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "Peter Pan is better looking than you are!!", and hugged him.

Adrian gargled chocolate milk, his eyes squinting in the coffee raining from the sky. "I love this ten story pizza hut."

"Peter pan….we think, but can anyone be really sure?" said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a jar of mayonaise from atop of Monk´s head.

"Oh wow, groovy man..." Natalie started, before she put her handfull of popcorns inside her mouth, half chewing them and half spitting the not-popped grains. "Excuse me," she said as she passed Randy, walking towards Monk´s sunbathing-chair, hoping the air might be a little fresher than her feet. ANYway...

Monk stand up and began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer gave himself a beehive hair-do. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was alone in the bathroom at the police force christmas party, drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he looked scary doing it. But There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from the barrel of his gun, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his hand on her ankle, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right, do you want some pizza covered in fingernails, with mountain dew?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most stupid question I've ever heard."

"Yeah, I know. I remember the first time I had a bagel," he began softly, but grew more constipated as he continued. "the dog had a puppy on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the Eighth Ammendment. "There were pieces of squirrel everywhere, and standing on top of a coconut. The coconut cracked open like an piece of hotdog."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "Peter Pan is better looking than you are!!", and hugged him.

Adrian gargled chocolate milk, his eyes squinting in the coffee raining from the sky. "I love this ten story pizza hut."

"Peter pan….we think, but can anyone really rub their tummy and pat their head at the same time?" said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a jar of mayonaise from atop of Monk´s head.

"Oh wow, groovy man..." Natalie started, before she put her handfull of popcorns inside her mouth, half chewing them and half spitting the not-popped grains. "Excuse me," she said as she passed Randy, walking towards Monk´s sunbathing-chair, hoping the air might be a little fresher than her feet. ANYway...

Monk stand up and began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer gave himself a beehive hair-do. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was alone in the bathroom at the police force christmas party, drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he looked scary doing it. But There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from the barrel of his gun, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his hand on her ankle, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right, do you want some pizza covered in fingernails, with mountain dew?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most stupid question I've ever heard."

"Yeah, I know. I remember the first time I had a bagel," he began softly, but grew more constipated as he continued. "the dog had a puppy on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the Eighth Ammendment. "There were pieces of squirrel everywhere, and standing on top of a coconut. The coconut cracked open like an piece of hotdog."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "Peter Pan is better looking than you are!!", and hugged him.

Adrian gargled chocolate milk, his eyes squinting in the coffee raining from the sky. "I love this ten story pizza hut."

"Peter pan….we think, but can anyone really rub their tummy and pat their head at the same time?" said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a jar of mayonaise from atop of Monk´s head.

"Oh wow, groovy man..." Natalie started, before she put on her rubber clothes and started to meowing. "Excuse me," she said as she sneaked off under Randy´s legs towards Monk´s sunbathing-chair, hoping that she could be able to lick the chocolate milk drops that fell on the floor. ANYway...

Monk stand up and began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer gave himself a beehive hair-do. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was alone in the bathroom at the police force christmas party, drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he looked scary doing it. But There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from the barrel of his gun, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his hand on her ankle, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right, do you want some pizza covered in fingernails, with mountain dew?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most stupid question I've ever heard."

"Yeah, I know. I remember the first time I had a bagel," he began softly, but grew more constipated as he continued. "the dog had a puppy on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the Eighth Ammendment. "There were pieces of squirrel everywhere, and standing on top of a coconut. The coconut cracked open like an piece of hotdog."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "Peter Pan is better looking than you are!!", and hugged him.

Adrian gargled chocolate milk, his eyes squinting in the coffee raining from the sky. "I love this ten story pizza hut."

"Peter pan….we think, but can anyone really rub their tummy and pat their head at the same time?" said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a jar of mayonaise from atop of Monk´s head.

"Oh wow, groovy man..." Natalie started, before she put on her rubber clothes and started to meowing. "Excuse me," she said as she sneaked off under Randy´s legs towards Monk´s sunbathing-chair, hoping that she could be able to lick the chocolate milk drops that fell on his chin. ANYway...

Monk stand up and began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer gave himself a beehive hair-do. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was alone in the bathroom at the police force christmas party, drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he looked scary doing it. But There was only one Adrian Monk.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from the barrel of his gun, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his hand on her ankle, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right, do you want some pizza covered in fingernails, with mountain dew?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most stupid question I've ever heard."

"Yeah, I know. I remember the first time I had a bagel," he began softly, but grew more constipated as he continued. "the dog had a puppy on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the Eighth Ammendment. "There were pieces of squirrel everywhere, and standing on top of a coconut. The coconut cracked open like a piece of hotdog."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "Peter Pan is better looking than you are!!", And began swing dancing with Monk. While Randy began singing the Monkee's theme song "Hey! Hey! We're the Monkees!"

Adrian gargled chocolate milk, his eyes squinting in the coffee raining from the sky. "I love this ten story Pizza Hut."

"Peter pan….we think, but can anyone really rub their tummy and pat their head at the same time?" said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a jar of mayonaise from atop of Monk´s head.

"Oh wow, groovy man..." Natalie started, before she put on her rubber clothes and started meowing. "Excuse me," she said as she sneaked off under Randy´s legs towards Monk´s sunbathing-chair, hoping that she could be able to lick the chocolate milk drops that fell on his chin. ANYway...

Monk skipped over and began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer gave himself a beehive hair-do. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was alone in the bathroom at the police force christmas party, drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he looked scary doing it. But there was only one Barney the purple dinosaur, and thank goodness for that.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from the barrel of his gun, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his hand on her ankle, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right, do you want some pizza covered in fingernails, with mountain dew?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most stupid question I've ever heard."

"Yeah, I know. I remember the first time I had a bagel," he began softly, but grew more constipated as he continued. "the dog had a puppy on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the Eighth Ammendment. "There were pieces of squirrel everywhere, and standing on top of a coconut. The coconut cracked open like a piece of hotdog."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "Peter Pan is better looking than you are!!", And began swing dancing with Monk. While Randy began singing the Monkee's theme song "Hey! Hey! We're the Monkees!"

Adrian gargled chocolate milk, his eyes squinting in the coffee raining from the sky. "I love this ten story Pizza Hut."

"Peter pan….we think, but can anyone really rub their tummy and pat their head at the same time?" said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a jar of mayonaise from atop of Monk´s head.

"Oh wow, groovy man..." Natalie started, before she put on her rubber clothes and started meowing. "Excuse me," she said as she sneaked off under Randy´s legs towards Monk´s sunbathing-chair, hoping that she could be able to lick the chocolate milk drops that fell on his chin. ANYway...

Monk skipped over and began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer gave himself a beehive hair-do. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was alone in the bathroom at the police force christmas party, drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he looked scary doing it. But there was only one Barney the purple dinosaur, and thank goodness for that.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from the barrel of his gun, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his hand on her ankle, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right, do you want some key lime pie covered with cheese whiz and a glass of orange-aide flavored with marachino juice"?
"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most stupid question I've ever heard."

"Yeah, I know. I remember the first time I had a bagel," he began softly, but grew more constipated as he continued. "the dog had a puppy on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the Eighth Ammendment. "There were pieces of squirrel everywhere, and standing on top of a coconut. The coconut cracked open like a piece of hotdog."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "Peter Pan is better looking than you are!!", And began swing dancing with Monk. While Randy began singing the Monkee's theme song "Hey! Hey! We're the Monkees!" Leland went to hide in the coat closet.

Adrian gargled chocolate milk, his eyes squinting in the coffee raining from the sky. "I love this ten story Pizza Hut."

"Peter pan….we think, but can anyone really rub their tummy and pat their head at the same time?" said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a jar of mayonaise from atop of Monk´s head.

"Oh wow, groovy man..." Natalie started, before she put on her rubber clothes and started meowing. "Excuse me," she said as she sneaked off under Randy´s legs towards Monk´s sunbathing-chair, hoping that she could be able to lick the chocolate milk drops that fell on his chin. ANYway...

Monk skipped over and began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer gave himself a beehive hair-do. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was alone in the bathroom at the police force christmas party, drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he looked scary doing it. But there was only one Barney the purple dinosaur, and thank goodness for that.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from the barrel of his gun, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his hand on her ankle, and tenderly asked, "Are you all right, do you want some key lime pie covered with cheese whiz and a glass of orange-aide flavored with marachino juice"?

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most stupid question I've ever heard."

"Yeah, I know. I remember the first time I had a bagel," he began softly, but grew more constipated as he continued. "the dog had a puppy on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the Eighth Ammendment. "There were pieces of squirrel everywhere, and they are really quite tasty braised and served in a red wine sauce. The coconut cracked open like a piece of hotdog."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "Peter Pan is better looking than you are!!", And began pole dancing with Monk. While Randy began singing the Monkee's theme song "Hey! Hey! We're the Monkees!" Leland went to hide in the coat closet.

LOL Out Loud!

Adrian gargled chocolate milk, his eyes squinting underneath the Zorro mask he happily attached to his face: "I love those spade and bucket I got from Santa."

"Peter pan….we think, but can anyone really rub their tummy and pat their head at the same time?" said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a jar of mayonaise from atop of Monk´s head.

"Oh wow, groovy man..." Natalie started, before she put on her rubber clothes and started meowing. "Excuse me," she said as she sneaked off under Randy´s legs towards Monk´s sunbathing-chair, hoping that she could be able to lick the chocolate milk drops that fell on his chin. ANYway...

Monk skipped over and began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer gave himself a beehive hair-do. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was alone in the bathroom at the police force christmas party, drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he looked scary doing it. But there was only one Barney the purple dinosaur, and thank goodness for that.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from the barrel of his gun, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his index finger on her nose, and mumbling asked, "Are you all right or do you still want some key lime pie covered with cheese whiz and a glass of orange-aide flavored with marachino juice"?

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most stupid question I've ever heard."

"Yeah, I know. I remember the first time I had a bagel," he began softly, but grew more constipated as he continued. "the dog had a puppy on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the Eighth Ammendment. "There were pieces of squirrel everywhere, and they are really quite tasty braised and served in a red wine sauce. The coconut cracked open like a piece of hotdog."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "Peter Pan is better looking than you are!!", And began pole dancing with Monk. While Randy began singing the Monkee's theme song "Hey! Hey! We're the Monkees!" Leland went to hide in the coat closet.

Adrian gargled chocolate milk, his eyes squinting beneath the Zorro mask he happily attached to his face: "I love those spade and bucket I got from Santa."

"Peter pan….we think, but can anyone really rub their tummy and pat their head at the same time?" said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a jar of mayonaise from atop of Monk´s head.

"Oh wow, groovy man..." Natalie chanted, before she put on her rubber clothes and started meowing. "Excuse me," she said as she sneaked off under Randy´s legs towards Monk´s sunbathing-chair, hoping that she could be able to lick the chocolate milk drops that fell on his chin. ANYway...

Monk skipped over and began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer gave himself a beehive hair-do. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend does. He had even tried it once when he was alone in the bathroom at the police force christmas party, drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that he looked scary doing it. But there was only one Barney the purple dinosaur, and thank goodness for that.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from the barrel of his gun, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his index finger on her nose, and mumbling asked, "Are you all right or do you still want some key lime pie covered with cheese whiz and a glass of orange-aide flavored with marachino juice"?

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most stupid question I've ever heard."

"Yeah, I know. I remember the first time I had a bagel," he began softly, but grew more constipated as he continued. "the dog had a puppy on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bent of the body but was prohibited by the Eighth Ammendment. "There were pieces of squirrel everywhere, and they are really quite tasty braised and served in a red wine sauce. The coconut complements the flavor perfectly."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "Peter Pan is better looking than you are!!", And began pole dancing with Monk. While Randy began singing the Monkee's theme song "Hey! Hey! We're the Monkees!" Leland went to hide in the coat closet.

Adrian gargled chocolate milk, his eyes squinting beneath the Zorro mask he happily attached to his face: "I love those spade and bucket I got from Santa."

"Peter pan….we think, but can anyone really rub their tummy and pat their head at the same time?" said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a jar of mayonaise from atop of Monk´s head.

"Oh wow, groovy man..." Natalie chanted, before she put on her rubber clothes and started meowing. "Excuse me," she said as she sneaked off under Randy´s legs toward Monk´s sunbathing-chair, hoping that she could be able to lick the chocolate milk drops that fell on his chin. ANYway...

Monk skipped over and began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer gave himself a mohawk hair-do. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend did. He had even tried it once when he was alone in the bathroom at the police force christmas party, drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that his kiwis kept getting tangled up in his belly button. But there was only one Barney the purple dinosaur, and thank goodness for that.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from the barrel of his gun, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his index finger on her nose, and mumbling asked, "Are you all right or do you still want some key lime pie covered with cheese whiz and a glass of orange-aide flavored with marachino juice"?

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most stupid question I've ever heard."

"Yeah, I know. I remember the first time I had a bagel," he began softly, but grew more constipated as he continued. "the dog had a puppy on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bend of the body but was prohibited by the Eighth Ammendment. "There were pieces of squirrel everywhere, and they are really quite tasty braised and served in a red wine sauce. The coconut complements the flavor perfectly."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "Peter Pan is better looking than you are!!", And began pole dancing with Monk. While Randy began singing the Monkee's theme song "Hey! Hey! We're the Monkees!" Leland went to hide in the coat closet.

Adrian gargled chocolate milk, his eyes squinting beneath his new Elvis wig he placed atop his head: "I love those spade and bucket I got from Santa."

"Peter pan….we think, but can anyone really rub their tummy and pat their head at the same time?" said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a jar of mayonaise from atop of Monk´s head.

"Oh wow, groovy man..." Natalie chanted, before she put on her rubber clothes and started meowing. "Excuse me," she said as she sneaked off under Randy´s legs toward Monk´s sunbathing-chair, hoping that she could be able to lick the chocolate milk drops that fell on his chin. ANYway...

Monk skipped over and began his belly dance while Stottlemeyer gave himself a mohawk hair-do. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend did. He had even tried it once when he was alone in the bathroom at the police force christmas party, drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that his kiwis kept getting tangled up in his belly button. But there was only one Barney the purple dinosaur, and thank goodness for that.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from the barrel of his gun, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his index finger on her nose, and mumbling asked, "Did you know that if you say 'gullible' really slowly, it sounds like green beans?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Blue's Clues episodes, but that…that is the most stupid question I've ever heard."

"Yeah, I know. I remember the first time I had a bagel," he began softly, but grew more constipated as he continued. "the dog had a puppy on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. Splat.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bend of the body but was prohibited by the Eighth Ammendment. "There were pieces of squirrel everywhere, and they are really quite tasty braised and served in a red wine sauce. The coconut complements the flavor perfectly."

Natalie just screamed at Randy "Your brain smells like Moon Pie Dumplings!" And began pole dancing with Monk. While Randy began singing the Monkee's theme song "Hey! Hey! We're the Monkees!" Leland went to hide in the coat closet. [size="2"][/size]

Adrian gargled chocolate milk, his eyes squinting from his new head: "I love those greatest hits of willie nelson Santa gave me, so what can, THE MONK? do for you?"

NOT HIM AGAIN:randy said.
"just Kidding" adrian said

"Peter pan….we think, but can anyone really rub their tummy and pat their head at the same time?" said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a jar of mayonaise from atop of Monk´s head.

"Oh wow, PIZZA, excuse me ..." Natalie chanted, before she put on her rubber clothes and started meowing. "Excuse me," she said as she sneaked off under Randy´s legs toward Monk´s sunbathing-chair, hoping that she could be able to lick the chocolate milk drops that fell on his chin. ANYway...

Monk skipped over and began his rain dance while Stottlemeyer poured himself some amp. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend did. He had even tried it once when he was alone in the bathroom at the police force christmas party, drinking mountain dew, but all he discovered was that his kiwis kept getting tangled up in his belly button. But there was only one Barney the purple dinosaur, and thank goodness for that.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from the barrel of his gun, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his index finger on her nose, and mumbling asked, "Did you know that if you say 'gullible' really slowly, it sounds like green beans?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of king of the hill episodes, but that…that is the most stupid question I've ever heard."

"Yeah, I know. I remember the first time I had a bagel," he began softly, but grew more constipated as he continued. "the dog had a puppy on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. POOF.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of Big Bird." Randy tried to contort to show the bend of the body but was prohibited by the bird perched on top of his head . "There were pieces of squirrel everywhere, and they are really quite tasty braised and served in a red wine sauce. The coconut complements the flavor perfectly."

Natalie just kissed Randy "Your brain smells like Moon Pie Dumplings!" And began pole dancing with Monk. While Randy began singing I AM THE WALRUS!!!!!, Leland went to Buy the beatles CD collection

Adrian gargled mouth freshner, his eyes squinting from his new black-power hair style: "I love those greatest hits of willie nelson Santa gave me, so what can, THE MONK? do for you?"

NOT HIM AGAIN:randy said.
"just Kidding" adrian said

"Jackson´s Five….we think, but can anyone really rub their tummy and pat their head at the same time?" said Disher as he stepped forward and removed a can of hair spray from inside Monk´s hair.

"Oh wow, disco dance, groovy ..." Natalie chanted, before she put on her rubber clothes and started meowing. "Excuse me," she said as she sneaked off under Randy´s legs toward Monk´s sunbathing-chair, hoping that she could be able to get some glitter from Monk´s colourful-mirrowed jacket´s pocket.
Monk skipped over and began his rain dance while Stottlemeyer poured himself some amp. He often wished he could imitate it, and shake the same parts that his friend did. He had even tried it once when he owned a hair like Robert Plant´s one, right after Woodstock, but all he discovered was that his kiwis kept getting tangled up in his belly button. But there was only one Barney the purple dinosaur, and thank goodness for that.

While the dance continued, Lieutenant Disher, casually sipping mountain dew from the barrel of his gun, cartwheeled over to Natalie, placed his index finger on her nose, and mumbling asked, "Did you know that if you say 'gullible' really slowly, it sounds like green beans?"

"Yeah, Randy, thanks. I guess I've seen more than my share of Stevie Wonder´s concerts, but that…that is the most stupid question I've ever heard."

"Yeah, I know. I remember the first time I had platform heels," he began softly, but grew more constipated as he continued. "the boogie man had a disco party on the penthouse of a 50th floor building. POOF.

Arms and legs were all bent up in the shape of John