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Sat 29 May, 2004 10:02 am
I was wondering if we could try to get a story going one sentence at a time. Only post one sentence at a time and we'll see how far this gets. Okay, here goes nothing.
Mr. Brown walked slowly, while his dog Buddy followed closely at his side.
Mr. Brown, being deep in thought and anticipation about the day's activities, never noticed the basketball sized hole just where his next footfall would land.
Buddy sniffed that basketball sized hole with an intense concentration, and it turned out that a crapload of cocaine was buried in that small ditch wannabe.
Mr. Brown looked around to see if anyone was watching, then reached down to check out the stash.
As he did undercover operatives ran over and confronted Mr Brown
Sadly, Mrs. Brown could not lunch today.
He looked up, surprised, as he heard someone yell, "Sir, step away from the hole!"
The police officer said "are you Bobby Brown?"
She was out shopping for a good criminal lawyer.
ed. note <that actually worked quite well au>
"Who's Bobby Brown?" replied Mr. Brown as a big man in a black overcoat approached him menacingly, waving a gun at him agitatedly.
Mr Brown was beginning to be frightened. His faced was drained of color as he stammered I did nothing wrong.
Buddy started barking furiously at the man with the gun.
He motioned to the other officers to grab the dog as he cuffed Mr. Brown and gruffly said we are taking you to the station house.
"Oh, no, no, not the Station House!", squealed Mr. Brown.
'Yes, the Station House,' said the police officers in a forceful unison; but, surprisingly, Mr. Brown would soon discover that their reasons for taking him there were-- unusual.
Unusual indeed, Mr. Brown thought, as the strip search got ugly.
First, they put his knickers in a twist.
Then one of the g-men pulled out a jar of vaseline, and put on a pair of rubber gloves.
"Bend over and squeal like a pig" the pig said, before thinking to himself "Oh no, not another 'Deliverance' flashback...I need to see my shrink again."