Join the dots: . . . . . es

[Scheherazade]

How many words can you think of?

. . . . . e s

[Maximilianus]

With 5 blanks before es?
If so: witches, reaches, peaches, beaches... which might as well yield something like The witches reaches the peaches on the beaches :p (excusing the awkward subject/verb concordance, of course ;))

Ulysses brushes fleeces and Ulysses freezes bruises

NB: sorry for concocting phrases with the words. Tonight I feel submerged in an overly melodramatic mood :svengo:

[Sancho]

Puppies. Yes definitely puppies. Haha. You guys thought I was going to say boobies, but I did not say boobies. That would have been crass - to say boobies, that is. I said puppies, cute little fluffy puppies with cold noses and floppy ears. Yes, that's it - boobies, ahem, I mean puppies.

[Maximilianus]

And then we have hubbies, worries, and booties. I won't make up a sentence with those three for the time being http://smiles.kolobok.us/artists/laie/LaieA_042.gif

http://smiles.kolobok.us/artists/laie/Laie_9.gif beeches, lorries, bunnies, pennies, beanies, weenies http://smiles.kolobok.us/artists/laie/Laie_98.gif

[billl]

pus-... coot... ovar... ti... nip..

[Emil Miller]

I'm trying to think of others but I can't get nipples out of my mind.

[Sancho]

Me neither

[Maximilianus]

http://smiles.kolobok.us/artists/laie/LaieA_032.gif Sonnies, candies, toffees, coffees, berries, ferries, potties, parties, kettles, pebbles, bottles, cuddles, muddles, garbles, paddles, waffles, muffles, muzzles, peoples, dimples, marbles... (to be continued) http://smiles.kolobok.us/artists/laie/Laie_69.gif

[liza]

I'm trying to think of others but I can't get nipples out of my mind.

I could have written in my thread "why men love nipples" :) :)

[Maximilianus]

Charles catches sledges & watches matches http://smiles.kolobok.us/artists/laie/LaieA_048.gif

[Emil Miller]

I could have written in my thread "why men love nipples" :) :)

I think you would have got a bigger response even though it would probably have been exclusively male.

[LitNetIsGreat]

:drool5:

[Maximilianus]

Baffles raffles. Exposes smudges; teaches ripples, wobbles, touches.

[Maximilianus]

Patches hatches. Torches porches.

[Gilliatt Gurgle]

This takes me back a few years when I took a ride on the Cumbres and Toltec railroad.
Candy Jiggles was dancing in the aisle. She worked at Tres Hombres gentleman’s club in Roswell.
Tres Hombres is the kind of place where men view women as pooches.
Behind me sat two zombies from St. Charles [Louisiana] reading about Ulysses while eating horse patties.
I told them about Gurgles diner, a little place I run back in Dumas Texas.
The zombies asked; “What do the insides of the diner look like?...

Well, we have Velvet Claude’s, as in Monet,
that adorn facades above porcelain bidets.
Naugahyde settees and a variety of coffees
Cowboys and fiddles and folks chewing toffees.

http://www.cumbrestoltec.com/

[Sancho]

This takes me back a few years when I took a ride on the Cumbres and Toltec railroad.
Candy Jiggles was dancing in the aisle. She worked at Tres Hombres gentleman’s club in Roswell.
Tres Hombres is the kind of place where men view women as pooches.
Behind me sat two zombies from St. Charles [Louisiana] reading about Ulysses while eating horse patties.
I told them about Gurgles diner, a little place I run back in Dumas Texas.
The zombies asked; “What do the insides of the diner look like?...

Well, we have Velvet Claude’s, as in Monet,
that adorn facades above porcelain bidets.
Naugahyde settees and a variety of coffees
Cowboys and fiddles and folks chewing toffees.

http://www.cumbrestoltec.com/

Well, I can't beat that. I can't even think of any more *****es words. I sort of got hung up on nipples. I'm not sure why. At any rate, here's something weird. I've actually been to Dumas. It's weird because Dumas isn't really on the way to anywhere. When you leave Dumas, you've got to go back to where you've already been. All I remember was, me and my old lady were driving along out in the middle of nowhere (AKA the panhandle of Texas) when we came up behind an old hunk-O-junk pickup truck with some built-up plywood sides. Well, my señora said to me, "Good lord! What's that horrible smell?" I said, "it's gotta be that truck." And sure enough, as we looked a little closer, we noticed 10 or 12 hooves sticking up above the plywood in the back of the pickup. She said, "Oh man, that's not right." I agreed.

So anyway, we got around the truck as fast as we could, just to get upwind. As we passed, the guy driving it grinned and waved at us. He had his windows rolled down and he was smoking a huge stogie. Wise man. The sign on the side of his truck said, Gomez's Used Cow Service.

I sh*t you not. That's a true story.

[Maximilianus]

Bubbles, like a goat whose name was Bubbles and whose picture I saw at a time when I used to be shown pictures by someone who used to show me pictures. Not anymore.

[Emil Miller]

I sort of got hung up on nipples.

The mind boggles. Did you appear in this ?


http://youtu.be/PCY3EU2zWI4

[Sancho]

Haha, it focuses the mind...

That movie was so bad it was good. Pure art. I love watching A-list actors debase themselves and executive producers lose their shirts in a movie like that. It was so bad it was parodied in last season’s political slander-fest:
http://i971.photobucket.com/albums/ae197/mollyandbruno/image-2_zpsb66c7861.jpg

[cacian]

Haha, it focuses the mind...

That movie was so bad it was good. Pure art. I love watching A-list actors debase themselves and executive producers lose their shirts in a movie like that. It was so bad it was parodied in last season’s political slander-fest:
http://i971.photobucket.com/albums/ae197/mollyandbruno/image-2_zpsb66c7861.jpg
Is this the female version of Goliath?

[Sancho]

Sort of. That's supposed to be Sarah Palin. Anyway, where's my slingshot?

[Gilliatt Gurgle]

Well, I can't beat that. I can't even think of any more *****es words. I sort of got hung up on nipples. I'm not sure why. At any rate, here's something weird. I've actually been to Dumas. It's weird because Dumas isn't really on the way to anywhere. When you leave Dumas, you've got to go back to where you've already been. All I remember was, me and my old lady were driving along out in the middle of nowhere (AKA the panhandle of Texas) when we came up behind an old hunk-O-junk pickup truck with some built-up plywood sides. Well, my señora said to me, "Good lord! What's that horrible smell?" I said, "it's gotta be that truck." And sure enough, as we looked a little closer, we noticed 10 or 12 hooves sticking up above the plywood in the back of the pickup. She said, "Oh man, that's not right." I agreed.

So anyway, we got around the truck as fast as we could, just to get upwind. As we passed, the guy driving it grinned and waved at us. He had his windows rolled down and he was smoking a huge stogie. Wise man. The sign on the side of his truck said, Gomez's Used Cow Service.

I sh*t you not. That's a true story.

Sancho, it's quite likely you and I are the only two on this site that can proudly boast on having been through Dumas; "...a dusty delirium that found a foothold on the Llano Estacado..."

Sancho, did I ever tell you the story about the true origins of Mozart's music and the wonderful fire supplement produced in Dumas that emits beautiful blue and green flames?

In the meantime enjoy this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S99Fokasa2Y while I work another train story with .....es words, maybe the Sad Monkey Railroad in Palo Duro Canyon...

[Sancho]

I've been to Dalhart as well.

Later that same day we stopped at the Dairy Queen in Clayton, New Mexico. My señora went over and laid claim to a table while I ordered our food. When our orders came up, I picked up the tray and took it over to a small counter where they had some napkins, soda straws, condiments, and stuff like that. So I was in the process of squirting a big pool of ketchup next to my fries when I noticed a couple of old timey photos hanging up by the salt and pepper shakers. In the first picture there was a guy in a suit, standing at the gallows with a noose around his neck. In the second picture there were a couple of guys squatting next to a headless corpse beneath the gallows. And there was a typewritten paragraph or two about the notorious and murderous bank robber, Black-Jack Ketcham, who'd been caught and hung in Clayton, evidently with a rope that had too much slack in it.

I've gotta tell ya, those pictures put me right off of my country basket.

At any rate, I'm not sure about Mozart, but I've always liked Bob Wills, but I've never heard that one. As for the fire supplement, if it's made in Dumas, I'm pretty sure I know what it is. Is it like wood, in that you can burn it and also build with it? And yet unlike wood, in that when you build with it, neighbors don't seem to drop by much.

Not during the same trip, but I once took a mostly white Springer Spaniel hiking in Palo Duro Canyon. At the end of the hike she was a mostly red dog.

Also I've been to Muleshoe. "Go to Boot City, right across from the mule in Muleshoe, Texas!"

[Gilliatt Gurgle]

I've been to Dalhart as well.

...Clayton, New Mexico...
...squirting a big pool of ketchup next to my fries....

At any rate, I'm not sure about Mozart, but I've always liked Bob Wills, but I've never heard that one. As for the fire supplement, if it's made in Dumas, I'm pretty sure I know what it is. Is it like wood, in that you can burn it and also build with it? And yet unlike wood, in that when you build with it, neighbors don't seem to drop by much...

Sounds like you were following the Texas winter brigade trail into Colorado - 287 to Amarillo, 87/287 to Dumas, 87 to Hartley, 87 to Dalhart and on into Clayton.
Not far from Clayton is Capulin volcano... http://www.nps.gov/cavo/index.htm
You can walk the rim trail.

Dumas dung is a prized supplement you can add to your fire at home, just be sure you have the flue open.
Here's the story behind the dung and Mozart's music:
http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?46804-The-Manufacture-of-a-Texas-Sonata&highlight=

In the meantime, I'm piecing something together about the Sad Monkey and .....es.

[Sancho]

That explains it. Nice story, Gill. Also I knew I'd intuited the correct substance for the fire supplement, having been through Dumas and all.

[Gilliatt Gurgle]

The Sad Monkey at Palo Duro Canyon is a little sadder these days.
His tears descend on talus slopes that once echoed the clickety clack of steel wheels on polished rails.
Horse droppings have replaced the rhythm of rail ties along the path.

Let’s go back to happier times from the early ‘90s and take a ride on the Sad Monkey railroad. All aboard!

The conductor cautioned us before taking our seats; “the Texas sun is hot enough to fry pickles on these benches.” He proceeded to break out two bottles of Bertoli to prove his point. Fortunately there was a fella from Golden Colorado with bundles of fleeces to protect our tooshes. Soon we were underway. A raucous group at the back of the train broke out in song…”Hey hey we’re the Monkees…”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JEYNuU6Xtms

In front of me sat two couples discussing how they plan to keep up with the Joneses. One was named Davy. We started climbing a grade of two degrees, up ahead I noticed mischievous Prairie Doggies scampering about, and one of them placed some pebbles on the rails ahead of us. As Casey Jones is my witness, they meant to derail us!
There we were in the middle of Palo Duro Canyon operating jacks and wenches pulling cars out of trenches. As we struggled to get the cars back on the rails, a gal on board, who teaches Pilates, led a few passengers over to a clearing for a routine.
I handed out oranges.


Sad Monkey Rock – The train’s namesake.
Use your childhood “shapes in the clouds” skills and you will see the Sad Monkey face.
Photo I snapped while we were derailed early 1990’s…
(click on thumbnail)

http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae114/tabuka1/Misc%20Album/th_SadMonkey02_zps79523113.jpg (http://s963.beta.photobucket.com/user/tabuka1/media/Misc%20Album/SadMonkey02_zps79523113.jpg.html)

Sad Monkey Railroad derailed.
I pitched in to help after I snapped the photo…

http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae114/tabuka1/Misc%20Album/th_SadMonkeyRRDerailed_zpscc161739.jpg (http://s963.beta.photobucket.com/user/tabuka1/media/Misc%20Album/SadMonkeyRRDerailed_zpscc161739.jpg.html)


The Sad Monkey railroad no longer operates. Horse rides now replace the train.
The former train depot is now part of the horse ride operations.
Fortunately for us, someone videotaped their ride on the SMR and posted on YouTube.

Check out this magnificent iron horse.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MVlpwu7Zotc