Complete The Thought

Oozing zombie fingers and turnips!!?! Oh Noessss! Taketh me away!

Looking at him oddly, the entire crowd said in one breath "Taketh? What is this 1697 or something?" Oddly enough....

I understood exactly where he was coming from. Too many nights spent chasing dames in a Shakespearean theatre troupe will do that. Sighing, I slapped him across the face to bring him out of it. He turned to me with a look of wonder. . . .

... in his toes.

The girl from across the street and three doors down...

has never thought of herself all her life. But this special morning, she ...

...wondered which suitor she loved more, instead of which one would make a better husband. This thought led to...

a diversion from the maintrack of the story, which was fine, because it was getting complicated anyway. So this young lass was wondering which dude would be better to march down the asile with. There was Larry, the dark sensitive, but sort of boring type, and John, the devilish, live-for-today character: very interesting, but what about the long run? She looked in the mirror and sighed deeply. She wasn't...

a good housekeeper and that was one super smudged mirror. Taking a bottle of windex in one hand and an old newspaper in the other (newspaper makes a good tool for window cleaning for real!) she stopped just before beginning her task and noticed a headline on the old paper that read...

Police Seek Suspect IN Catburgulary. There was a police artist sketch, and even though these are usually of poor quality, she was certain she knew that face. It just had to be...

Robin Hood! She noted the jaunty leather cap with the feather in the brim and the green blouse. I could read her face like detective story. She was wondering if I had seen...

her trip. Let's face it, the dame was a total klutz. "How odd" I said to myself for I had just noticed that...

her shoes didn't fit all that well, and come to think of it, neither did that dress. I glanced again at the police sketch. Hummm. You know, if you allowed for the plastered-on makeup, her own face would fit the description as well. "What did you say your name was?" I asked her. The left hand that went up to scratch her hair had calloused fingers. She replied...

"I donot remember"

I am so happy because......

....jimmy cracked corn and I do care.

I wouldn't go with you for all the......

angels that can dance on the head of this pin!


Sherlock Holmes examined the footprints with his magnifying glass. "There is no doubt. The culprit is...

...guilty.


The trucker was so busy reading Burma Shave signs that he...