Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Fuck you, internet (or: the 30 Sentence Story)

Because she's obviously a future sadist of Marquis de Sade calibre, Sugary Cynic has tagged me for the 30 Sentence Story, as hosted by Da Kid. Now, while I am quite...used to these two delinquents, I don't condone their behavior.

Robert, I choose you!

(Pokemon...)

Anyway.

The Story So Far:

1. Jane never expected to visit Belarus, but it was the only possibly solution after what had happened.

2. Her lonely planet guide had advised her that it was a great place for birdwatching- so she packed her binoculars- Todd would have been proud, had he not been lying in a coma.

3. Poor Todd; Jane remembered the incident so well: he had spotted a rare long-whiskered owlet, had ran out into the street to snap a photo, and had thusly been hit by an ice cream truck.

4. Except the ice cream truck was actually a roasted salmon!

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30. The three of them left as quickly as they could and vowed never to return again, especially if Jane was in town.