Of course there could be a small chance of Mrs Pettersen's tasty cinnamon bun being burnt in the oven. She would call her neighbour, because it was widely known that the neighbour's sister once had a hot relationship with a local zookeeper Jörgen Jansson who collects lamps and if he wouldn't know about badly burnt buns, who would?
Jörgen Jansson would love to come and see the oven immediately, because he was secretly admiring Mr Pettersen's huge collection of oven gloves, which were in a mint condition. But before he would reach his destination, the tyres of his car would explode, because one slightly desperate telephone marketing lady, Astrid Å, who just organised an unsuccessful Victorian age-styled hip-hop night in the village hall, would be driven over by him, before they even had a chance to meet, which was a shame, because they would have been a lovely couple.
An ambulance driver called Dandras Judge Tameron would try to give a kiss of life to Astrid Å, but he would forget his strictly hidden unnatural powers and turn her into a midget living in the bottle, which would be then thrown far away to the bushes. Few days later she would be found by a local teacher's terrier, which would love her to pieces.
So yes, that wouldn't definitely be a good idea at all.
3 comments:
You do realise it's missing this that has turned me into such a shamefully addicted Sentence Game player? There was a gaping void in my life, and it had to be filled, dammit. [Sighs] And yet no matter how much I played...
Well, nothing could be quite the same as Superlon, could it? :)
Have you been secretly following me? This is all so reminiscent of my former life.
OPC, I guess I have to believe what you said, because I see you haven't much played the game anymore :)
Dave, I know. Everything.
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