The rules:
I'll start a sentence with a word (one word only) and the next poster will finish the sentence. Then, on a new line, that poster will start a new sentence with one word (one word only please). The finished sentence can be as long as it needs to be in order to complete the sentence, however, make sure it's only one sentence. Here we go.
Chivalry...
Nuts, I think I dropped the
ball
Nuts were the last thing on my mind when I saw the Scotsman doing cartwheels in the street... I was more worried about a stray caber knocking me
over.
Orright, I'm getting slow in my old age...
Ball is somewhere a Scotsman doesn't want to get too excited, otherwise he's gonna clear the dance floor faster than you can say Jumping Jack
Flash.
Flash is not someone I'd like to meet on a dark
night
Night is the best time for me to flash... it's dark, nobody would see and I wouldn't get
embarrassed.
Embarrased is not a word I would use when describing our fave
Pirate
Pirate King, you mean don't
you?
You mean King-Key the pirate? The frigate with the short
cannons?
Cannons short in stature would not be tolerated on starkers
ship
Ship of fools is what I seem to have created... every one of them totally lovable,
though.
Though fool that I am, you must admit I sure am
handsome.
Handsome is in eye of
beholder.
Beholder is again karma, as in the way one judges oneself is the way one judges
others
Others with oodles of handsome and karma are welcome on my boat
anytime. (helps make me look good... er, better)
Anytime that party happens, let me know so's I can
attend
Attend one of starkers' parties if and only if you aren't allergic to
antibiotics.
Antibiotics not on the top of anyone's list of Party
antics
(OMG 99 karmas)
Antics and hi-jinks are expected at my parties.... but leave the pole dancing and stripping until after the kiddies have gone to
bed.
Bed a place of repose and
such
Such is the state of affairs, a bit of 'such' isn't something that happens too often at bedtime these
days.
Days of wine and roses, gone
forever?
Forever it seems, since anyone rang my
bell.
Bell ringer come few and far
between.
Between the pews was where they found the bell ringer.... looking up lady parishioners skirts, he was, but didn't he let out an awful scream when the next skirt he looked up happened to belong to a scotsman named Jock 'The Kaber' McDuff, a mean sprited man, who took offence and conked the bell ringer on the noggin with his enormous
fist.
Fist size is "apparently " the same size of our
heart
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