Flash! (Mad Libbing)
By Tater Barley Banks | Posted Under Comment Diversions | Comments (57)
Finish the following story. Feel free to pick up where I leave off or where any other commenter leaves off, or, hell, anywhere else in the narrative. It’s not like anyone will confuse my crap with Hemingway, now, is it? Take it in any direction you want. One rule: Make it funny, dammit.
X X X
By Internet World News (sometime in the future)
Killed by advancing technology and massive public indifference, the last ___(a)___ rolled ___(b)___ today to — what else? — massive public indifference.
“Really? The last one? I didn’t know that, and I don’t care,” billionaire Internet publishing mogul Axl Rowles said while waiting for his flight from Portland Interplanetary to the annual National Cannabis Auction and Sale in Jackson, Miss., and playing zBox on his mePhone. “My dad used to talk about those things all the time. All. The. Time. We finally had to have him put down … Hey, Suri!” he shouted to his wife sitting nearby as he peered at the screen. “Dammit, your dad’s calling from the set again …”.
To be continued by YOU.
a. TV
CD
DVD
board game
baby
2-D movie
PC
book
newspaper
gasoline-powered vehicle
tomato
b. assembly line
printing press
into theaters
out of the lab
TATER BARLEY BANKS is not to be trusted. He probably makes up everything he writes about himself, especially the stuff about living in West Virginia. Don’t be fooled. In truth, he lives in Pajibaland, where he speaks gibberish as , (TCFKAB), spends his time sitting on a park bench, eyeing little girls with bad intent, and is developing a 25-letter alphabet, now that his key doesn’t work. He has no blog, no Facebook page and no MySpace page, so don’t try to find him. If you’re so inclined, you can email Tater.
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Comments
Posted by: Jerce at February 27, 2010 3:45 PM
Killed by advancing technology and massive public indifference, the last baby rolled out of the lab today to — what else? — massive public indifference.
Named "Caesar" by a whimsical lab tech, the baby, a male, was supposed to be assigned to a bi-sex monogamous couple (the historical designate is "parents") according to ancient tradition; however, no such couples have expressed interest in carrying on the outmoded (and inconvenient) folkways of "Family." A callout then went to same-sex couples, but to no avail.
Little "Caesar" is about to be homeless--his biotech lab, BioBooBoo, is about to close its doors for good. Unless a caretaker steps forward, Caesar may be put up for auction later this month, along with the rest of BioBooBoo's assets.