Story Go Round 12/31/2001, round 2, #4


The pouty purple protuberance pranced perilously at his party. Riled rivets rasped really rankly. John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt jousted jelly rolls jauntily in Jungle Juice jars. So, said Simon, "Has handicapped Harriet handily harassed her happy harlot?" "No," came the reply. "You Yanks yell your yellow yuckies until I outright cream y'all!" The crowd crowed like a crowded crow that has just had to eat crow. Fellini followed his fans flawlessly, but it didn't help Simon. A bit caused Dan eight flawless giant ice jelly till Ted towed two ton pickups to the tall trees of the outlying area. Still, nothing for poor old Rhymin' Simon. "Son of a sun," he bellowed billiously, while wee Willy Wellwater walked warily westward, toward the untoward wards.

Amber is purple; John is pink; Alan is blue; Terry is orange