Collective Storywriting

her big haired, rhinestoned, tulsa rodeo queen mother in law. she's the only one who understands That Man.

 

and the first thing Zara Pantywise-Phillipes (her mother in law) said when she picked up the phone was......

 

"howdy! Zara's House of Pleasure and Divination! Need some Luck? I got it! Need a Fuck? I got that, too!"

 

Zara had a rather nervous disposition, that came from an addiction to sniffing cowboy saddles in her youth, but a nicer woman you would never find.
In her quest to help Sarah heal her broken relationship with her son, she turned over a tarot card and it was......

 

the ace of spades :stunned:....Zara paused a moment, confused, pondering. Never one to ignore a sign from heaven she finally said "git yer slutties on, we're goin' to vegas!"

 

'STOPPPPPPPPPPPPP, hold that thought' Zara continued 'the goddess is telling me to pick one more card 'ooooooooooooo its the 'high priestess' that means waiting for us in Vegas is a beautiful enigmatic dark haired woman, but what role she'll be playing in your life is yet unclear'

 

across the desert, in a city blinding in it's midight glow, Rose peels yet another flier of a naked woman off her shoe....

 

shoves it in her pocket, goes to her car, opens the bonnet and takes out a gun......

 

and a bottle of tequila. it's going to be a long night on the job.

 

now where did I put my shovel?

 

"dammit!" she says to herself..."i BROKE it on the last job!"

 

crying she starts to point the gun towards her head

 

and remembered what dear ol' grams used to say "better the other guy than yourself."

 

Drifting off to sleep, Sarah's thoughts turned to our great President. If it hadn't been for him, she knew, the Iraqi navy would by now be taking control of the high seas. There would be an Iraqi invasion fleet closing in from the Atlantic, heading straight for North Carolina, with thousands of rabid Arabs aboard troop ships waiting to head ashore to rape good Southern girls like herself. "I love George Bush", Sarah thought as she nodded off to sleep.

 

She woke up in the middle of the night and decided she better get some padlocks for the door but first some caffine from the cafe

 

The next day the Iraqi fleet landed at Stumpy Point, North Carolina, and disembarked an amphibious brigade including an armoured regiment and a heavy weapons group. Brigadier General Ali Muhammad bin Abdullah ben Qumquat declared the independent Islamic State of North Carolina and dedicated it to Allah. A number of white southern women were liberated by the Moslem invaders, including Sarah, who was still a virgin.
Arab men are generally very well endowed, she knew. And General Ali, she thought, did look a lot like Omar Sharif.

 

but thankfully, sarah was in VEGAS. she left that double dealin husband behind to deal with the omar sharif, lawrence of arabia and every other only vaguely arabic names she could think of.

 

She knew she'd really like Vegas. She'd heard all about safe sex by now and wanted to try it.

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Anything can happen in Vegas, she knew. Never ask an escort agency to send over an "eight foot black"!​

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Here's how it works. One person writes a few lines of a story. Then another person continues the story by writing a few more lines. And then another person writes a few more lines. Etc. etc. etc... Multiple posts by the same person are allowed. Anyone up for it? Alright, I'll start:

One day, a pothead, an acidhead, and a drunk decided to go to an amusement park, together.