Make up a story

[Mad Oshea]

Got board so I took a pic. to make up a strory on.
SO look at it and make a short story LOL
PS: have fun and post.

 

[Southern Planter]

What's the red thing, a sander? is that a bolt from a rifle? The copper looking things, nose clops from a gas mask? And on top, is that a roach clip?

 

[Mad Oshea]

Answer to question is as follows: yes, yes, yes, and yes LOL

 

[Rickey60]

The red thing looks like an old cigarette rolling machine. I think I use to have one.

 

[bonehead]

looks like a survival kit to me.

 

[workhorse_01]

A pocket fisherman, tobacco, paper, & a cigg leiberman.

 

[Mad Oshea]

A pocket fisherman, tobacco, paper, & a cigg leiberman.

It is a 1950's rolling machine I use to roll tailored cigs. And a tin cig. pack I use every day as well as a pen fishing pole loaded w/20 lb test, just in case. ----Just need the rye. LOL

 

[Boboro]

I grew 2 tons of backer this year, but I didn't want to brag.

 

[Southern Planter]

I grew seven tons of milk thistle hay, so I gotcha beat Boboro.

 

[Mad Oshea]

All I got was goat heads, weeds and sand. But the baccy is good. Boboro --- Thats alot of baccy !!!! And SP I got cows.LOL AN ALOT OF RUM CAKE!
dang the rum cack got me got to change the avatar

 

[Mad Oshea]

Now hush up and make up the dang story and get off the rum cake.

 

[Boboro]

I grew 2 tons of backer this year, but I didn't want to brag.

I was makein up a story.

 

[Southern Planter]

It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the creek, rattling the black walnuts, and fiercely agitating the scanty flames of the fireflies that struggled against the darkness.

I was passed out on the bank of my pond after eating too much of Mad Oshea's rum cake, driven by hunger from the insanity brought on by housing burley soaked in dew. I had been fishing for Russian sturgeon as the sun went down. As I awakened from my sleep, I looked over at She Who Was in My Arms. Should I gnaw my arm off? Just then the hairy beast woke up, giggled, and stole my picnic basket with the last half of the cake in it. 'Nuts" I thought, there goes the hair of the dog. My head was pounding. My heart was crawling with disgust and self loathing, how would I tell my wife I had just slept with a sasquach?

I was brought out of my funk when Horrors Greely, the cow who thinks she's a rhinoceros stroll up with the ghost of Edward Bulwer-Lytton on her back. He asked me for a smoke. I rolled him one using my 1950's roller and some mud lugs I saved saved on Knuckleheads advice. Edward said he liked my tobacco can. I told him I found it on the six hundred level in the old Grey Raven mine 30 years before. ED thanked me and rode off with the crazy cow as she stole my string of sturgeon.

Just then the alarm went off and my wife pushed me out of bed.

 

[Mad Oshea]

I love that story! HA HA HA HA
PM Me and I'll send You some Turkish Izmir seeds for next year.

 

[Knucklehead]

Good story S.P. Two thumbs up. When will the screen play come out?