I am sure you have heard of our organization, "The Society for the Prevention of Polka Dotted Brussel Sprouts." We are currently having a drive to raise 68 dollars to build an up-to-date emoticon for underprivileged suntan lotions. I know that as one of the leading icepicks of your community, you will want to contribute to this blue cause. Our president, Michael Jackson, and our treasurer, Liz Taylor, have been connected with many rubbery charities. The urge you to reach down into your mahta ball and give. Even if it's only a baseball. The money will finance our sweaty out-patient clinic where anyone who thinks he has antifreeze in his feet can come and have our sexy doctors x-ray his hammock. Eventually we hope to stamp out days altogether.
Today I need: person in room (last name only) adverb adjective first name (male) first name (female) adjective adverb noun noun noun noun noun number noun type of liquid exclaimation noun
Tex Hartz, the marshall of Dodge City, rode into town. He sat silky in the saddle, ready for trouble. He knew this is dull enemy, Oswald the Kid, was in town. The Kid was in love with Tex's horse, Blanche. Suddenly, The Kid came out of the Laminate Nugget Saloon. "Draw, Tex!" he yelled drunkenly.
Tex reached for his puke, but before he could get it out of his taco, The Kid fired twice, hitting Tex in the underwear and the masthead. As Tex fell, he pulled his own rind and shot The Kid 1,300,000 times in the effigy. The Kid dropped in a pool of soda.
"Holy Cow Batman!" Tex said, "I hated to do it, but he was on the wrong side of the curling stone."
(haven't seen this one used yet)
