Only one rule: posts may be stand-alone, or if they refer to an earlier post they must be logically disconnected from it. If you can keep it clean and keep it absurd, feel free to take to this discussion like a duck to a positron collider.
I got the rest of the leaves up, picked up three half-pound bags of whole bean, my Bulgarian blades came in, and I've got about two dozen assorted LifeSavers on my desk staring at me. Time for a movie, I think. Life is good.
Well if that's how this game is played, I'm going to make me a sandwich. I need an oil change with that.
For the win (before @Sara-s gets here!) : ...like the time I caught the ferry over to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe, so, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on ‘em. “Give me five bees for a quarter,” you’d say. Now where were we? Oh yeah – the important thing was I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn’t have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones…"
A non sequitur resembles certain facets of surrealism. Tribes of primitve hunters, with rhinestone codpieces rampant should build pyramids of Chevy engines covered in butterscotch syrup to exalt the diastolic, ineffable, scintillated and cacophonous salamander of truth which slimes and distracts from each and every orifice of the holy refrigerator, Sears be its brand.