Animals have many emotions, amusement and humor included. My German Shepherd thinks it's the funniest thing in the world to sit across the room and sling pieces of her dog kibble at me. Usually I would figure that this was a learned behavior, a trick, But since I don't reward her with praise, treats or lavish attention, It's hard for me to think so. All I do is sit there and laugh. Rarely do I even look at her, I'll keep reading my book or watching tv but laugh all the same. I think that she gets a kick out of it, trying to see how close to me she can get the kibble in as many tries as she wants. I love it.

So I get bored easily. Luckily I am also very entertained. So the way I figure it, when I start a story, I don't plan to finish it....That's where you lovely people come in. I'll post stories (or atleast parts of stories) that I've written. If you like it and want to continue it, beta it for me, or give me ideas, PLEASE do so ^-^

If you want to take it and run, just please credit. I'm fairly proud of what I've got so far.

Here goes story Number 1. Giliam's Experiement (help me think of a freakin title.)

Giliam had lovely eyes—when they weren’t shielded behind oversized, thick plastic goggles. We were in our 8 a.m. lab class, Chemistry I. Gil because he loves experiments, me because he dragged me into since I needed a science credit.

            The vial was smoking and hissing something fierce but the intense look on my lab partners’ face had me worried even more. His concentration had me glancing quickly between his current concoction and the door. Even while the rest of the class backed away slowly from the puffing and pouring bluish smoke, Gil observed, his pen scribbling whatever realizations and reactions he was gleaning from the miniature liquid smoke bomb. His eyes darted from the temperature gauge and the vile-smelling vial.

            A loud exclamation from the doorway broke the moment and Giliam looked up to see his lab mates on the verge of bolting and the reddening face of the newly-returned professor.

            “Anne, what’s the matter?” Gil looked genuinely confused for a second but continued anyway. I should have known better than to let him talk me into setting off the professor’s office alarm as a distraction. Not if this was the result. “Hand me that stopper, quick!”

I step forward a few inches to stretch my hand to him, passing the small cork which was then abruptly stuffed into the vial’s opening.

“Giliam Rupert Nifter! Take that cork out this second and diffuse that travesty to science.” Mr. Warble was swiftly turning from shocking maroon to stark white. “Now, boy, before it…”

His sentence was abruptly cut short. Gil turned and dove at me, knocking us both, harshly, to the floor. Just in time to escape the blindingly blue flash of light which was quickly followed by a resounding explosion. Those that hadn’t ducked when they saw Gil leap were thrown unceremoniously to the ground.

So let me know what'cha think?

 No lie, it must be:

"Can you say Constantinople backwards? Me neither, but I just wanted to ask."

hahaha, You get some very funny looks. and It's a great ice breaker...so is this one,

So you're flying through the desert in a canoe and one of the tires pops, how many pancakes does it take to cover the doghouse?

....The answer is zero. Because the chicken bone is in the apple sauce.

hahahahahhaha. LAME!