2003-08-18
- 10:46 a.m. And now� the third installment in what we will look back on as: The NO SHOES DIARIES. (sorry for the "again with the no exciting accompanying graphic" I promise they will return) This Entry: �BEDRIDDEN ISLE� (sung to the tune of that beloved TV Jingle Favorite "Gilligan�s Island�) ------------------- Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful TRICK. That started from this HILLSIDE HOME, aboard this WACKY CHICK. HER MATE was a mighty PATIENT GAL, AWESOME, BRAVE and PURE. The WACKY CHICK and HER TRAINER set out that day, for a ONE HOUR TOUR, a ONE HOUR TOUR��� The WORKOUT started getting rough, the WACKY CHICK was hurt. If not for the QUICK THINKING of the CHATTY TRAINER, the WACKY CHICK would be lost; the WACKY CHICK would be lost. The WACKY CHICK took TO BED on the shore of this WONDERFULLY RESTORED 50�S HOME�. with VICODIN, and MOTRIN too, the ICE PACKS, and THE REMOTES, the CORDLESS PHONES, the CHIROPRACTOR and DEFENSELESS PILLOWS�.. Here on BEDRIDDEN ISLE. More notes from BEDRIDDEN ISLE later today. Xoxoxo me |