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[_MrStakhanovite]

Truth be told, I think this is a case where the cure will end up being worse than the disease. I had no idea. I do now. I think it was a common enough name most people wouldn't have made any such connection. Oh well.

I often associate random first names together, happens all the time. When I see Connie Mason, I often jump to Benedict Mason. HAS to be the same person, right? That's the kinda logic Juliann can take to the bank baby.

[_Pahoran]

The sound of the car pulling up in the driveway drew my attention away from the TV. With a sigh, I stopped my Star Trek: Enterprise DVD and waited for my daughter to come inside.

A moment later she came in; I said: "Hi babe. Did you have a good time?"

"Uh-huh," she said. She says more in an average phone conversation than she does to her father in an average week, but that's just growing up, I guess.

"There's just one problem," I said, tapping my watch. "What time was your curfew?"

"One o'clock, daddy. I'm on time!"

"Not by my watch," I said. "It's three minutes past. You know the rules: come late, you're grounded. You're three minutes late, so let's make it three weeks grounded. You wouldn't want me to go back on my word, would you? How could you respect me if I did that?"

"Oh daddy, I'd really really respect you!" she said, giving me that beseeching blue-eyed gaze. "It was the stake YSA ball; you can stretch it for three little minutes, can't you?"

Of course I could, but I wasn't going to let her off scot-free. "Okay," I said. "I'll give you one more chance: you make me laugh in the next five minutes, and you're off the hook. Deal?"

"Deal!" She beamed. "Look what I've got on my phone, daddy." She showed me a photo of the three glummest looking people I'd ever seen in my life. "They came to the ball together; they were like, 'yeah, we're members,' and we were like, 'you're so not.' The guy on the left just called himself 'Shades,' which we all thought was like look at me, I'm soooo cool; but he was so nerdy. The guy on the right called himself 'Scratch,' and Brad was like 'is that because your mom's cat got your face,' and everyone was like laughing till Bishop Nelson told us all to cool it.

"The girl was like so dumb. First she was like 'hi, I'm Harmony,' and then she was like 'hi, I'm Serenity,' and then when she met Bishop Nelson she was like, 'hi Nelson, I'm WAZing,' and we were like 'whatever.'"

"Okay, so how could you tell they weren't members?"

"Look at them, daddy. Did you ever see three people like, so totally bummed out with life? Not in the Church, you didn't!"

"Okay, you got me there," I admitted. "But why didn't they at least smile for the camera?"

"Oh daddy, you're so not getting it! They were smiling. You should have seen them when they weren't!"

I couldn't help it. I laughed.

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Okay, guys. You're always telling us how we should be willing to laugh when the joke's on us; show us how it's done.

Regards,
Pahoran

[_Pahoran]

Could we get an explanation, or are you just gonna ninja edit everything?

So Stak, let me see if I've got this straight.

You started this thread to give yourself a pretext to sneak my in real life surname under the radar.

Then you spat the dummy when a writer's game was moved to the writer's forum because not enough people would see it.

Now you're having a hissy fit because the mods saw through the ruse.

Is that it?

Regards,
Pahoran

[_Doctor Scratch]

Lol, Pahoran. I'm laughing, all right. I love stories about how people in the Church ridicule others, alienate them, and try to make them feel bad. Ha ha ha!

[_madeleine]

I think Wisdom Seeker gets points for taking the bold move of having the boys find something special between them that night.

I'd give Stak huge points for getting outside of the box with the 3-guy scenario. But dude, Mormons write in journals. So half point reduction. Otherwise, awesome. Randy deleted.? I lol'd. I will have to back Stak on the censorship charge here. There may be a good reason for it, but it's censorship in a way that doesn't sit well with me.

Anyway, enough Debbie Downer.

Right now madeleine stands out as the person who worked the funky pink castle into the story the best.

It's tough competition, but I think someone can come in and still take it if they're willing to try.

I'm liking the beaver on the head and "sealed with glue". I LOLd.

funky pink castle....when my daughter was 3-ish, we were driving past the SLC temple and she asked me who lives in the castle. (Too many Disney princess movies I guess.) I told her that no one lived there, people just visit it.

[Guest]

The sound of the car pulling up in the driveway drew my attention away from the TV. With a sigh, I stopped my Star Trek: Enterprise DVD and waited for my daughter to come inside.

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A Faith-Promoting Rumor is born!!

[_ludwigm]

@Pahoran
@madeleine

Please edit out some "====" !
More than 75-80 character without space makes the page hard to read. (One have to scroll horizontally for every line...)

Thank You.

[_madeleine]

@Pahoran
@madeleine

Please edit out some "====" !
More than 75-80 character without space makes the page hard to read. (One have to scroll horizontally for every line...)

Thank You.

You're not the boss of me!!!

j/k

done.

[_MrStakhanovite]

So Stak, let me see if I've got this straight.

Oh boy.

We have all kinds of these threads, where we draw people, show off our work spaces, or do little stories. It’s part of why people stick around here, because we like to have fun with each other. I put people’s names in all kinds of made up scenarios for chat invites, Chris Smith being hit the hardest.

I didn’t give any indication who you were, I just used a name that was not identical to yours, in a non-serious thread.

You started this thread to give yourself a pretext to sneak my in real life surname under the radar.

We’d talked about this game in chat, it’s too much work to do all that to slip in half a reference most lurkers wouldn’t get.

Then you spat the dummy when a writer's game was moved to the writer's forum because not enough people would see it.

Yes, it’s fun when we all get creative and have good ol’ time. I know that must be a strange concept to you, but believe it or not, almost all the regulars here are friends. I wanted the thread to be in an area with the most traffic, so more people would participate.

Now you're having a hissy fit because the mods saw through the ruse.

Liz made a call, and unlike CARM and it’s Mormon twin MD&D, I get to dispute it with her without fear of being banned or her taking revenge. I won’t win, but I get to voice my opinion. If my goal was to “smear” you, I’d do it somewhere else.

BTW- When your done being the dull contrarian and you go back Juli-Slick’s forum, are you going to enter this into the neighborhood watch? And before you play your next overused card…

Here is my Face book

There I am, go tell my Mom what I’m up to.

ETA- Nice story, thanks for contributing.

[_Wisdom Seeker]

I think Wisdom Seeker gets points for taking the bold move of having the boys find something special between them that night.

Special night is right!!

Epilogue:

Just after the photograph was taken, both Steve and Dave excused themselves to go to the bathroom, leaving Monica to fight off the many boys who showed up to the ball without any date. There were an awful lot of boys without a date but when Randy asked Monica to dance her legs began to tremble. While Steve might have dyed his hair to look like a beaver, Randy ate beaver for breakfast. You see Randy was one cool dude and no competition for poor Steve.

Randy left the dance with Monica that night leaving both Steve and Dave at the dance waiting for the limo which had been scheduled to return and pick them up at midnight. Steve and Dave went up on the stage to look through the music selection which the DJ brought for the dance. It was here that Steve and Dave came across a song which they both loved and seemed to define their very lives from this point forward.

It was in a darkened corner of the small stage that the boys sat and listened as the DJ played their new shared favorite song, Smalltown Boy by Bronski Beat. It was here as they sat back leaning on two chairs, listening to the music they loved and reflecting on the events of the evening, they realized that they did not need a date to actually have a good time. It was also on this night that Monica found her one true love and in just four short years her future husband Randy returned from his mission and within six weeks they were sealed in the temple.