Can you write a lovestory using these lines from songs? JUST 4 fun!!!?

Dodge City, Kansas

Circa 1876

Festus was coming out of the General store with his new sweetie, Ida SweetCidah. She battled her eyelashes at him and said,”(5) See you later alligator.” Festus smiled broadly as he replied,”In a while, crocodile.” Doc overheard this little exchange…….”Festus….Do you even KNOW what a crocodie IS?! Or where they live?!”

Festus:”Why, shore I do Doc. They’re over-sized crawfish that live somewhere’s in Montana, I think.”

Doc:” Yeah….Montana……Jesus.” He shook his head in exasperation and headed over to the Long Branch Saloon for a brew.

He walked in just as Miss Kitty was speaking to the man painting her office.

Kitty,frustrated with his slow progress……. “(4) You don’t have to paint me a picture; Just paint the walls and ceiling. This isn’t the Sisteen Chapel for God’s sake!!!” The painter, Michael AngelLow, pleaded with her.

Michael AngelLow:”But Missa Kitty.”(Italian accent) I’m a going to paint a BEAUTIFUL scene for you.” Then he seemed to go into a trance when he said:

“Whatever beauty here on earth is seen,

To meet the longing and perceptive eye,

Is semblance of that source divine,

From whence we all are come.

In this alone we catch a glimpse of Heaven.”

Kitty was speechless.

Michael:”I’ll paint you something so beautiful…..You’ll think you’re in church.” Then he ushered Miss Kitty, who was beginning to drool from her open mouth, out the door.

When she went back into the main room of the bar, she saw Doc.

Doc:”What’s the matter with YOU? Uh, Kitty, you need to wipe your chin….Got a little drool.”

Kitty told him what the painter had said.

Doc:”Sounds to me as though you’ve got a real artist. Let him do it his way…….Sounds kinda nice.”

The swinging doors to the saloon swung open as U.S. Marshal Matt Dillon walked in. Kitty looked at him and called:”Hey,cowboy….Come on over and join us.”

Ever since Matt had left her for Sunshine MacGillicutty, Kitty seized every opportunity afforded her to talk with the handsome lawman.

Matt took a seat……”Soooo…What’s new?” Doc told him about Festus and Ida,Montana and the crocodiles and Kitty told him about Michael AngelLow.

Matt:”Sounds like another normal day in Dodge!”

Kitty:” Matt?………”Do you ever (3) Close your eyes and think of me?” Doc got up and left. He knew where all of this would lead.

Matt:” Kitty…..You know how I feel about Sunshine. My thoughts are with her. (2) I used to love you but it’s all over now.”

Kitty:”Well please, don’t sugar coat it for me!!” Kitty slammed her hand down on the table causing Matt so much fright, he got the hiccups!

She strolled over to Billy Jolinski, the piano man.

Kitty: “Billy………..Play us a song, you’re the piano man. Play us a song tonight.”

Billy started playing a soft little melody. Kitty took a LONG drink from his beer mug and then launched into a song she was writing as she sang:

♫ “Festus is sweet on dear Ida. Montana is filled with them crocs.

Doc has a pile of unpaid-for tabs. And I got a hole in my socks.

I got me a painter from Italy. He’s painting my office right now.

And Matt is still sleeping with Sunshine MacG. What does he see in that cow?

If Dillon returns to my bedroom. I think he will find it’s too late.

I’ve cried way too long. Written this lousy *** song.

And(1) There’s a thin line between love and hate.♫”

You don’t have to paint me a picture, but there’s a thin line between love and hate. Now, close your eyes and think of me because I used to love you but it’s all over now. *walks over to the door* See you later alligator.

Sunshine made a wish on the shooting star. Why, I do not know. How this all happened, I really could not tell you. But we tend to blame it on the star. Of course, no one ever had the chance to ask her, because by the time the story had washed up on the shores, well, so had she. The rumors that circled these villages were ridiculous… that all ended when the captain showed up. He cleared everything up, without a doubt. And senile old man, or patchy old sailor? Well, either way, he cooked up a good tale. “Ah, she’s a bonnie lass. Well, was…” The old man got a glazed look in his eyes, clearly reminiscing about the young Sunshine. Then, with a smack of his chapped lips, he launched into his story. “I knew she wasn’t meant for the sea. But her father, he tells me, ‘Take her to sea, Mr. Murdock. Let’s stretch her legs!’ and of course, she was a lovely lass, I wasn’t about to turn the man down… She can’t even tie a square knot, for heaven’s sake! What good would she do on a ship? In any case, she ended up alongside the best of us, voyaging across the ocean. “Of course, before long, we hit a rough patch of weather. The storm raged, the waves crashed… I gotta tell ya… I was even scared myself. “I saw the girl, that night, as the waves crashed against are shaky vessel and tossed us like a piece of drift wood. I remember thinking to myself, she’s either very sick or is using green make up these days. Well, sure enough, moments later she called out, ‘Where’re my dang nausea pills?’ and stumbled across the deck on wobbling legs. “Then, just like that, I heard the cry– ‘MAN OVERBOARD!!’ The whole crew scoured the night for the girl. Even weeks after that, I’d often find myself gazing out onto the open water, half-expecting to see her blazing blond hair burst from the foamy rippling waves. I never did. “And that was that. Eventually, the crew moved on, but I know I will never forget that Sunshine. Just like the old widows often say, ‘Love can touch us one time and last for a lifetime.”

There once was a beautiful young girl who lived with her jealous and cruel stepmother, who was jealous because she was beautiful and because of this she was never allowed to go anywhere except for school and home. One day at school the young girl was sitting at her desk and reading a book when a young man approached her and asked her out. She smiled at him but sadly said no and explained because her mother would not allow it. Shocked by this the young man felt she was just trying to blow him off. “If you don’t want to go out just say so, YOU DON’T HAVE TO PAINT ME A PICTURE, I get the hint, I’ll leave you alone”, he said. The girl looked at him and said, “I know THERE’S A THIN LINE BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE and I would enjoy going out with you but I simply can’t”. The young man then told her, “I want you to CLOSE YOUR EYES AND THINK OF ME and think of some way we can get together without your stepmother knowing”. The young girl agreed, soon the two were hanging out together during school only and got really close until one day the young girl came to school and told the young man that her stepmother died and was finally free from her controlling her and with that she told him, “now that I can do whatever I want and I’m free to see whoever I want, I just wanted to know that I USED TO LOVE YOU BUT IT’S ALL OVER NOW, SEE YOU LATER ALLIGATOR!”. Shocked, the young man had nothing to say, and with that, the young girl walked off to go enjoy life and all it had to offer!

THE END!

Silva, I have what I think is a realy good story for you. But, for some reason it will not post. I think it may be much to long. I have put the first part here and will try to find another question(s) of yours to post the rest.

Enjoy!

There’s a thin line between love and hate. Very thin. But, if the line is thin, it still takes a mountain of crap to get some people to cross that line. This is especially true for the truest people like Silva.

Life can be exceptionally exciting and vibrant when viewed behind rose colored glasses. When it came to Ray, Silva’s lenses were Coke-bottle-bottom thick, garbage-can-lid round, and as dark and as deeply colored as any Variegata de Bologna Rouge you could imagine. When it came to Ray, Silva had it BAD!

How do you describe Ray? Handsome? Hmm… Yes, Ray was handsome, alright. Most women’s toes ached just looking at him. Lush, almost royal, blue eyes filled with an electric POP! To look into Ray’s eyes was to be entranced. There was a mirth as well as a gentleness about his eyes that surprised you against the visceral power you felt in their gaze. The mirth and gentleness, however, were only physically evidenced by ever so slightly and naturally drooping eyelids. If there was any real mirth and gentleness about Ray, it was buried so deep you couldn’t truly read it in his eyes.

But, it was with good reason you always described Ray’s eye’s first. They were, indeed, magnificent. And, the effect was only engorged when Ray smiled that delightful smile. Not cheesy or overdone, Ray’s smile was the perfect understated embellishment complemented by the solid, manly jawline, sharp nose and sculptured cheek bones that created a perfect frame for those eyes contrasting so well with the wavy, black, carefree hair. Yes, Ray was handsome, alright. …And, didn’t he know it! It was hardly fair that his physique held no shame in comparison to the irresistible appeal of his facial features.

You don’t have to paint me a picture. I used to be Ray’s best friend. Used to be…. until I got tired of seeing him tear through women like so many rolls of cheap toilet paper. I mean, how cold do you have to be to send your latest and soon-to-be-suffering victim a gold foil box of long-stem roses with a lurid invitation for dinner (and more) in a private booth at Chez Michel and then just as the Crème Brule is being served he cavalierly tells you, “I used to love you, but it’s all over.” …And, then promptly rises from his seat with a pert wink, click of the tongue and a smooth, “See you later, alligator.”, as he leaves you to pick up the check!

He is so good at it that, for a long time, I used to buy his explanation.

“Look, really I’m doing them a favor. Unless I crush them, not just break their heart, but utterly snuff the life out of it, they just keep coming back for more. The whining and clinging drag on and on and on. I’ve found its cleaner this way and there is a certain energizing hatred that emerges to carry them across the gulf of their broken-hearted despair. Besides, it’s just a lot less hassle for me.”

But, Silva? Silva wasn’t a whiner. Silva wasn’t a clinger. She wasn’t a drag, and certainly not a hassle, nor a hater. And, that’s what made it all the more strange, unbelievable. Silva made friends with everyone. She was pert and sassy. And, if she wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous, she also wasn’t hard to look at. No, Silva was beautiful and what she appeared like on the outside really didn’t matter because you instantly like what she had inside. Jeez, Ray even liked Silva almost as much as he liked himself. For a while.

Author’s note: Sorry, it’s hard to write a love story using five break-up lines. Hope you find this amusing anyway.

Georgia came home from work. It was Friday night, and she felt like going out for dinner, maybe dancing afterwards. She threw her keys on the kitchen counter and walked into the living room to see what Walter was up to.

Walter was lieing on the couch in his undershirt and boxer shorts. He had a can of beer on the table, and he was absorbed in Jerry Springer’s show.

“Walter, there’s a thin line between love and hate, and it’s times like these that come dangerously close to pushing me over the line,” Georgia told him. “Now go clean up and change. I want to go out tonight.”

“Aw, honey,” Walter protested. “I was all comfie here on the couch. Can’t we just order a pizza and relax tonight?”

Georgia was getting too used to his excuses. She had initially been attracted to Walter because of his relaxed manner, but lately, his manner had become _too_ relaxed. He never seemed to want to leave the house or do anything entertaining.

Georgia sat down and heaved a deep sigh. “Walter, we need to talk.”

Walter could tell this was not going to be an enjoyable conversation. “You don’t have to paint me a picture,” he told her, pulling himself up into a sitting position.

“I used to love you, but it’s all over now,” said Georgia. “Please don’t feel badly. It’s not that you’re a bad person. I just think we want different things in life. We have different expectations about how life ought to be.”

“I understand,” said Walter, “and I understand what you have to do. I’m really sorry this didn’t work out. I was so hoping it would. This winter, when you are snuggled on the couch in front of the fire, close your eyes and think of me.”

Again, Georgia sighed, and walked over to the phone. She dialed a number. “Hello? Yes, this is Georgia Long. I’d like to exercise the exchange agreement under our contract. My contract number is P105468X. . . . . That’s right . . . . 204 Elm Street . . . . Yes, please send over a model with evening clothes this time. . . . . Thanks very much. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

Not too much later a van pulled up into Georgia’s driveway. It had “Rent-a-companion” painted on the side, and there was a graphic of a happy, smiling woman with an attractive man standing in the backgound behind her.

Two burly men rang Georgia’s doorbell and she let them in. “Where is he?” one of them asked. Georgia pointed to the living room.

Walter had gathered up his few things and was sitting in a chair, holding them on his lap. The two men from Rent-a-Companion got on either side, picked him up chair and all, and hauled him out to the van. “See you later, alligator,” Georgia whispered as he was loaded into the back of the van, and secured.

The two burly men brought in a handsome man who introduced himself as Armando. He was dressed in a nice pair of slacks and a sport coat, with an open-collared shirt. He was clearly presentable to go to a nice dining establishment and out for drinks and dancing afterwards, and he seemed to be eager to get started.

Georgia told Armando to make himself comfortable, and then went to clean up and change for the evening. She was certainly glad she had signed that contract with Rent-a-Companion. Instead of having to adjust to the self-centered whims of some husband, whose tastes may or may not coincide with hers at any given moment, all she needed to do was call the service and exercise her option to have them deliver a different guy to fit her mood. She ordered Walter when she was in a “stay-at-home, less-drama-is better” phase. Now that she wanted to go out, Armando would fill the bill nicely.