Food affair!!! can you write a story using these delectable goodies?
2) Ummm!! Tastes just like chicken!!!
3) This is truly the nectar of the God’s!
4) I scream, you scream , we all scream for……
5) Ripe red cherries.
Favorite Answer
Gertrude was about to come home. Herbert was drawing a bubble bath for her. He poured lilac bath salts into the water, and some of her favorite bubble bath. He had candles arranged on the ledge surrounding the tub. Earlier in the day, he had gone to Laura Ashley and bought a very thick, fluffy white terry robe and white slippers.
As Gertrude pulled into the driveway, Herbert lit the candles, and met her at the door. “You look very tired, dear,” he told her, kissing her lightly on the base of her neck. I think you need a bath and a light snack before dinner.
Gertrude giggled when she saw the bath. She gave Herbert a big kiss, got undressed, and climbed into the tub. Herbert brought Gertrude a plate of chocolate kisses and ripe red cherries. Then he brought a chilled bottle of champagne and two champagne flutes.
“This is truly the nectar of the gods!” exclaimed Gertrude as she sipped her champagne and nibbled on the fruit and chocolate. “Tell me, dear, what do you have planned for the main course?” she teased.
“Ummmm!! Tastes just like chicken!!!” Herbert sighed, evading her question suggestively.
“Well, I scream, you scream, we all scream for something tender and juicy, don’t we?” Gertrude laughed. “If we’re going to be bad tonight, we might as well do it right,”
By this time, Gertrude had had enough chocolate and cherries, and the bathwater was starting to cool a bit. She thought she’d try on that new robe for size, have another glass of champagne, and see what was in store for the next course.
“This is truly the nectar of the God’s”, I said.
“Ummm… tastes just like chicken”, said Dweezil.
“What are you talking about,” I replied. “That doesn’t make any sense you fool, it’s ice cream, not chicken!”
Johnny said to Cherry, “Honey, can I have some of your chocolate kisses?”
Cherry looked into Johnny’s eyes. You could tell he was thinking “I scream, you scream, we all scream for kisses!”
Cherry said, “Okay Johnny. But just to warn you, they are very sweet…”
He kissed her and he said, “This is truly the nectar of the gods!”
Cherry whispered and said, “Your lips taste just like chicken.”
Circa 1876
” Del Shaninski…….The Little Runaway”
The Sunday School picnic was in full swing. Preacher Profitt and his wife loved to host one of these twice a month during the summertime. Sunshine MacGillicutty and her boyfriend, U.S.Marshal Matt Dillon, had volunteered to help out.
Matt:” I don’t know WHY I said I would do this. I’d much rather spend the day fishing……..For YOU!!!” He grabbed her as she headed out the door. Matt yelled in a feigned manner:
” I WON’T go. I protest!!”
Sunshine:” (4) I scream, you scream , we all scream for a reprieve from our obligations……But here’s the deal………
MOVE IT, buckaroo!”
When they arrived, Preacher Profitt breathed a sigh of relief…..”Whew! I wasn’t sure you two were coming.”
Sunshine smiled at Matt…….”Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Preacher P.”
Mrs. Profitt handed them both a glass of her homemade juice drink.
Sunshine:” Hmmmmmm. (3) This is truly the nectar of the Gods!”
Preacher Profitt and his wife gasped!
Preacher P.:”When oh WHEN will your sense of humor TRUELY reflect your faith:
Matt and Sunny headed over to a long table, laden with delicious food.
Matt:”Ahhhhhhhh……. (5) Ripe red cherries.” He grabbed a handful.
Sunshine took a bite out of a drumstick. She looked at the Profitts…..”(2) Ummm!! Tastes just like……… chicken!!!” She wanted to say something funny but reckoned they couldn’t take anymore of her humor.
Mrs. Profitt to her husband:”What is WRONG with that girl, father?!”
Preacher P.:”Only GOD knows …….SHALL WE GIVE THANKS BEFORE WE EAT!!!” As always, it was not a request!
Prayer:
“And Father. Let us always remember that there is but ONE GOD!” He opened an eye and glared at Sunny. ” ONE GOD I SAY !!!!!!! Can I get an ‘amen’?”
Matt yelled out ,”AMEN!” Sunshine jumped a mile. She poked him in the ribs and whispered,” Pssst! He’s referring to ME, you know. I’d appreciate a little support.”
Matt:”Sorry, babe. Sometimes that guy really gets to me.”
Sunshine:”Jesus.”
As the day progressed, even Matt was having fun……Until Mrs. Profitt started screaming:”Little Della is gone!!!!!”
They searched everywhere….No Della to be found. Matt rode off in search. Della Shaninski, who preferred to be called, DEL, was a bit of a runaway. She came from a long line of runaways. Her mother’s nickname was even,
“Runaround Sue.”
When Sue found out that her little Della had run off again, she lamented:
â« “I wawawawawonder. Why. Wawawawawhy she ran away. And I wonder where she will stay……………………
My little runaway. â«”
Preacher Profitt, upon the conclusion of “Runaround Sue’s”
little song……”Is EVERY woman in this town a little tetched in the head??!!”
Sunshine:” MATT !!” Matt came riding in with Della .
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“Runaround Sue” grabbed her daughter…..”Where WERE you??!!!”
Della:” Ohhhhh, mama. I wish you wouldn’t worry, so.”
Matt:”I found her behind the candy counter in the General Store.”
“Runaround Sue” hugged Della and kissed her………
“Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay….(1) Chocolate kisses !! Yummy.”
