Can you tell me a tale about butterflies, blue skies, and a bottle of whiskey?
4 Answers to "Can you tell me a tale about butterflies, blue skies, and a bottle of whiskey?"
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Nope. While I was laying out in the hammock under the blue sky sipping whiskey, she caught me and hit me in the head with the whiskey bottle. All the whiskey ran out and is gone. The darn birds circling my head ate all the butterflies and it will be 3 days before I can open my eyes enough to see the sky. But if she had not caught, loafing in the hammock, it would have been a darn good story.
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My son used to tell stories when he was little. Jurassic Park was big back then, so he was really into dinosaurs. His stories always started out with :
"Once upon a tiiiiiiime" ... (time being spoken long and in a whisper)
Then it was always some story about some t-rex munching people or other such gore.
So one day, I asked him "Can you tell mommy a nice story? Maybe one with flowers in a field?"
So he started ... "Once upon a tiiiiiiime"
"There was a field of flowers on a sunny day ... and then the big dinosaur stomped into the field and 'RAWR' ate all the flowers as he stomped on them!" 'RAWR'Like (1)
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D'oh! I forgot the whiskey! Sorry! "hic". LOL
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Actually it's wine ... and it was the last two glasses. I'm off too bed. I seem to have a low tolerance. LOL
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...love your use of alliteration!...I once was a caterpillar, crawling around in a junkyard...when, I felt instinct calling & without knowing it, crawled into an old empty whiskey bottle...there, I cocooned & spent time unnoticed...one day, as the very cover that had protected me for so long...fell away...I saw endless blue skies through the wavering glass bottle....felt my wet wings begin to dry...and found myself, transformed & fluttering by...& by...&...by...in as a butterfly!
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Posted by SilenceEvermore Sep 26th, 2012 at 10:15PM
Butterflies fluttered around the flowers
I muttered darkly into the wee hours
Stumbled out under skies of blue
Watched the butterflies fluttering anew
Took a swig of whiskey from my holy chalice
Growled softly in growing malice
Corked the bottle with this page
Lit it on fire, threw it at the flowers in rage
Watched the butterflies' wings singe and turn to ash
Like so many hopes and dreams when I run out of cash.
:D
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Reply by SilenceEvermore Sep 26th, 2012 at 10:17PM
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