"Love of my life, drainer of my manhood, I don't think we need to distract this bunch quite that much..." Blade supported his statement by grabbing Chiff's caminsole and returning it to prone position. "If I heard the ICE man correctly, they want us up with the snow birds to send these Canadian Geese packing!"

Pony Boy shook off the six citrus pickers who thought he was the one issuing number for Chiff's offer of a little lip action on their Tonka tools, pushed Bounty's head out of the crotch of a rather mannish looking Statie with a mustache and a serious pair of granny knockers and piped up.

"Um, I don't have my shots and I'm allergic to North Dakota. I think the dog and I will stay here with our eyes covered to save our retinas from all that excess sunshine reflecting off all these white Canadian bellies and you two can go off and save America!" His voice had changed pitch at least three times, mostly because one old geezer had apparently misheard Chiff's invitation to the Statie and was actively trying to squeeze his wrinkled member under Pony Boy's camo Dion costume.

"But who's gonna run for the Mickey D's when the need is upon us, huh? Straighten the straps on that evening gown, son, pull up your pantyhose and lets get the dog loaded on the chopper!"

Chiff patted her knock-off Coach hobo bag and gave her patented (it really was, she has the legal paperwork to prove it,) secret smile as her hands caressed the handcuffs, pistols, night sticks, pepper spray cannisters and concussion grenades she had lifted off the Statie. The business card of the crop duster she had tucked into her 'girlie' bag. Blade would NEVER look among her tampons and suppositories. A request to pick up a box while he was at the Albertson to get his Sierra lagers and Pony Boys Zinfandel ponies usually had him sputtering his way out the door and delayed his return at least long enough for her to complete her landing strip wax at !Mama Mia!s waxing parlor. Hey, Blade was always ready to go but she'd heard pilots could take you higher.

OMG! Who woke this thing up?

Well, some of it was pretty bad and some of it was rather disorganized but it looked like a lot of fun....

Well, perm, it was a lot of fun.

It seems rather disorganized because it was. But, that was part of it, and that was because, at times, people were writing the next part as they saw it while other people were writing the next part as they saw it and then, depending on who posted first...well, you get the picture but that's how the story jumped about. At the same time writers were writing and learning.

"Tag, Your're It!" is a good exercise for stimulating imagination and I think helped in ways a lot of good stories to be written.

The other "Tag, Your It" that I can remember are;

"Fredia"

"Winter of Learning"

"When Boomers Attack"

"The Alley"

"Turkey Day"

also The Best Little Muse House in Texas...

Yes, and thanks, Michael. I remembered that crazy tag but couldn't remember the name. When are you going to start a new tag, eh?

Yes, "The Alley" and "The Best Little Muse House in Texas" were my favorites, mostly because I felt I did my own beast work in them, and logged on every day, hoping to advance the plot. Of course, it's disorganized. It's fiction by committee, and any whoever can de-rail your idea, by simply stating the train ran off the tracks, or the Latin lover was gay, or what-have-you.

perm discoverd an old work because it stimulated her imagination I would guess. These stories are old, but the format could be mighty stimulating to some people new to here. It's a worhty cause. Who wants to start?

perm? *Westerly sweeps her right hand up in a gesture of invitation*