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Related: Culture Forums, Support ForumsMatch Game Story: "Lucius C. Ganglebottom eagerly spread his waiting ___ for some filthy hillbilly."
Ten words or more in the blank space to make a horrific and/or beautiful story.
Have fun with it!
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)bait, a ruthless beauty of a necromancer in disguise as a trap for some filthy hillbilly.
The motherfuckinscumbag was running rampant through the south east.
Abducting innocents on their way home.
Just a lonely soul on the bus. Unaware of the dangers lurking, waiting, watching.
A Necromancer would be needed. Santino was back. Stalking. Seducing. Lusting.
Taking pleasure. Discarding the deflowered victims. Leaving damage beyond repair.
The deed once done cannot be repaired.
The Necromancer must win. She has help. Japhrimel has intertwined his power with the beautiful Samantha. They have become one. Non stoppable.
The end is near for Santino. How many victims will fall prey?
ohiosmith
(24,262 posts)In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)Rabrrrrrr
(58,349 posts)"some filthy hillbilly" is supposed to be the final phrase of the story, not of just the first sentence - but still, you wrote a wonderful story!
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)]i] I got carried away in the moment.
How many more will fall prey to some filthy hillbilly?
I'll get it right next time.
Rabrrrrrr
(58,349 posts)And that would have been a brilliant ending.
Gorp
(716 posts)msanthrope
(37,549 posts)Match Game Story: "Lucius C. Ganglebottom eagerly spread his waiting ___ for some filthy hillbilly."
http://www.democraticunderground.com/1018315569
REASON FOR ALERT:
This post is disruptive, hurtful, rude, insensitive, over-the-top, or otherwise inappropriate. (See <a href="http://www.democraticunderground.com/?com=aboutus#communitystandards" target="_blank">Community Standards</a>.)
ALERTER'S COMMENTS:
"Filthy hillbilly" is a pejorative term for Appalachian whites
You served on a randomly-selected Jury of DU members which reviewed this post. The review was completed at Mon Feb 25, 2013, 11:38 AM, and the Jury voted 0-6 to LEAVE IT.
Juror #1 voted to LEAVE IT ALONE and said: No explanation given
Juror #2 voted to LEAVE IT ALONE and said: "The person who sent the alert wrote: "Filthy hillbilly" is a pejorative term for Appalachian whites".
Alert Fail. It's Teh Lounge for shits sake. Only a filthy hillbilly would be offended by the term. Signed - Cracker ass cracker.
Juror #3 voted to LEAVE IT ALONE and said: What a stupid alert.
Juror #4 voted to LEAVE IT ALONE and said: No explanation given
Juror #5 voted to LEAVE IT ALONE and said: Well, actually I expect it wouldn't be too difficult to find a filthy hillbilly. In fact, I have seen quite a few. The post refers to SOME filthy hillbilly. It does not assert that all hillbillies are filthy. I think the poster is riffing on the movie "Deliverance", which has quite a few filthy hillbillies and some pretty good banjo music. And Burt Reynolds.
It seems that the objective of this OP is to find a way to gently insert something non sexual into a sexually charged sentence by lubricating the term within the warm and inviting confines of the lounge while avoiding the harsh mistress of community standards. Little did the poster know the scat that would erupt from the use of term "filthy hillbilly" to pop him in the eye with a PC right on the money shot. They'll sneak up behind you every time and the least we can do is to try and reach around such a prickly issue and squeeze out some compassion for the linguistic silliness that runs naked through the lounge.
Juror #6 voted to LEAVE IT ALONE and said: My jury service for the day, and I get called to a Lounge post? Please. Just stop.
Thank you very much for participating in our Jury system, and we hope you will be able to participate again in the future.
In_The_Wind
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Sekhmets Daughter
(7,515 posts)The best line ever written on, or about, DU...bar none! And I love the Lounge!
In_The_Wind
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Sekhmets Daughter
(7,515 posts)Is this your new motto?
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)Sekhmets Daughter
(7,515 posts)I love it....just as long as I stay out of trouble.
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)all who follow must choose their pathway carefully.
or not. throwing all caution to the wind.
Yavin4
(35,441 posts)Brilliant.
Sekhmets Daughter
(7,515 posts)Rabrrrrrr
(58,349 posts)but I eventually made it through.
Pure gold!
Thanks for sharing!
Rabrrrrrr
(58,349 posts)Rabrrrrrr, avoiding the harsh mistress of community standards since 2002.
Can you believe I just passed my 11th anniversary here?
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)[img][/img]
Rabrrrrrr
(58,349 posts)I imagine I am one of few left from that long ago.
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)You have been here longer than I have.
I do remember when you weren't pleased with a comment I made about New York being the city that never sleeps.
ohiosmith
(24,262 posts)cloth laying on the ground before him. As he emptied the wicker basket he marveled at the feast he would soon enjoy. The decanter of stomach bile with just the right amount of blood and urine to mellow it. The silver chaffing dish that would soon be warming the mixture of testicles, pituitary and thyroid glands. And finally, the tar-tare of heart, kidney and liver.
His joy would be complete, if only, he had lung! But, they had to be discarded. Damaged from years of smoking! Next time, and there would be many next times, he would be more discriminating, and not so frugal. Not shop the vendors of Appalachia, but Manhattan or Boston. He would pay the going rate for quality, and not try to save a few dollars by bargaining for some filthy hillbilly.
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)Rabrrrrrr
(58,349 posts)Many bravos!
Tuesday Afternoon
(56,912 posts)In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)Tuesday Afternoon
(56,912 posts)In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)just askin'
Dr. Strange
(25,921 posts)Lucius C. Ganglebottom eagerly spread his waiting nose hairs, preparing them for the weekly plucking. The nasal passages must be cleared, for tonight he was to dine with Sarah Feimos, the legendary dealer of horrific art. Any creation that dabbled in the macabre, she had seen it. And in many cases, dealt with itmost intimately.
She hardly ever consented to dine with anyone, and Lucius was as nervous as a topless Jane Russell in a room full of starving, sharp-toothed infants. But he knew this was his shot at glory and fame. And he wasnt about to let it pass.
Sarah showed up at the Olive Garden exactly three minutes late. She was always fashionably late; like a sequined pointy bra that always shows up three minutes late, she was. She refused wine, insisting on only having the breadsticks and cannoli.
After finishing his pasta, Lucius decided that it was go time. I want you to be my agent! he sputtered.
Sarah smiled, like a Hall and Oates song. She clearly had been expecting this. Youre a rather bold one, arent you Lucius?
Lucius exhaled. Well, maam, one doesnt go through life with a name like Ganglebottom without being, at times, audacious.
Sarah giggled, like a Spice Girls song. Before I can become your agent, youll have to come back to my place and
convince me.
Oh, I can be quite convincing!
Sarah rose from her seat, like a Spinal Tap song going all the way to ten, but stopping there and not quite going over the cliff. Lets take my car.
INTERLUDE
At her apartment, Sarah took charge, like a cokehead with a Visa machine. Remove your clothes! she commanded. Three seconds later (Lucius could strip like a professional stripper on fast forward), Sarah explained the rules. She pointed to a canvas in the corner; On that canvas, I want you to paint a picture. Your picture must incorporate three things: a reference to Star Wars, a reference to Dune, and a reference to Pulp Fiction. She pointed to a desk in another corner. On that piece of paper, prove that the logarithm base 2 of 3 is an irrational number. She pointed to a second desk in another corner. On that computer, log into democraticunderground.com and start a flame war using only posts with haiku. She pointed to a counter near a corner of the kitchen. On that card, give me your best chicken recipe. She pointed to another corner of the room, with a sound board and a recording studio. With this studio, create the worst music possible.
Damn, Lucius replied, you got a lot of corners in here.
You have ten hours, Sarah warned. Good luck.
For ten hours, the naked Lucius worked his Ganglebottom off.
When Sarah returned, Lucius was drenched in sweat, but beaming with pride. Are you ready for your judgment? she asked.
Judge away!
Sarah picked up the card in the kitchen, and read:
Ingredients
1 cup mayonnaise
4 teaspoons prepared yellow mustard
1/2 cup parmesan cheese
4 cups finely crushed corn flakes
2 lbs boneless chicken breasts
salt
pepper
Directions
1 Salt and pepper your chicken breasts.
2 Mix first three ingredients together in a shallow bowl.
3 Coat chicken breast with this mixture, then cover with crushed cornflakes.
4 Place chicken breasts in lightly greased Pyrex baking dish.
5 Can be made up to 1 day ahead.
She nodded in satisfaction. Most righteous, she said.
She then moved to the recording studio, put the headphones on, and listened to Lucius production. He had successfully recreated the entire Nickelback oeuvre. Excellent.
She read his proof. Proof by contradiction. Nice.
She logged into DU and skimmed the threads.
I like Ralph Nader
He speaks the truth and I want
To bear his children.
People from the south
Are barely smarter than those
Members of Peta.
Guess who demanded
To see my Best Buy receipt?
Hillary Clinton.
I dont tip that much
In restaurants; at least not
If they allow kids.
Laura Branigan
An artist before her time:
Needed autotune.
Wow, banned after twenty posts. Sarah was impressed. She even read the PPR message:
Disrupting poorly
This troll has been PPRed.
And wont beaw, fuck it I hate haikus. EarlG
Finally, she gazed upon Lucius painting. Her breath was taken away, as if the Hamburglar had decided to start stealing breath, instead of McDonalds hamburgers.
Yes, Lucius! Oh yes. You shall be my client! You have performed well. Come, let us consummate our new professional relationship.
And consummate it, they did. But we shant go into details, because we dont want to be alerted on and have juror #5 take me for some filthy hillbilly.
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)[img][/img][img][/img]in the wind
Rabrrrrrr
(58,349 posts)Genius!
Absolute genius!!
Dr. Strange
(25,921 posts)The Lounge ByLaws specifically state that Rabrrrrrr's Match Game Stories shall only be held on Wednesdays. You've violated the Great Convention. I am tempted to call for kanly. It is my right. But I shall hold fast, like a righteous Fremen.
Rabrrrrrr
(58,349 posts)Look in that place that you fear to go, and you will see that Match Game Story is now a Sunday event, but see also that players are allowed to post on any day of the week in which they choose, so long as they are not doing it on CHOAM corporate time, unless they clock out first. Did you hear that? Unless they clock out first!!!
Now, to my suspensors to float over the Elysium Fields and drop burning bags of dung on heroes and young lovers!
Dr. Strange
(25,921 posts)You have offended not only me, but ALL ten members of House Strange!
Mark my words, even though the Great Convention prevents the use of atomics, you will feel the sting of our house fireworks! And my Mentat will plot your very overthrow! (Now, granted, he's not so much a mentat as an accountant who's lucky with numbers, but still. He spent time delivering pizzas on Ginaz.)
Plans within plans, thought Dr. Strange, but not plans within plans within plans, 'cause that makes my head hurt.
Rabrrrrrr
(58,349 posts)for you to have a serious upbraiding from the Bene Gesserit! Probably not a reverend mother, maybe not even a minor player.
But expect it!!!
You shall rue the day for it shall waste 10, maybe 15 minutes, of your life WHICH YOU WILL NEVER GET BACK!, and you will know that it is I, Baron Dr. Rabrrrrrr Harkonnen, who encompass your doom!
Wheels, thought Rabrrrrrr. Donuts, he thought next. Tomorrow I get to poop again. As he walked away, his foot still in a bucket of sandtrout he was going to use as bait before he forget he'd planned to go fishing. I need my chitbook. Where's my chitbook?