The rules are simple. Look at the photo below. Stare at it if you must. Whatever you have to do to get in the prize zone, do it. After you've gone cross-eyed or come up with a brilliant idea, submit it in a comment. You can either write a caption or the opening line of a story. If the creative juices are really flowing, feel free to submit a short poem of no more than 10 lines.
The top 3 entries, judged by moi, will be entered in a poll beginning Saturday, and running for a few days to give everyone a chance to vote.
The winner will receive via the US Postal Services, a prize of my choosing and of indeterminable value, probably not wrapped in the above manner. Doesn't that sound fun? No? Do it anyway. Your creative nature is screaming to get out!
Okay, here's the contest photo:
[I can already hear it "speaking" to you...so go ahead, post your thoughts!]
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24 comments:
I don't want to enter the contest, since I'm rushing by here before leaving the house early, I am thinking the monkey is saying "WTF?" or "You did WHAT?" but anyway, can't wait to come back and read the entries!!!
Diane stared into the mirror in horror - staring back at her was a side-effect of high-end wrinkle cream more horrifying than she ever imagined possible.
Me too, Kathryn. :) Have a good day, friend.
Lori, El-Oh-El!
"Not the hairbrush again!!"
Wow,
Oren is a real person. Scary.
Oren
Terri, bad childhood memories, eh?
Oren.....you know you'd never wear that color shirt! :)
"Oh no, Ethel! They're bringing out the bananas again. You know I can't stand bananas!"
(You've been tagged, by the way.)
Ami, LOL. Huh, tagged?
Scene: Grayce was so excited when she finally decided to try out the new local beauty salon. She went in to get her hair dyed, a facial and a perm. Everything seemed to be going great until she looked into the mirror. She politely walked up to the reception desk and the clerk took one look at her, opened the cash drawer and counted out Grayce's refund. The clerk turned to Margie, the owner and said, "Are you sure the product bottles are marked correctly?"
Best I can do this early in the morning. But working with the Cosmetology department at the College, I see this happening more than you could ever imagine.
"But...you said the secret microfilm showing where Jimmy Hoffa is buried was hidden in the green banana, not in the yellow one!"
BUUURP!
"My gas bill is HOW much?"
Ok, not very original. But I played!
"I need some huggage."
Ang, that really is scary! :)
LOL, MLH. Good one!
Melissa, I am so enjoying this.
Aww, Carrie. Huggage AND squeezage coming your way, just in case you're projecting into that fabulously precious little monkey: (((((Carrie)))))) :)
Caption: "So many bananas!!!!"
Colby, I KNOW you ain't talkin' 'bout the good folks here! hehe
"What? A root canal?!?!?"
"Oh NO, Not Me! Why was I picked to replace the Ledbetter's pet?"
The response..."Well, it's because you will fit right in with all their 'monkeying around'."
An Evolving of Mind
I don't believe this
his mouth did drop,
I'm hairy and bald
and like to shop
My cravings for cream pie
and banana splits
are out of control
and oh, these darn nits
I'm swinging from shelves
looking for trees
relieving myself
with the greatest of ease
No time for Science
or self induced theories
could my new found condition
be any less dreary?
Man was to evolve
not to backstroke
is this a strange lesson
or a really bad joke?
Who would ever guess
that a follower like me
of Darwinian studies
and philosophies
would be trying to talk
with not much success?
an "ooooh" and a screech
shows my verbal distress
am I to live out my days
as a toothy primate?
I'm humbled dear God
at this eroding fate
Then suddenly
from his bed did he rise
checked in his mirror
and what did he surmise?
A man, now tall
indignations; small size
he prayed,"I'm so sorry,"
how I've been so unwise..."
Barbara, eeeeeek, that made me shiver! Good one. ;)
Haha, dear friend Trudy!!!
(I really have always wanted a pet monkey, tho.)
pennink, all I can say about that is W.O.W.! So glad you played along. I'll be reading this over several times.
Setting: suburban living room, 1958
"Aw, come on Mom! Please? All the other guys are doing it! None of the girls pay any attention to me. Gee, I'd even wash the supper dishes for a week..." Johnny's voice trailed off, disappointment oozing from every pore, his pleading eyes and trembling lip, more than a mother could take.
Linda eye's welled up, yet she almost giggled. Her little boy was becoming quite the young man and he had her firmly wrapped around each of his opposable thumbs. She turned back to the telephone receiver.
"Well, what was that outburst all about?" demanded her husband, John "All I could hear was 'all the other guys are doing it.' Should I be worried? Is it time for THE TALK?"
At that, Linda broke down, unable to contain herself, any longer. Between gales of laughter, she explained young Johnny's dilemma.
It seemed that his hair was the object of his angst... not only was it red, it was dry and unruly... the boys called him "Bozo" and the girls giggled when he walked by.
As John's rumbling laughter died away, he said, "Put him on the phone, Linda."
"Hi Dad - so what do you think? Am I old enough, now?"
"Son,"said John, "today you are a man. I'll pick some up at the drugstore on the way home tonight. But always remember..."
Johnny interrupted at this point and in cracking falsetto, warbled "Brylcreem - a little dab'll do ya!"
Angie ~ I looked back and discovered I'd broken all the rules, so have a chuckle on me, anyway! ~ Deb
Oh, wow, I'm here too late. I can't compete with all this! But it's a great photo. :)
Kimberly, thanks for stopping by. I'll check out your linkage...but, be warned...I don't know nuffin' 'bout birthin' no video!
Deb, I so enjoyed that. And, PS, I pretty much subscribe to the theory that rules are meant to be bent or broken, as long as no one gets hurt. :)
Never too late, Janna. Throw one in the hat!
"What do you mean, Twilight is sold out?"
LOL, Debbie girl.
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