Acrochallenge!
Hello to everyone, welcome to Monday, and welcome to yet another pee-your-pants-with-excitement round of acromania.
I'm stuck for a topic. I'm just flat-out stuck. So I'm going to make one up on the spot. How about "It Happened At A Wedding." (There you go, that's the joy of watching TV - you see a commercial with girls traipsing around in wedding gowns, and an acrotopic is born.) Did Uncle Fred get drunk and dance the cha-cha? Did Mom cry? Did the ring bearer kick the flower girl in the shin? You tell me.
All the other rules are the same. Everyone gets three entries to come up with the best acronym they can that not only matches the topic above, but the letters below, which are drawn from the good old acrobasket. The acrobasket is a confirmed bachelor, but then again, he hasn't met my pink Easter basket, either. Then I'll be judging at around 10pm est and announcing the winners, who'll get the honor of being my bride or groom, and the rest of you can drink a toast to our everlasting happiness.
So the topic is "It Happened At A Wedding." The letters:
S R E F T W
Now, walk down that aisle and acro.
Betland's Olympic Update:
* My dinner's in the oven. I really have to go now.
9 Comments:
She recited everlasting faithfulness, then wept.
Sensing Rochelle's eagerness, Fred teasingly winked.
Soused Robert -- ejected from the wedding.
Someone really emitted foul things - wacko.
Simon ralphed, emptying fried, tortured watermelon.
Singing really ethereally, Fred tossed, wanked.
S R E F T W
Sister ralphed. Everyone felt terrible. Wine!
Strippers ruined everything. Family talked wildly.
So, rum evenly flowed. Time warped
Surreptitiously, Ralph's engagement followed tasteful wedding.
Soused romantic frolicked toward widowhood.
Skanky Rachel's elopement frock twasn't white.
Shit, Reverend Eddie fucked Tom's wife.
Sue's ring evidently featured tiny wings.
Sandy's receptionist eagerly fellated Tom Watson.
Eric! Eric is here!
Solemn Reverend. Eloquent. Farted. Tainted Wedding.
Sam Ran. Elopement? Forget this wedding.
Susan Ralphed Everywhere. Flowergirl's Tulips Wilted.
Steve, Roger excitedly frolicked towards weddedness.
Sister's reputation ensured; father's tumultuous weeping.
Someone, reportedly Elizabeth, frisked the waitstaff.
Uh, that last one was me.
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