BUFFETT STORY LINE

RAGTOP · Post by **RAGTOP** » May 17, 2002 10:55 am

I've decided I don't want to do anymore work on this Friday so I came up with an idea. Let's start a Jimmy Buffettesque story. I'll start the story and then each following post will continue the story as they wish.

Rules:
1. Your post cannot be anymore then 5 sentences long.
2. You cannot post back to back.
3. Try to keep with the JB theme.
4. Try to keep it somewhat clean (rules were meant to be broken)

I think that's it: I'll start (I love my job)

All the aggrevation and years of turmoil had come to a boiling point. 35 year old Charles Steak (get it) decided his marriage wasn't worth saving. A 7 year marriage was quickly coming to an end and with no responsibilities of childeren and a dead end job as nightime security guard he knew he needed to leave lanlocked Colorado for a brighter future. He headed to the globe spun it as fast as he could and his fingered landed on...

PA PAR8 HED · Post by **PA PAR8 HED** » May 17, 2002 11:06 am

…and his finger landed on Anchorage, Alaska. No, that wouldn’t do. That was heading in the wrong direction. He needed to feel the sun on his back and the sand in his toes. He never wanted to put on that winter coat again. He spun the globe once more, this time his finger slid much closer to the center of the globe and landed on…

LuvBigFloppers · Post by **LuvBigFloppers** » May 17, 2002 11:09 am

Siberia?? Hell no, he thought! I need coconuts flapping in the breeze and all the hoochie mama's I can choose. Jamaica!! Yeah, the best ganja in the world, so he packed up his crap and took the first plane out.

Delta Parrot · Post by **Delta Parrot** » May 17, 2002 11:11 am

.....Galveston Tx, and he thought this might be a d*mn fine place to go so he packed up the Yugo, waited till his wife passed out and pushed the car down the drive....

NYCPORT · Post by **NYCPORT** » May 17, 2002 11:12 am

Bora Bora...What could be better than starting over with beautiful French speaking Polynesian women surrounding him. There was just one problem. He didn't know how to speak French or Polynesian.

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Ia Ora Te Natura
E Mea Arofa Teie Ao Nei
Ua Oau Te Maitai No Te Fenua
Te Vai Noa Ra Te Ora O Te Mitie
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DenverBrian · Post by **DenverBrian** » May 17, 2002 11:12 am

....The midle of the Atlantic. That won't do either. Living on a boat just seemed like to much of a leap for Charles. Being a native of Colorado he didn't know how to sail so he gave the globe one last spin. Looks like...

Delta Parrot · Post by **Delta Parrot** » May 17, 2002 11:14 am

.......Atlantic City NJ. full of loose women and Atlantic beaches.....

2fla · Post by **2fla** » May 17, 2002 11:18 am

(I'm going to continue on NYCPORTS)....

.....so he grabbed himself a "Speak French in less than 5 Days" instructional tape, packed a bag and started on the journey of his life. Leaving the cold and snow behind, he took the first plane out. His first stop was......

BottleofRum · Post by **BottleofRum** » May 17, 2002 11:28 am

....The island of Great Woods, where else in the world could be as much fun, well now that you asked......

NYCPORT · Post by **NYCPORT** » May 17, 2002 11:44 am

Where he met up with a bunch of crazy people in RV's wearing grass skirts flowered shirts and partying like animals. After talking to a few of the Pholks for a while some express an interest in joining him on his adventure to Bora Bora...

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Ia Ora Te Natura
E Mea Arofa Teie Ao Nei
Ua Oau Te Maitai No Te Fenua
Te Vai Noa Ra Te Ora O Te Mitie
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Sailon · Post by **Sailon** » May 17, 2002 11:48 am

was the customs line at the Bora Bora airport. While standing in line he stared out at the old air force base and the surrounding palm fringed motu. He was only a 20 minute boat ride from the village of Vaitape where he would trade in his hiking boots for...

NYCPORT · Post by **NYCPORT** » May 17, 2002 11:51 am

Rum!!!

CAblondestranger · Post by **CAblondestranger** » May 17, 2002 12:00 pm

…He couldn’t think of a place. For that matter he couldn’t think of the last time he had fun, or felt happy. The Island of GreatWoods was good enough place as any to start participating in his life. Stepping off the airplane his lungs absorbed a breath of sticky warm air laced with hope. Looking around, the greens of the island and the long golden legs of the lady pilot couldn’t help but fill his exhausted head with ….

Sailon · Post by **Sailon** » May 17, 2002 12:01 pm

He grabbed his bottle of rum and checked out the paradise he had expatriated too. The view of the main island from the airport was truly breathtaking. With a skip and a hop he shed his Denver socks and bare footed his way down to the lagoon.

tnsna · Post by **tnsna** » May 17, 2002 12:09 pm

He knew that he would only be able to stay at the Bora Bora Lagoon Resort for a short time, as his funds would surely expire. He sat at the bar in the Hiro lounge gazing upon the majestic beauty of Motu Toopua. He noticed the smoke coming from the far end of the bar. He heard laughter that sent shivers up and down his spine. Charles sauntered over to where the laughter was coming from and saw......

Sailon · Post by **Sailon** » May 17, 2002 12:11 pm

a blonde stranger that was all goddess. Her eyes sparkeled with mischief and her body...

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GO FAST ENOUGH TO GET THERE, BUT SLOW ENOUGH TO SEE

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AlbatrossFlyer · Post by **AlbatrossFlyer** » May 17, 2002 12:19 pm

turning around on her bar stool, it was the gorgous pilot who flew him to the island. Join me for a drink, she purred.

Sailon · Post by **Sailon** » May 17, 2002 12:28 pm

"After this drink," she whispered, "I'm walking down to Point Matira. This is the warm waters that the Manta Rays frolick and mate"

RAGTOP · Post by **RAGTOP** » May 17, 2002 12:33 pm

seeing that Chuck Steak hadn't frolicked or mated in awhile he decided to go with her...

CAblondestranger · Post by **CAblondestranger** » May 17, 2002 12:33 pm

Charles scurried to take the barstool next to hers as the titian behind the bar poured him a glass of dark spicy rum. The beautiful blonde beauty smiled, and then turned to continue her conversation in French with the locals. She wasn’t from this island, be she very much belonged here. As she flirtatiously ignored the man she just bought a drink, he couldn’t help but notice how her golden hair and green eyes contrasted with the dark beauty of the locals. Sipping his rum he began to feel ………