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This is my daughter's list of spelling words for the week:

paper
jargon
storm
gossip
anecdote
nicotine
shrapnel
mob
amphibian
cobweb
crusade
maelstrom
game
empire
alert
janitor
boycott
talent
curfew
magazine


Seems like a motley crue of words, but it looks for fun sentence-making. Soooooo, write a paragraph using as many of these words as possible. The paragraph must make sense, but can be nonsensical, of course.



Knock yourselves out.

Think of this as a good brain-cleansing activity to prepare for BN Feud.

I was thrust into the maelstrom after my name appeared attached to some nasty gossip in a trashy magazine. The storm has yet to pass, shrapnel is still flying, as the angry mob descends upon my empire. As a result, a crusade has been launched to organize a boycott against the talent-free writers who spread the manure. This may also extend to the local paper, if it prints the same nonsense. The next step will be to alert the janitor, there is much trash of which we must dispose, including a huge cobweb in the corner. A curfew will be instituted, as well as a smoking ban to reduce the dependence on nicotine, until further notice. No amphibian as been harmed, nor jargon used, in the production of this anecdote. Game on.

Here is an interesting anecdote for you all that required little talent to write:
So I was reading a paper magazine at a coffee shop during a snow storm while smoking a nicotine cigarette, when a janitor came by and alerted me to a mob outside. I went to look and it was just a group of people waiting for a new video game at the store next door. I started to gossip with one of the kids in line who said the name of the game was "Crusade of the Empires". He apparently boycotted school to wait inline to get this game and planed on going to a friend’s house to play it all day. He figured he'd stay so late he'd miss his curfew. He then spouted out some gaming jargon I did not understand. Well, I decided to wait in line to see what the hullabaloo was all about. When I got inside the store, I looked at the box for game and there was a strange picture of a shrapnel eating amphibian caught in a maelstrom on the front cover. Thoroughly confused, I put the game back and walked back to the coffee shop to clear the cobwebs in my brain.

The alert janitor who worked for the gossip magazine empire was suffering nicotine withdrawal and decided to boycott the amphibian games that night. Too much inside jargon crap from the announcers and the storm, no maelstrom, of annecdotes that spewed forth from that no-talent hack would be like shrapnel to his ears. He would abide the curfew, in place to prevent the mob from launching a crusade against the newspaper when the rigged results were published and go home to wrap himself up in the cobwebs of his insanity with his bottle of Jim Beam and newspaper at hand.

hey ladies! these boys are makin' ya look bad!

The women of Buffett News were too busy catching up on the latest gossip in People magazine to put pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard, before the game ended. The empire survived the storm and remained intact as the cobweb was wiped away by the mob before the janitor had an opportunity to display his talent. An amphibian in the midst of a nicotine-induced stupor was drawn into the maelstrom just before curfew. We should probably issue an alert of an impending crusade, in case the women decided to boycott the thread. I'll duck now to avoid any shrapnel headed my way as a result of this anecdote, but at least I didn't use any jargon.

I was reading a paper filled with all kinds of jargon having to do with what happens during a storm.
As I finished I was reminded of some gossip I had heard, well maybe
More of an anecdote requarding a nutcase having a nicotine fit and throwing a shrapnel
Loaded bomb at a mob of amphibians. It seems in his cobweb clouded mind he was
On a crusade against them. The maelstrom of debris looked much like that left over
After a football game at empire field. An alert was sent out for the janitor but it seems
He was organizing a boycott due to the lack of talent on his team. So a curfew was
Called into effect. You can read about it tomorrow in the magazine.

They are all there in the order in which Mal gave them.

those all really rock.

come 'on people.

I was really lazy and tried to find a random sentence generator that I could plug the words into, but couldn't find one.

I used to deliver newspapers when I was four. One day, while on the job, I looked at the paper and decided to try to figure out this jargon I had been seeing for so long. I was caught in a storm and huddled under a mailbox, so I really had nothing better to do. I didn't really know how to read, but I flipped to this page called "gossip". It was all very confusing, but I kind of got the impression that there was an anecdote or two on the page. I thought I was really getting somewhere when all of the sudden a car came by and splashed the s*** out of me. The driver did apologize, and he threw me some weird tasting gum. I later found out that it was nicotine gum. He might as well have thrown shrapnel at me, because the damage he did is unfathomable. I've been buying cigarettes from the mob ever since. I later considered myself an amphibian addict because I was knee deep in water when exposed to the cobweb of addiction. But I soon began a crusade to stop this maelstrom I had been caught in. In fact it became a game for me, and if I won, I would win an empire. While on this crusade, I started to feel a little more alert. The janitor of my building even commended me for my boycott to the system. He thought I had real talent, but I guess that talent had a curfew, because I still buy cigarettes from the mob. So the best I can do I guess, is to print this story in this magazine in hopes that no four year olds will ever deliver newspapers again!

By the way, how old is Victoria again? That is a very strange spelling list! How do you go from mob to maelstrom? I had to look up maelstrom.

it is too early to think of anything even close to being as good as the stuff above............ great reading in the morning!!!

I'm bored

The magazine ownership kicked up a storm of protest, almost to the point of the mob starting a boycott, when they fired the janitor for missing a cobweb on his daily rounds. The talent was spread so thin an alert was issued to the media empire controlled by the amphibian-like trolls in the executive suite warning them of a crusade of gossip started by the jargon police. In an attempt to calm his nerves, the game warden took out a rolling paper infused with nicotine and rolled himself a big fattie before curfew. Ducking for cover to avoid the shrapnel flying to and fro as the maelstrom swirled around him, he thought to himself "This anecdote sucks donkey units."

we used to do this for homework... and god only knows i have enough of that...

So you should be pretty good at it.

Burny Charles wrote:By the way, how old is Victoria again? That is a very strange spelling list! How do you go from mob to maelstrom? I had to look up maelstrom.

She's 11 going on 30.

Hurry up, Mal. Larry needs next week or last week's spelling list.

Burny Charles wrote:By the way, how old is Victoria again? That is a very strange spelling list! How do you go from mob to maelstrom? I had to look up maelstrom.

Ha ha, so did I.