When the grandsons are here, I often ask them to give me ideas on what to write for \u201cHappy Friday!!!\u201d installments. Well today I got some rather interesting (albeit random) suggestions. So as is the custom when they are here for a visit, I will try to incorporate their silliness into some of my silliness so the silliness is as silly as possible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Please to endure the bold italics that will be used to highlight their contributions, of which this sentence is not one, nor even part of one, it’s just a random sentence I decided to compose to annoy anyone who is not fond of run-on sentences that just seem to go on and on without any particular reason; with liberty and justice for all.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n OK. Time for the real silliness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When I first asked for a story idea, Gabe told me, \u201cI have ketchup plants growing out of my ears. The ketchup plants in my ears have giraffes biting them, I mean munching them.\u201d <\/strong><\/em>So I may (or may not) have answered thusly: \u201cOh really?? Is this the only way you can try to reach for that imitation toothpaste dispenser?? I’m not sure you understand how purple all those invisible milk molecules can be during a pancake storm. I’ll check back with you in a few weeks to see if you’ve invented any new cheese boppers.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabe left me no choice but to ask his older brother Ollie for some \u201cHappy Friday!!!\u201d fodder. \u201cOllie,\u201d I said calmly, \u201cdo you<\/strong><\/u><\/em> have any story ideas?\u201d Ollie smirked and then he began to fribble and vossilate while he chortled, \u201cThe clan of cats called The Geraldines were on the hunt for mosquitoes the size of a house; so they could cook them over a fire and yell at them for no reason.\u201d <\/strong><\/em>\u201cWell alrighty then,\u201d I shrugged, wondering if either of these two grandsons of mine had ever really understood the meaning of using Twinkies for a spare tire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In very short order their interest shifted back to their video games. \u201cThe villagers just keep mining,\u201d<\/strong><\/em> Ollie told Gabe. \u201cYeah, they’re not the smartest aliens in the book,\u201d<\/strong><\/em> Gabe replied. Upon asking for more input, a flurry of activity ensued…<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ollie: \u201cMy dog just ate all the bread in the house.\u201d<\/strong><\/em> Ollie: \u201cThe wall is bleeding burger grease.<\/strong><\/em>\u201c At this point, I said, \u201cthank you, and good night.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabe: \u201cMy nose is filled with ketchup.\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabe: \u201cIt can be anything random it doesn’t have to be funny? Sniggly boo!!\u201d<\/strong><\/em>
Ollie: \u201cHere we observe the bear and its natural habitat bathing with fried fish and soup. The moldy chicken nuggets that live in the pantry are raiding the village of onions.\u201d<\/strong><\/em>
Gabe: \u201cTurtle.\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n