The End.
― PuzzleMonkey (PuzzleMonkey), Saturday, 6 March 2004 12:38 (twenty-two years ago)
ugly guy falls in love with beautiful lady. she turns him down. this goes on for years. eventually, the deserve each other.
― jimshon, Sunday, 7 March 2004 12:24 (twenty-two years ago)
Monkey-faced mockney regurgitates cooking ideas established long ago by greater chefs, but is worshipped for saying "pukka" repeatedly. Sits back and waits for advertising deals.
― Pip Jones, Sunday, 7 March 2004 23:07 (twenty-two years ago)
OR
a knyght ther waf, his sone, yeman, frere, monk, marchant, millere, nonne, doctour of phyfic, sergeant of lawe, and the refte, sharing smalltalk while traveling.
"a compaignye of sondry folk, by aventure yfalle in felaweshipe, and pilgrimes were they alle that toward Caunterbury wolden ryde . . . ech . . . telles tales tweye"
― vi2pr8r, Tuesday, 9 March 2004 07:45 (twenty-two years ago)
Crap.My bitch's dead-ill goto the future so theres a story and get some shit answer and stay in the future
― shit head, Tuesday, 9 March 2004 15:47 (twenty-two years ago)
Does exactly what it says on the tin
― , Tuesday, 9 March 2004 19:33 (twenty-two years ago)
Oi, wanker.
― Bill Shakes, Wednesday, 10 March 2004 01:42 (twenty-two years ago)
"Mostly Harmless." Earth is a supercomputer ruled by mice. Earth explodes but another is made. Repeatedly saving the universe, towels, time/galaxy travel, odd things.
― Eric, Wednesday, 10 March 2004 03:08 (twenty-two years ago)
― ScroobiousPip, Thursday, 11 March 2004 06:59 (twenty-two years ago)
― MaRcIo, Thursday, 11 March 2004 21:41 (twenty-two years ago)
― Cathryn (Cathryn), Friday, 12 March 2004 10:43 (twenty-two years ago)
Screwing Elizabeth Taylor's gaping wounds in a wrecked automobile. Mmmmmm...
― E, Friday, 12 March 2004 11:37 (twenty-two years ago)
Isn't being on the road fun? Actually, wait, it's kinda depressing.
― Eoin, Friday, 12 March 2004 11:38 (twenty-two years ago)
1803. Tom runs away to live with homeless starving London prostitute. Goes to Eton and learns Greek. Starts taking opium. Dreams. Takes more, then less.
― nowyat, Saturday, 13 March 2004 05:41 (twenty-two years ago)
(I have sinned by doing this. I think it should be FIFTY words... at a min.)
― nowyat, Saturday, 13 March 2004 06:16 (twenty-two years ago)
― Leo Green, Saturday, 13 March 2004 16:42 (twenty-two years ago)
― frokeout, Saturday, 13 March 2004 23:52 (twenty-two years ago)
― Nani Sorai, Monday, 15 March 2004 20:37 (twenty-two years ago)
SeabiscuitLaura HillenbrandP.S. This thread is FABU!
― Cindy Montano (www.montanodesigns.com), Monday, 15 March 2004 22:52 (twenty-two years ago)
Poisonwood BibleBarbara Kingsolver
― Cindy Montano (www.montanodesigns.com), Monday, 15 March 2004 22:58 (twenty-two years ago)
I asked a friend what she thought of the movie, The Passion of The Christ. She said, "It was great! They should write a book about it."
― Cindy Montano (www.montanodesigns.com), Tuesday, 16 March 2004 00:01 (twenty-two years ago)
The Old Man and the Sea
― JenniferB, Tuesday, 16 March 2004 06:15 (twenty-two years ago)
― Marcy Renolds, Tuesday, 16 March 2004 11:00 (twenty-two years ago)
Middlesex by Eugenides
― I'm Passing Open Windows (Ms Laura), Tuesday, 16 March 2004 12:16 (twenty-two years ago)
A Prayer for Owen Meaney by John Irving
― I'm Passing Open Windows (Ms Laura), Tuesday, 16 March 2004 12:18 (twenty-two years ago)
Lone wolf detective is turned on by scheming woman, helps her outwit queer, fatso and goon, then sends her to the chair anyway. Falcon worthless.
― Schwarz, Thursday, 18 March 2004 11:48 (twenty-two years ago)
I don't want to work in advertising. I want to be a poet. No wait, actually I want pussy more. Okay, I'll work in advertising.
― Schwarz, Thursday, 18 March 2004 12:00 (twenty-two years ago)
Do you sit or stand to piss, Beer, Burning Sheep
― Chappo, Thursday, 18 March 2004 12:08 (twenty-two years ago)
― Mikey G (Mikey G), Thursday, 18 March 2004 12:18 (twenty-two years ago)
Vicar gains divine power, uncovers massive cover-up/conspiracy. Dies. Comes back. Discovers best mate is evil. Beats him up. Gets shot. Loses power. Finally happy.
The Lord of the Rings:
Loads of malarkey over a bit of bling.
The Black Dahlia (James Ellroy):
Cop is obsessed with dead girl. Alienates everyone, ruins life. Discovers gardener did it. No, boss did it! No, daughter did it!! Everyone did it!!!
Dead Air (Iain Banks):
9-11. Shock Jock annoys everyone on air. Sleeps with gangsters wife. Gets beaten up. The end.
― Andy Macc, Thursday, 18 March 2004 14:28 (twenty-two years ago)
― Simon Lane, Thursday, 18 March 2004 18:12 (twenty-two years ago)
― ..., Thursday, 18 March 2004 22:06 (twenty-two years ago)
Man: Hello. Come in to my small Parisian apartment overlooking the river.Woman: I can't stay but a minute.Man: Come closer...take off your corset.Woman: You're pretty fresh, you are.Man: A kiss!Woman: Somebody might see!Man: We can go somewhere private.Woman: It's too far...my sister...Man: Cognac?Woman: I'm not thirsty.Man: Stupid thing! My treasure!Woman: You're tearing my chemise...oooh...Man: I love you! Let's screw!Woman: No! Oh, okay.
Later -Man: (weeping)Woman: What's your name again?
― writingstatic (writingstatic), Friday, 19 March 2004 00:16 (twenty-two years ago)
Meat. Meat. Eggs. Meat. Cheese. Meat. Meat. Fry-Up. Meat. Meat. Cheese. Cheese. Meat. Meat. Meat. Lard. Meat. Egg. Meat. Meat. Cheese. Meat. Meat. Meat. Meat.
I know it's not a novel, but I coudn't resist.
― Alan Sircom, Friday, 19 March 2004 00:29 (twenty-two years ago)
I had so much sex and drugs last night that now I’m depressed. Let’s go drive someplace. Whatever. Superficial is, like, SO my middle name.
― Alan Sircom, Friday, 19 March 2004 00:48 (twenty-two years ago)
Jeffrey Eugenides - The Virgin Suicides Men spend their lives obsessing about women they didn't bang.
― I'm Passing Open Windows (Ms Laura), Friday, 19 March 2004 02:43 (twenty-two years ago)
Link, please? Or cut-and-paste the text? Or something like that?
― I'm Passing Open Windows (Ms Laura), Friday, 19 March 2004 02:47 (twenty-two years ago)
― the surface noise (electricsound), Friday, 19 March 2004 08:01 (twenty-two years ago)
― ailsa (ailsa), Friday, 19 March 2004 08:08 (twenty-two years ago)
"Not the chopped liver, you schmuck."
― Malcolm Hamer, Friday, 19 March 2004 09:39 (twenty-two years ago)
Own a Prizm? Onanism!
― weather1ngda1eson (Brian), Friday, 19 March 2004 09:53 (twenty-two years ago)
http://enjoyment.independent.co.uk/books/features/story.jsp?story=502722
― chris (chris), Friday, 19 March 2004 10:29 (twenty-two years ago)
Bourgeois 80s fad limps towards death. Runs low on cash, sacks journalists and ends up being written by anonymising webcrawler. Andreas Whittam Smith Ha ha
― Dave B (daveb), Friday, 19 March 2004 10:40 (twenty-two years ago)
Nameless French girl surrenders in taxi, chateau, Paris Apartment. Loses clothes but gains a piercing. The pleasures of a simple life...
― Tess W, Friday, 19 March 2004 10:41 (twenty-two years ago)
― Mikey G (Mikey G), Friday, 19 March 2004 10:49 (twenty-two years ago)
God is bad, Science is good as are superintelligent ships and giant ring worlds. Pirates and agent seek sentient computer on dead world. Unhappy ending.
― Jarlr'mai (jarlrmai), Friday, 19 March 2004 11:30 (twenty-two years ago)
― Evil Edna, Friday, 19 March 2004 12:34 (twenty-two years ago)
Guy rides motorcycle while gazing at own navel (wouldn't he crash?)
― Mark Edwards, Friday, 19 March 2004 13:39 (twenty-two years ago)
Pussy whipped cuckold cries a lot on the way to Newfoundland. Takes some photos of car wrecks and drags house across island, thus redeeming himself. Aaaah.
― Julian Beach, Friday, 19 March 2004 14:16 (twenty-two years ago)
"Shift happens!"
― Murdo Mistry, Friday, 19 March 2004 14:29 (twenty-two years ago)