Okay, folks. Knowing you zany lot, I'm sure this can work out dandily. Here's how it works:
Uno: You read the entirety of what's been written.
B: You contemplate, ponder, wonder, and write what you think would fit good. And then post it.
11: You wait until someone else posts something after yours, read, and enjoy.
Now don't be a jerk and be all "ROCKS FALL". That's just immature :D Imagine the humor of something growing and changing into something crazy and unlike that which it started as! Now get to it.
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Laurence tripped down the street less than elegantly, as he was oft to do early on a fine weekend such as this. The frosty air swirling about hit him subtly from all sides, focusing his mind like an Argon-Ion laser on two things: He should have worn some sort of cold protectionary device, such as a mitten, and also, he was somewhat hungry. Hurrying to get out of the house and on his way somewhere had served only to slip breakfast out of his mind. His eyes spied Ye Olde Ice Creame Reserve, and his mind responded with various sinful thoughts of the unspeakable, and nigh un-attainable dark pleasure of having a frozen confectionery delight for breakfast! But alas, it was far too cold, and his teeth were a touch sensitive to the frigid and sinful cones of hateful sugary sweetness that has plagued mankind for all sorts of years. Maybe he should become an Eskimo and build up a resistance. This last thought he pondered as he approached a wholesome bakery. His boots were wearing through his socks, and he felt he could use, nay, he deserved a rest. Perhaps at the aforementioned, yet still un-described bakery.