For all of us that miss Abra's stories, let's keep this thread bumbed
until we'll get him to write a new one...

For those who do not have a clue about how prolific Abra's writing is,
trust me, enjoyable to the last dot.

C'mon people....

he is kinda busy arguing about religion.
LOL

He is a very talented writer. I his stories!

yes we need one abra

I bet James has another great one just waiting for him to write it.

and everyones poems too!

James, we need a story about the massive exodus!

yaaaaay I'd love to read another one...

somebody outta tell James that we are clamoring for him!

Yeah James..It must be warmer there by now. Your fingers won't even
freeze now?

I'll try an help by starting something that may or may not work or touch
a nerve but let's try it.
I'll start it off and then someone else can take it from there.
OK.

A few months ago, in a certain place at a certain time, quite a few
friends were introduced to each other.
I came in on the scene a couple of weeks later, and was made to feel
welcome very quickly.
Quite soon, things were getting along great. There was jokes of all
sorts going around, relationships being formed, guys getting drunk,
jumping in and out of hot tubs,making fun of everything and everyone,
all in the best possible taste of course There was even a banana
killing phase which took place of several weeks. Then, one day,
one or two friends vanished without trace.
Slowly however, these friends were reunited and the mahem began again.

OK. Can someone else take it from here?

that was cute Tom

hehehe

A mystery ensued... more people started disappearing, and there were
rumours in the underground, about greener pastures...the boldest went to
survey the place, and found the banana killers, the hot tubbers all
mingling together. They came back to the opaque pastures, but couldn't
enter and had to send envoys for those who were left behind.

In a matter of days, the crossing became even more perilous and the
regular communication channels were intercepted. Showing an amazing
display of inventiveness, the first settlers managed to rescue those
choking on burnt out grass.

Now, the green pastures from beyond are clamoring for a meritorious son,
father of a mighty pen...

***********

Somebody take it from here now

I'd like to lure in bad guys again


Ah, that was hillarious

Weren't you a firate or something Katie?

HELLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOO

No not a pirate...I lured in bad guys by acting innocent & horny and
wanting to chat

arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr


savvy

aH, YES! you were in the internet story! with the guy with the redo
nose!!!!

I was in the pirate story, as one of the pricesses,LOL!!!

JAMES!!!!!