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Can you write an amusing story ,just 4 fun,that includes 5 of these lines?

1. Dramatic, moody and very unpredictable.
2. Blue eyes………. very clear and penetrating.
3. Where in tarnation is my __________?
4. I am NOT cranky. I simply don’t enjoy your moronic sense of humor.
5. I’m your huckleberry.
6. That’s the great thing about you, sweetheart. You remember EVERY freakin’ thing I say.
7. You ain’t seen NUTTIN’, yet!! 8. Oh, you must be from New York.
9.He’s got BAAAAAAAAAD, karma,dude!
10. My heart is breaking. Can you hear it?

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  1. Once upon a time, far away from New York lived a girl who was dramatic, moody, and very unpredictable. She had blue eyes . . .very clear and penetrating and her name was Paris. She is a very pretty and sexually attractive girl, very wealthy and spoiled too, for she is the heiress of a hotel empire.
    One day, her mother stumbles across her sex tape video on the internet. Severely shocked, she exclaims, “Where in tarnation is my daughter’s brain?” She confronts Paris who winks and says “Thats hot, mom. You ain’t seen ‘NUTTIN’ yet!!”. . . .Paris of course, was secretly planning to get her mom a copy of the sex tape’s uncensored version, because the guys “nuts” in the video were heavily pixelated.
    In despair, her dad says, “Oh Paris, my heart is breaking. Can you hear it?”
    Paris says, “Shucks dad, you must be from New York. I’ll always be your huckleberry, but guys out there really want me in their smoothies”
    *wink wink* . . . . .and they ACTUALLY lived happily ever after.

  2. Al: Where in tarnation is my Huckleberry Finn book?
    Lys: Im your huckleberry
    Al: SHUT IT WOMAN!
    Lys: Geez…take a chill pilll you cranky ole galute
    Al: I am NOT cranky. I simply don’t enjoy your moronic sense of humor.
    Lys: Now how u gonna go from talking like a hootin and hollerin rednekck to talking like dat??
    Al:That’s the great thing about you, sweetheart. You remember EVERY freakin’ thing I say.
    Lys: You ain’t seen NUTTIN’, yet!! CHICKA CHICKA YEAA BOII!!

  3. “Where in tarnation is my hotdog?” yelled Uncle Ben from the bathroom. “What!?” exclaimed Jamie, his son.
    “My hotdog, i left it in here an hour ago”
    “I don’t know where in tarnation your hotdog is”
    “That’s the great thing about you, sweetheart. You remember EVERY freakin’ thing i say.”
    Well, i ate a hotdog 30 minutes ago, but it was in the kitchen!” exclaimed Jamie.
    “I don’t know where your bathroom, ‘hotLOG’ is!” he continued.
    “Good lord, do you know where it is!!?” yelled Ben.
    “Don’t get cranky man.” retorted Jamie.
    “I am NOT cranky. I simply don’t enjoy your moronic sense of humor.”
    “Maybe it fell into the bowl” said Jamie.
    “NO,” complained Ben “It took like, an hour to make that”
    “My heart is breaking. Can you hear it?” said Jamie, obviously not caring.
    That evening, Ben visited his favorite bar.
    “I tell ya’ Morgan, that Jamie is a pain in my butt.”
    “How so Ben?” Morgan replied sleepily.
    “Well he gave me lip when i was looking for my hotdog.”
    Morgan took a puff of a cigarette and re-adjusted his tie dye T-shirt.
    “He’s got BAAAAAAAAAD karma dude!” Morgan said after a long pause.
    “Wait,” said Ben “What’s this? What in tarnation!? My hotdog!”
    “Whoa dude,” burped Morgan “Where was it?”
    “In my pocket…” Ben said slowly “I must have left it there when i was taking a dump.”
    “Whoa dude, toilet humor? Seriously?”
    “Gimmie a break, this stuff is hard to write”

  4. There was a girl who loved to be in love. One day she met this boy, who seemed like everything she had ever wanted. He had blue eyes, very clear and penetrating. He played the guitar and had a lip ring. They were both naturally dramatic, moody and very unpredicatble at times, and they were willing to admit it. One day, they were skipping class, having a smoke in the back of the school. She couldn’t help but stare at his perfection. He was telling a story but forgot where he was. She said “you were at the part where you told the fellon that he’s gunna have ‘baaaaaaaaad karma dude!’ He smiled at her and said “That’s the great thing about you sweetheart. You remember EVERY freakin’ thing I say.” It was a truly pointless story, but she just admired the way his lips moved, and the way he would unconciously lick them every few minutes. So she listened carefully to every detail, and watched him so intently in order to never forget his beautiful face. He was describing how his best friend had called him out on his attitude, to which he had replied “I am NOT cranky. I simply don’t enjoy your moronic sense of humour.” He complemented her on being understanding of him, unlike everyone else. That was the biggest compliment she could have gotten from him. She passionately embraced him in that smoking section, as the cars drove by. Some people honked becuase they might as well have been making love out there. Half a year later he moved. He couldn’t take the people anymore, he said. They just didn’t understand. She guessed that it wasn’t enough that she had understood, more then any of them combined. She wrote him a letter, one that he never replied to. It read, “My heart is breaking. Can you hear it?” And she truly wished that he could.

  5. A boy walks in and says, “Knock, knock.” The girl says, “Who’s there?” The guy says, “My heart is breaking. Can you hear it?” The girl smirks and him and rolls her eyes. He laughs and says, “Someone’s cranky.” The girl says, “I am NOT cranky. I simply don’t enjoy your moronic sense of humor.”
    “That is not true. You are always so dramatic, moody, and very unpredictable.” The girl punches him in the shoulder and says, “You ain’t seen NUTTIN’ yet!!” and glares at him with ferocity. “Blue eyes….very clear and penetrating,” he says mockingly.
    Remembering what he came there in the first place for, he looks around and says, “Where in tarnation is my pistol?” The girl rolls her eyes and says, “You hick redneck! What do you have a pistol for and why would you leave it at my house?” Mockingly, the guy looks back at her and says, “Oh, you must be from New York. All high class and better than everyone else.”
    The girl looks at him and says, “If you don’t shut up, I’ll shoot you with your own pistol.” Turning around with his eyes twinkling, the boy says, “I’m your huckleberry.” He yells, “Draw!” and holds up his hand making it into the shape of a gun. He moves toward her and trips on the edge of the coffee table, landing head first into the metal statue that was sitting on the coffee table.
    “Ow!!”, he yells as he tries to stand up but falls to the floor. A goose egg size knot has risen on his forehead. The girl laughs and says, “My heart is breaking. Can you hear it?” The boy wipes the tear from his eye and says, “That’s the great thing about you, sweetheart. You remember EVERY freakin’ thing I say.”
    At that moment, the girl’s mother runs in and yells, “What is going on in here??” The girl shrugs her shrugs her shoulders and says, “He’s got BAAAAAAAAAD karma, dude!”, and goes into the kitchen to make a snack.
    That was kinda fun, thanks. =]

  6. That boy i saw at the mall had big blue eyes…very clear and penetrating. He was looking back at me as i stared into his captivating eyes.
    “Where in tarnation is my coupon?” My boyfriend mumbled under his breath. He was always looking for a bargain at stores, and this pretty check out boy was not into it. My boyfriend can be dramatic, moody and very unpredictable. “Do you remember where i said i put my coupon?” He asked me.
    I tore my eyes away from the cashier boy and shook my head ‘no’.
    “Thats the great thing about you, sweetheart. You remember EVERY freakin’ thing i say.”
    I rolled my eyes. “You’re very cranky today.”
    “I am NOT cranky. I simply don’t enjoy your moronic sense of humor.”
    I looked at him in confusion. “How was i being funny?”
    “Listen to me. I’m your huckleberry. You just nod and smile, I’ll do all the talking.” He scowled.
    Why did i go out with this guy again?
    “Dude, can you like, hurry it up? The line is starting to grow.” The hot cashier said. “I’ve never seen anything like this before.”
    ” You ain’t seen NUTTIN’ yet!!” My beau yelled.
    “Oh, you must be from New York.” The boy said.
    “Man, you got something coming to you for disrespecting me like that!” My boyfriend screamed. He turned to the line behind us. “He’s got BAAAAAAD karma, dude!”
    “Fuh-reek.” The cute boy muttered.
    I cursed silently. I hate my boyfriend. And now, my heart is breaking. Can you hear it?

  7. Buck: Tim, hey Tim, are you ok?
    Tim: … Uh?
    Buck: Are you ok pal? You seem to be on the moon lately!
    Tim: Well, you know, is this girl…
    Buck: What’s with her?
    Tim: Shh! Look, she’s entering…
    (Susana looks at them as she enters… smoke seems to rise from her feet as she passes by…)
    Buck: Whoa, she’s hot! And those blue eyes, so cold as ice, her look very clear an penetrating…
    Tim: You ain’t seen NUTTIN’ yet!! She’s dramatic, moody and very unpredictable…
    (Susana comes over…)
    Susana: Hello, may I serve you something?
    Tim: H-h-hello!
    Buck: Where in tarnation is my wallet? Be right back! (winks trying to say: this is your time! Do what you have to do, right from the heart!)
    Tim (when Buck leaves):I’m your huckleberry, babe!
    Susana: Oh, you must be from New York, always talking to women as if they have never seen one before…
    Tim: Don’t be so cranky! You’re just too much candy for a single piece!
    Susana: I am NOT cranky. I simply don’t enjoy your moronic sense of humor.
    Tim: That’s the greatthing about you sweetheart. You remember EVERY freakin’ thing I say.
    (Susana gives him an icy stare, then goes away flaring woth anger)
    Buck: Hey, how did it go?
    Tim: My heart’s breaking. Can you hear it?
    Stranger on his left: He’sgot BAAAAAAAAD karma, dude!
    Tim: “He”? She’s a woman!
    Stranger: She is now. She wasn’t a couple of years ago.
    (Tim covers his face in shame and disbelief)
    Buck: You got lucky you didn’t get serious with her…

  8. X 1. Dramatic, moody and very unpredictable.
    X 2. Blue eyes… very clear and penetrating.
    X 3. Where in tarnation is my __________?
    X 4. I am NOT cranky. I simply don’t enjoy your moronic sense of humor.
    5. I’m your huckleberry.
    X 6. That’s the great thing about you, sweetheart. You remember EVERY freakin’ thing I say.
    X 7. You ain’t seen NUTTIN’, yet!!
    X 8. Oh, you must be from New York.
    X 9.He’s got BAAAAAAAAAD, karma,dude!
    X 10. My heart is breaking. Can you hear it?
    I wasn’t looking forward to this. I’d pulled into the Bayer’s driveway. My feet definitely wanted to be elsewhere, as I walked slowly to the front steps — the steps that, so long ago, I’d merrily jumped all four just because I could. No jumping today.
    I rang the bell.
    Mrs. Bayer answered the door. She looked back into the depths of the house. “ANTHEA! EMU IS HERE!” she shouted into the house. Then she turned to me. “She’s almost ready, Emu. She’s being a bit [1] dramatic, moody and very unpredictable, right at the moment.”
    “Mom, [3] where in tarnation is my …? Never mind, I found it!” came Panda’s voice distantly from within the house. There was a sound of something getting knocked over, then some feminine cursing.
    “Mrs. Bayer, come sit with me out here?” I asked.
    Mrs. Bayer looked back, then nodded and came out. “It’s been good having her here these months. I’m sure going to miss her.” Blue eyes… very clear and penetrating looked at me, as if I’d done something wrong.
    I sighed. “Me too.”
    “You should have proposed,” said Mrs. Bayer.
    I sighed again. “I never got the impression that Panda wanted me to.”
    “Men can be so dense!” said Mrs. Bayer.
    I was saved from having to reply. Panda came out the door lugging a suitcase on wheels. “Don’t just sit there, Emu, go get the rest!”
    “I was getting rest just fine out here,” I said, getting to my feet.
    Panda frowned. “[4] I am NOT cranky. I simply don’t enjoy your moronic sense of humor, at least not now.”
    Soon, too soon, my little car was loaded up with Panda’s luggage, then Panda was hugging her mother.
    Panda and I got into my car. I waved bye-bye to Mrs. Bayer, and we were off.
    I merged aggressively onto the freeway. Panda gasped as I cut off an 18-wheeler which blared its horn in protest. “[8] Oh, you must be from New York, driving like that?”
    I replied, “[7] You ain’t seen NUTTIN’, yet!! I spent too many years ridin’ a motorcycle, and the motorcycle instincts just don’t go away.”
    “I’ve heard you say that before,” she answered.
    “[6] That’s the great thing about you, sweetheart. You remember EVERY freakin’ thing I say,” I let some of the irritation show in my voice.
    Her turn to sigh. “I know you don’t want me to get back with my ex-husband in Chicago. We already had that discussion, didn’t we? Let’s get to the airport in one piece, Emu.”
    “All right.” I slowed to the same speed as the traffic, and used my blinkers to move slowly toward the diamond lane. I thought to myself, “[9] He’s got BAAAAAAAAAD karma, dude!” but did not say it out loud.
    LAX. Los Angeles International Airport. What a mess. Park, unload, drag luggage around, a hubbub of activity all around us, and me with eyes only for the girl who was leaving on a jet plane. Girl? 48, almost 49. Somehow, though, I saw the slender teen I’d known years and years ago, the little sister of my girlfriend. Little sister don’t you!
    No words passed between us, as she checked her luggage, bought her ticket.
    Soon, too soon, we were at the second security checkpoint, where I could not follow. Then her arms were around me, and her lips soft on my cheek. “Goodbye, Emu,” she said simply.
    “Goodbye.”
    She got in line.
    I waved. I whispered, not loud enough for her to hear in the noise of the airport, “[10] My heart is breaking. Can you hear it?”

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