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The Social Cigar Social experiment

This is not the first time this has been done, but it has never been done by a more diverse, intelligent, subversive, social/anti-social bunch that what lives here.

It's a story, write a line, paragraph or chapter. I was going to have rule like no pirates, alien abductions, killing other peoples creations but then I thought, what fun is that? This interface should work well enough if you keep respond to the post above yours. It should also allow you to add stuff in-between posts.

I know there are many creative types, so let the story begin here...

Tags: cigar, crap, ending, never, novel, poetry, saga

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Comment by THE Reverend Dr. Hurricane Meyn on April 5, 2009 at 2:32pm: We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the Casa Magnas began to take hold. I remember saying something like “I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive….” And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching about SCHIP Tax increases and diving around the car - a bailed out Chrysler Sebring convertible, which was going about a hundred miles an hour - and losing parts - with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming: “Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn Hav-A-Tampas doing in my traveldor?”

Comment by Eric The Flippin Amazing on March 18, 2009 at 9:27am: (ETFA - goes running through the scene in a speedo and a polka dot twirly bird hat on; screaming "it's the jelly beans - it's the jelly beans!!!")

Comment by Clay, lost in time & space on March 5, 2009 at 8:52am: Herb replied "hell if I know". He then reviewed the tapes he keeps for occasions such as these. THE KEY! he remembered the key! There were tales of a "the key", he frantically started searching the ground on all fours looking for it, Dipstick thought this was a good time to throw up...

Comment by Gary J. Arzt on March 4, 2009 at 2:52pm: You're looking to do something like, :Naked Came Lunch," written by a bunch of Newsday journalists a few decades ago?

Comment by Clay, lost in time & space on February 18, 2009 at 9:04pm: bump

he didn't know what that meant either...

Comment by Clay, lost in time & space on February 16, 2009 at 2:56pm: also be a fan of a soft coconut center with a dark chocolate coating and not feel like a nut. The Keeper was never quite sure what that last part of the prophesy had to do with anything, but prophesies are like that.

The Keeper was worried, after the great SCHIP Wars things had not been going well. It was the rise of the nay-sayers that worried him most. They and their over aggressive testosterone laden style have been speaking of "rights" as if they were the mouth piece of the cigar community. Just this morning he had heard tell of some "plan" they had to...

Comment by Clay, lost in time & space on February 15, 2009 at 10:01am: Meanwhile, halfway across the country in a smoke filled room, there was a man whose life would be changed forever. This man...

Comment by Clay, lost in time & space on February 13, 2009 at 6:39am: With this, Lacy smiled, Not at LaFlor, but at the key. All the years of her planning was finally about to pay off. Years of surgeries, memorizing terms like Seco and Figurado, Corojo and Perjo, Lacy indeed have a chance and it was not the chance at all that LaFlor was talking about.

But Susan also noticed Lacy's smile, it was then that Susan decided it was time to spring into action.

Comment by Charming Karl, Cookie King on February 12, 2009 at 12:38pm: but to no avail, since the rest of the characters in the story thought the narrator had said her hair was cut off, and since that was obviously not the case, they just shrugged their shoulders. Several of the inhabitants of the garage were getting bored and antsy, and all too aware of the fact that they were overdue to appear as background characters in another story which was already in progress on another message board. Herb finally realized that nothing would happen unless he did something, so he lifted Susan by her feet and shook her until the object came free from her throat. After a minute of this, he heard the gasp of air returning to her lungs and the clink of the object on the asphalt. Looking down, he discovered that it was no longer a chunk of wood, but had now morphed into a key???!!!

Comment by Charming Karl, Cookie King on February 11, 2009 at 3:59pm: Mounds bars. It had been several days she had eaten one, and her craving for coconut candy covered in dark chocolate was so intense she could hardly stand it. Her lips parted ever so slightly in expectation of how that next Mounds would taste, and at that moment, a piece of the shivered garage door frame came loose from Lacy's fanning, and fell right into Susan's mouth and down her throat. Her air cut off, Susan started thrashing around...