%& Can you make an interesting paragraph incorporating these phrases?

Question

1. you don't believe in ghosts,do you
2. the wind started howling
3. if you're going through hell,don't slow down
4. don't be riduculous
5. what was I thinking
6. you jest hold yer taters

Answer 1

It was a good night to be camping out. We had made a small fire and sat around it on whatever was handy - logs, rocks, blankets, or a rolled up sleeping bags. Supper had been the standard beans and weenies which were always good. Now the marshmallows were being passed around and toasted. Some helped themselves to the fragrant coffee pulled to one side of the grate that was settled slightly lopsided over the fire.

The wind started to howling when Jake asked to no one in particular, "You don't believe in ghosts, do you?"

Carla spoke first, "You just hold yer taters Jake! We don't need to hear a ghost story tonight!"

Slapping his forehead with a grin on his face, Jake asked, "What was I thinking?"

The kids knew what was coming and a chorus of "story, story, story", drowned out any further protests from Carla.

Well, if you insist...", said Jake, and the story began of if you're going through hell, don't slow down because whatever is behind you will catch up!

Answer 2

Carol said, as the wind starting howling, "you don't believe in ghosts, do you?" "why?", I answered, "because the last person to enter that room was found dead with their throat cut!", don't be ridiculous, Carol. What was I thinking, should I enter?, if you're going through hell, don't slow down, I thought. You jest hold yer taters and go for it....

Answer 3

1. What?, you thought that was a ghost?. But you don't really believe in ghosts do you?

2. The wind started howling through the cracks in my windows, I began to feel the chill.

3. When you're driving through hell, don't slow down, least someone may catch you.

4. Oh I've heard that before, please don't be ridiculous.

5. When I gave birth to that child.. what was I thinking? LOL

6. OK youngin.. slow down, you just hold yer taters there boy.

Answer 4

You dont beleive in Ghosts, do. One day the wind started howling and Jimmy wanted to visit hell. His friend told him "if you're going through hell,don't slow down". Jimmy repliend "don't be riduculous" then his friend said "what was I thinking was that if they devil catches you he'll scream "you jest hold yer taters" in your ear...the end

Answer 5

what I was thinking the other day as the wind started to howel and shake my whole house, was I needed some sort or wind block a wall of spruce trees, I was on the phone finguring that out and and my mom starts yelling at me, "Son! Son" I yelled back "I'm on the phone ma!", "Your meatloaf is getting cold son!" "Ma your being rediculous, don't be rediculous I'm on the phone, shut up!". but then the guy on the phone starts going in to some sort of rant about disrespect and he is a strong christian and this and that and I am like "you jest hold yer taters mister, I believe in jesus and all that, I mean you don't believe in ghosts do you?" and the man replied quickly the only one that has come back from the dead is jesus," "Amen brother, amen right" then he gets all fired up starts talking about teasing the devil, I mean calling him up and teasing him, gettin him to chase you, and all I says to him is " mister when your goin' through hell, you don't slow down" and he said "amen brother, amen!"

Answer 6

The other day my monkey butler turns to me and says "You don't believe in ghosts, do you?" After slapping him for not addressing me as Mistress, I gave him my answer. I said "Of course not, Monkey Butler, why would I believe a thing like that?" Just as I finished my sentence the wind started howling and howl it did. The noise of the wind rose to a tremendous crescendo and before we knew what was happening me and Monkey Butler were hurtling through time and space. This was indeed an unusual experiance for me and I asked my all-knowing Monkey Butler what we should do, being his usual cryptic self he answered "If you're going through hell, don't slow down". As I listened to his advice you, dear reader, may well ask what was I thinking? Well, I'll tell you, I was thinking, 'Monkey Butler, don't be ridiculous, why would we be going through hell, for the most fun times one must always stop off at hell, as well you know'. Monkey Butler, however, was adament that we don't slow down, this earned him another slap for speaking out of turn, "Monkey Butler", I said "Monkey Butler, you jest hold yer taters" (for I had been temporarily possessed by an illiterate being). Monkey Butler did not take kindly to being berated and as we came to a sudden stop all became clear. "Here" said Monkey Butler, " is where you belong. This is Monkey Hell, where all humans who mistreat monkeys are banished. As I looked around I could see he was right, for here in Monkey Hell were several clowns, a posse of zoo keepers and, sitting quietly in the corner, Michael Jackson. I begged and pleaded with Monkey Butler to let me go, to take me home with him. I promised him gold and jewels, bananas and peanuts, freedom and free-range feces throwing; but nothing worked and now I am doomed forever to live in Monkey Hell.