Please don't give me any irrelevantly inappropriate answers.
2007-01-24 05:52:39 · 6 answers · asked by Mysara e 2 in Education & Reference ➔ Words & Wordplay
Write about some completely irrational conversations that go on between people you know. Describe the situation, and try to illustrate how irrational and stupid these people are. This goes on everywhere, every day, so it should be easy. For example: try observing the way married people bicker at each other, or the kinds of petty games that high school kids play in order to feel more "popular." Try to observe and remember real dialog and describe people in detail.
2007-01-24 06:00:24 · answer #1 · answered by martin h 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Think of something that happened to you that you found funny and exaggerate some of the details.
For example, take a case of mistaken identity. A few years ago I was in a store with my fiance and we were looking at items in various aisles. I saw something that I thought he would like so I went over and tapped him on the shoulder. Only, it wasn't him it was a guy who had on a very similar shirt, same height, same haircolor and hairstyle! I also called him "Honey!" I was SO embarrassed. When I finally found my fiance I told him I just wanted to get out of there because I was kind of hungry! I never told him about the other guy because I was so mortified.
You could take this to a funnier extreme by saying that the guy who you mistook for your boyfriend was actually a famous movie star or that you ended up on one of those Punk'd shows.
Good luck and I hope you get an A.
2007-01-24 06:27:03 · answer #2 · answered by Pink1967 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
I got a nuclear science. I love my classes. I got a crazy teacher who wears dark glasses. Things are going great and there only gett'n better. I'm doing all right, gett'n good grades. The future so bright I got to wear shades... I got to wear shades.
MJ
2007-01-24 06:02:43 · answer #3 · answered by Mr. Jeff - It is what it is ☺ 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
My daughter once did a letter from Santas elves demanding a union and better work hours. Her teacher loved it and she got a great mark on it.
2007-01-24 05:57:27 · answer #4 · answered by ? 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Start with "Once upon the time"
2007-01-24 05:55:20 · answer #5 · answered by T 3 · 0⤊ 1⤋
Oh my gosh! It was almost 3 o'clock and he would be here at any minute! Giving my hair one final brush I ran down the long driveway of my secluded cottage and tossed the letter into the plastic green mailbox yanking the red flag up so violently one of my new nails popped off. Trying to act casual while squinting down the road wasn't easy, but I thought I was doing it reasonably well.
There he was racing along in his United Postal Service truck! My heart beat faster as I thought of those legs hopefully enclosed in those blue regulation shorts. He had such nice legs. Not too thin, but not too muscular either. I held my pose of nonchalance as he pulled up to my mailbox.
"Good afternoon. Just a few advertising circulars for you today."
Did he notice my hand trembling as I accepted them with love and adoration in my eyes? Okay, probably not as he was busy taking my mail out of the box.
"Have a nice day!"
I stared after the truck carrying my all male mail carrier towards the sun but never away from my heart. How could I get him to notice me as a woman and not just an address? I was a romance novelist for crying out loud and I couldn't come up with one plausible way to entrance my mail carrier? I had to think!
And think I did sitting on the porch in the heat of that August afternoon. The circulars made excellent hand fans. Plots and ruses flittered through my head on how to get his attention. One idea seemed to stand out above all others. I would put it into affect tomorrow! He would never know what hit him!
By 2 o'clock the following day I was ready. I had put on my tiniest pair of shorts and a halter top that would have made Pamela Anderson proud. My hair was shiny and clean, my makeup casual but giving me what I though was a sexy yet innocent look. I knew I smelled terrific with my new floral perfume. I was so ready for him to sweep me off my feet and into his arms!
2:45 found me slowly walking down the drive with a gardening tool in my hand. Eager though I was it would never do to let him see me all sticky and sweaty. I would coolly and strategically place myself by the mailbox pretending to weed when he came into sight. Let him see my advertising circular!
Squinting down the road again, I seen his truck roaring towards me. He was nothing if not on time! Striking a sexy bent over pose I waited. He pulled up to my mailbox and then all hell broke loose!
Why did that bee decide now was the time to investigate the new smell that was me? The sharp burning sting in my rear end caused me to straighten up mighty fast banging my head on the mailbox with a loud "whack!" Down I went in a daze seeing stars spark before my eyes like the 4th of July.
"Are you all right?"
Looking up I seen my dream man crouching over me in what was surely a realization of my dazzling beauty. I raised one arm to touch that handsome face.
"Oh yes, yes, kiss me my love!" Was that husky voice really mine?
Shock then a broad smile spread across the face floating above me. A tanned masculine hand reached out to mine and lifted me gently to my feet.
"You are going to have quite a goose egg there. Do you need some help getting back to your house?"
What...? Reality carried in a bucket made of embarrassment quickly doused the stars circling my head and in my eyes! "No, no, that's okay. I can make it." With my face aflame to match my burning bee stung butt I nearly stumbled as I turned to swiftly retreat back to my house. I was so mortified I didn't even hear the mail truck leave.
Sitting on a lawn chair I tried to compose my self before going inside. It was then that I noticed my shorts seemed to be hitched up funny. Entering the house to scrape out the stinger and apply ice to my bruised ego - err, butt - I caught a glimpse of myself in the full length mirror hanging in the entry hall. Looking down in horror I saw why my shorts were hitched up funny. The back seam had split apart!
Making a mental note never to be at the mailbox at 3 o’clock again, I stared at my reflection.
Flushed faced, tousled haired, bump on my head and a split in my shorts big enough that I could treat the bee sting through made me laugh! This was the author of how many romance novels? Smiling, I knew what my next book would be about...
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2007-01-24 06:28:10 · answer #6 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋