Can you form a story from these phrases??????

Question

1. She thinks I hang the moon
2. OMG, just kick me in the head and get it over with
3. Where in the HECK is your swimsuit
4. Just another day in paradise
5. Stardust and moonlight
6. Finger lickin' good
7. Let's crank it up
\Bonus: Here's one for my baby

Answer 1

Dodge City, Kansas
Circa 1873

"Cranking It Up At Crowley's Creek"

U.S. Marshal Matt Dillon was making his rounds when Kitty Russell peered out the window of her saloon, the Long Branch......... "Dear GAWD, he is gorgeous." She tried to look non chalant as she stepped out on the boardwalk, tucked her blouse in and whistled like a stevadore on a New York wharf !! (((WHISTLE))) !!!
Matt jumped and walked her way.
Kitty: " Come on in for a cold one, Matt".......
"And if you play your cards right, a HOT one," she muttered under her breath!
Matt joined her at one of the tables....."So, Kitty. What have you been up to these days?"
Kitty brushed a newly dyed flock of hair out of her eyes....."Matt....I'll lay my cards on the table.... Ever since you left me for that Neanderthal From The Outer Regions of Hell, I've been doing NOTHING. Zilch. Nil. Nada,nada, nada.........
NOTHING!!!" She gazed down at her newly manicured nails.
Matt, ever at a loss for words when it came to Kitty: "Uh, uh....
Nice nail color, though."
Kitty sat a little straighter, trying to muster up a little dignity...."Thanks. It's a new color.....(5) Stardust and moonlight." She looked away, momentarily. Then she swung her head around, grabbed Matt by the collar and said in a voice that mimiced the urgency of a female squirrel in heat...
"MATT!!! (7) Let's crank it up !! Let's blow this town, head on out to the West Coast and get us a tan!!!"
Matt disengaged himself from her grasp .
Just then Sunshine walked into the saloon......"Hey, baby! Hello Miss Kitty."
Kitty:" Dear Lord....It's Moron!!" Matt got up. "Where're you going?"
Matt:" With Sunshine, of course. (1) She thinks I hang the moon. And I think she's the sky." He smiled at her adoringly.
Kitty:" (2) OMG! Just kick me in the head and get it over with!"

Once outside, Sunshine and Matt fell into a passionate embrace.
Old Doc Adams happened to be stolling by....."(4) Just another day in paradise, I see." He rubbed his face as was his usual custom and continued walking.

Sunshine convinced Matt to join her down at Crowley's Creek, for a little mid-day "swim." The day was hot. Matt was horny. He was easy to convince. They found a secluded spot by the water's edge. Sunshine started undressing.
Matt:"(3) Where in the HECK is your swimsuit?"
Sunshine ****** her head to one side...."Oh, Matt. You are SUCH a fuddy duddy!" She threw down her 5 petticoats and kicked off her boots ............. "HEE HAW !! " She jumped in the water, scaring the hell out of four turtles who had been sleeping on a nearby log!
Matt reluctantly took off his clothes, constantly looking around to make sure they were alone. Convinced they were, he dove in the water. They frolicked like a couple of half crazed sea otters.
Matt:" Wonder where those turtles went?"
Sunshine:" Here's one for my baby." She presented him with a five pound turtle."
Matt : "It's a SNAPPING TURTLE !! DROP IT!!"
Sunshine screamed as she and Matt swam to the shore as fast as they could!!

Safely out of the water, they lay back on a grassy expanse. Matt propped himself on his elbow and gazed down at Sunshine. She played with the wet curls that fell on his forehead. He kissed her.
Sunshine:" I do believe you are (6) Finger lickin' good, you Handsome Hunk of Horatio."
Matt didn't understand that last comment. It didn't matter.
Matt:" Let's crank it up, baby."
Sunshine;" Matt Dillon!!!! Where did you pick up THAT kind of talk?!"
Matt : "From Kitty....Just this morning."
Sunshine thought for a moment...... " Mmmmmmmm........ I kind of like it, actually.
Matt? I'm about to tell you something that you will NEVER hear me say again."
Matt smiled ....."What's that, babycakes?"
Sunshine:"Let's follow Kitty's advice!!!!!!"
And with that, she pounced on him, kissing him passionately. Gasping for air, she looked at him in a feverish stare........
"CRANK IT UP, BABY."

Answer 2

She thinks I hang the moon, but in all reality I'm sure that if I tried I'd fall and break my neck. Knowing her, she'd say thank you and nurse me back to health. This is what I'm thinking as I watch her pack her bag for the beach.

I peer inside and see a jumble of beauty products and a towel.

"Where in the Heck is your swimsuit?" I ask poking around inside the bag. She is bending over an open drawer and not listening. Eventaully, though, we leave together.

At the beach she peels off her top to show off (another) brand new suit. She asks me if it looks all right.

"Finger lickin' good," I answer with a smile. She shoves me playfully. Just another day in paradise. In the distance I can hear someon playing with a kareoke machine and I get an idea. Dragging her behind me I step on to the stage.

"Oh my God," I hear he say as the music starts "Just kick me in the head and get it over with." Her face is red but she is smiling.

"Here's one for my baby," I say and point "Let's crank it up." And I start a meledy of love songs in an very off key voice.

That night, under the stardust and moonlight, she says she loves me. I believe her.

Answer 3

That's good! The biggest difference is: Conservatives believe in God, smaller government, and personal responsibility. Liberals suffer a mental disorder and believe (read as dream) that the State (i.e. government) should play the role of God in order to create a Heaven on Earth (where there is no need for personal responsibility b/c the government will make all choices for all individuals). I'm pretty sure that's what the story above gets at.

Answer 4

“How’s your lunch?” I stoop over our dishwasher and load it up with pots and pans.

“(1)Finger lickin’ good, Mom!” Gracie replies, shoving another chicken nugget into her face.

Lily, the family Labrador, watches Gracie with begging eyes. I can almost hear her, “Are you doing to drop that?!” She sits beside the kitchen chair, patiently waiting for the motor skills of a 5 year old to fail and food to fall to the floor. I wonder, ‘would it even make it to the floor?’

“Mommy, Lily wants lunch too,” Gracie reminds me.

“I gave her lunch already sweetie. She doesn’t need anything else. I know it’s hard, but just ignore her for right now.” Hypocritically, I give Lily’s head a quick scratch and mumble playfully, “bad dog.”

“Well, then (2)here's one for my baby. Sally can have it,” Gracie holds a piece of chicken to her baby doll’s face and makes slurping noises. “Mmm!” She turns her attention back to me, “Mommy, does Gabe want some too?”

I pat my very pregnant belly, “Gabe had lunch too, sweetie. We had a salad and lots of apple juice. But thank you for thinking of him.”

Gracie, Lily, Sally and I finish up lunch pretty efficiently. I think, after 5 years, I’m starting to get a hang of this motherhood stuff.

“Are Sally and Gracie ready for the pool?” I ask, and head toward the closet to pull out our family swimming gear. Lily, ever faithful, is right on my heels.

“Yes! yes!” Gracie jumps up and down, flopping the poor Sally doll right along beside her.

(3) “Where in the HECK is your swimsuit?” I dig deeper. “Oh, here. Come here, girlie, let’s get this on you,” I hand Gracie her one piece and she heads into the bathroom to change, dragging Sally behind her. I fish for mine and change too. Soon, the family is in the backyard, sans the Labrador, who is not allowed in the pool because she’ll scratch the lining. Poor thing too, I know she LOVES water.

“Mommy! Watch me jump in!” Gracie pinches her nose and takes the plunge.

I look up from my novel, “Great job, sweetie! (4) Let's crank it up, let me see your cannonball!”

She beams, happy to oblige. “Okay, Mommy, watch this!”

(5) She thinks I hang the moon. I would, for her. I know she holds me in the palm of her hand. I stroke my belly and just smile. To my 5 year old, life is just (6) stardust and moonlight, and sometimes, I agree with her.

“You’re such a fish, Miss Gracie,” I laugh…and my water breaks…

I sit there stunned for a moment, and then slowly stand. “Gracie, honey, it’s time to get out of the pool and call daddy at work.”

“Why, Mommy? I want to stay!”

“It’s time to meet Gabe,” I grab a towel and hand it to my dripping daughter. “Let’s get you dried off and inside.”

“Yay! Gabe!” Gracie skips into the house and I reach for my cell phone.

“Hello, dear. Yes, it’s time…” the contractions start. I have time, they’re slow, I can still talk through them. But this is not the fun part of mother hood! ‘(7) OMG, just kick me in the head and get it over with!’ I think as I hang up the phone with my frantic husband. But I wouldn’t trade this for the world. It’s (8) just another day in paradise.