Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Since the invention of the bubble combustion motor or the Bucomo, as it was affectionately known, oil was no longer needed - except for sensual massages. Cars now ran on dish soap. All the world's problems were solved and even pollution became a fun event. The occasional soap tanker that floundered off the coast led to wonderful spills of bubbly suds, all of it pH neutral. The lemon-flavored beachside air drew crowds eager for fun and cleanliness. Saline bubbles floated back and forth, volleyed by carefree frolickers while bikini-clad beauties, legs sunning in suds, enjoyed the peace of sand and detergent. Often a boyfriend or hubby trotted back from the seashore to his freshly bathed girl, sparkling dishes hugged in his arms.
Story #397
Thanks to everyone who wrote their own story/caption to the above photo. More are welcome. I'll comment them tonight, and post the next photo too.
Special note: Today is Roachz's birthday! So go wish her a happy birthday - and while you're at it, read her wonderful blog!
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When Gillian showed up in the polka-dot bikini, the beach police decided rules were made to be broken but they still weren't letting goat men in.
The drink has two straws..
One for her...
One for the symbiotic mold on her legs that she has grown up with. She never wears pants as to not harm it, but she concerned with its growing love of sweet sweet rum.
After emerging from the magical waters of the Jersey shore, Twinkie sat, calmly sipped her drink and allowed the transformation to take place. Soon she would say her good-byes to her land bound friends and swim freely with the other mer-people, never wanting again for fresh sushi.
"No, really," she said, seeing my uneasy stare. "It's completely natural. I usually try to time things much better, but I can't bring myself to shear it just yet. It makes the most wonderful yarn...."
The curse was beginning to take its toll on her body. Yolanda spent her final days on Miami Beach, sipping margaritas. She always thought being a lamb would be neat anyway.
Hi,
It had to happen sooner or later – little orange beings from Mars came to Earth to replicate themselves. They ply the sunbathing host with a little red ink cocktail to transform each girl’s legs into incubators. Then they spray their sperms in shaving foam onto the girls' legs which act as incubators. After three days, little Martian hatchlings start to appear all over the girl’s legs. They must look after all the creatures as their own until they mature, which could take up to a week. Then the adult Martians reclaim their offspring.
Regards,
Coral
Just read your comments on my Blog. Thanks so much. You might be interested in a trilogy of short stories I wrote beginning on May 22nd, "¿Dónde está la respuesta?/Where is the answer?" continuing on 5/26 "Y la pregunta es/And the question is" and finishing on 5/28 with "La Pregunta Sigue/The question continues." Åll totally bilingual. I'd be interested in your comments. And good luck in Barcelona, it's a beautiful city.
Sitting on the beach with everyone who walked by staring, Lis found herself wondering if this was really the only way to treat a jellyfish sting, or if her friends were lying. Staring at that awful white foamy stinging stuff on her legs, she shuddered. Maybe they were playing some kind of awful joke on her. Maybe they were laughing at her behind her back! Her face took on an ugly scowl. Suddenly everyone she looked at seemed to be sniggering snidely, thinking, "What an idiot!" One by one, she was suspicious of everyone on the beach, until finally she stood up and threw her drink down in a moment of rage. "I will never trust any of you again!" she screamed. "NEVER!" She then stalked away, furious.
"Wow," her friend commented, nodding in the direction of Lis' retreating back, "that sting sure did make Lis grumpy, didn't it?"
Sadly, I knew my parents generation were polluting our waters back in good old days when I was just a wee baby, but this is ridiculious. After a dip on the Jersey shore on a relaxing day, these days in the year 2037, you really come out looking like this. I wish people had spent more time protecting the environment and our oceans, 30 years ago.
i happened to come here from various links all around. And.
i dont know. anything, anymore.
Cheryl really loves her Saint Bernard but isn't sure putting up with the dog slime when 'Bernie' shakes his head makes the dog worth keeping.
it's charming, the bits of inspiration that come flashing from a photo. i'll play again one of these days.
just dropped by to say hey. and to thank you for the wonderful email you sent me while i was gone. xx.
{illyria}! I'm so happy you're back! I had to answer this comment before the others. I'll have some time during lunch to read through all of these, and post my own story, which came a little light, I think.
reuters - Scientists have announced another breakthrough in cloning techniques, they have successfully developed a human/goat hybrid. The hybrid has the legs of a goat and perfect human breasts.Scientists used genes donated by a number Californian females and a South American Mountain Goat.They are a little disappointed as the hybrid appears to have inherited the Californian female intelligence genes as opposed to the Goats.
Hello Indeterminacy! Thanks for the comment you left on my Eurovision poem. I was very pleased somebody I haven't actually harrassed to comment on my blog took time to comment! Haha. Love your blog. I am going to play, here is my story:
Fiona hasn't had time to shave her legs. She has to work around the clock in an investment bank; which is good because the money she makes means she can afford to buy her own fancy cocktails and bikinis. Excellent time management skills that Fiona developped in her job mean that she can apply her shaving cream, sunbathe, sip a drink, check out fit blokes on the beach, report to her friend on her mobile phone all at the same time. A dip in the sea will annihilate the shaving cream and that bloody stubble in one single plop. Fiona is writing a self-improvement book entitled: "How to enjoy life despite hairy legs".
Sex with Vanna the sex doll that had come to life after he read the terrible passage from the Necronomicon had warped Phillip's mind and shattered his sanity. The next spell she forced him to cast also began to alter his form. He was growing ready to return to R'Lyeh where dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.
"Ia, Ia, Cthulhu Fthagn!" muttered Phillip as Vanna beckoned him towards the sea with one perfect porcelain hand.
He said he wanted to shave her legs. She thought well, why not? It might be sexy. What she didn't know was that he had no idea how to apply shaving cream. (She had only seen him use an electric razor on himself) So there she was, waiting for him to come back with the razor, looking rather foolish, but nevertheless unable to change her mind at this point, considering he was paying for her vacation on the Riviera.
A little tale:
Roachz was so hungry after a whole night of report writing and she had no choice but to eat that bar of soap on the sink. Soap is rich in fat and oils, why not?
The next day, bubbles kept gushing out of her legs, making her look like a fool sunbathing with all these bronze goddesses without problems like her!!! Nature, especially gravity is very cruel to dolls like her and her master did not install in her a counter-attack system against accidental soap consumption and gasoline-fight freak accidents . It was so embarassing that she ran home, on her birthday (day of manufacture) and never to be seen outside ever again.....
Thanks for the wish, Indie! Now this explains the sudden gush of visitors to my otherwise humble blog. Thanks so much, and I love you and the you in S.A.C.A.D.A!!!!!!
Yup wiser by the year and more candles on the cake. Cool!
Thanks everyone who wrote a story! Some of you stopped by the first time - so I hope you'll feel like coming back. That's up to me, I guess. If I can write cool enough. Today's story was kind of light.
Doug: I agree. No goat men at the beach. What a turn off!
Robert: That's such a cool concept. Where will it end? Her legs may be none to steady after a couple of drinks.
The Duncan: Never thought of a transformation/transition. I love the idea!
DW2: Sheep girl! I wonder if it's nice to pet her legs.
Special Sam: Interesting how the lamb/sheep/wool idea keep coming through in such different variations. I never would have thought of it.
CoralPoetry: That was great and so imaginative - but can she walk away from this?
Lorena: I will have a look at those posts - thanks for telling me. I'll also tell my Spanish speaking friends.
To your story: There must be a fetish about shaving a girl's legs. I don't mind hairy legs on a girl, but it's strange to kiss a girl with a mustache.
Talespin: Your story was so cool! So much going on in such a short space of time. I wondered while reading, what was really going on.
Aüril: Your story makes me wonder what that stuff on her legs really was. I've been to the North Sea one hot summer when algea was out of control and the shore was covered with foam. You couldn't really go in the water.
Clit.Chatting: I hope my stories haven't had this disorienting effect on you. I'm glad you stopped by. You sites look really interesting and important.
Sandy: Maybe I should get a cat instead.
Grocer: Wicked story! You have a sense of humor right after my hear. Must have been a valley girl. Remember that song by Zappa?
Riri: Your story was quite witty. It's almost a lost art these days. I enjoyed reading it.
Cheesemeister: What a horrible end for Phillip. This gave me a chill.
Roachz: Wonderful birthday story! Just think how great it would be taking a shower. You never run out of soap!
And your compliments.... You're making me blush. I don't know about that SACADA kid - he just showed up one day and posted some stories I wrote some 35 years ago. I'm still not sure what it's all about. Doug did some research on that at his blog: Doug's SACADA Investigation.
I found the bubble pollution an interesting idea. The world needs an energy source that doesn't harm the ecology when accidents happen.
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