Search Term Madness
(The game is to take a whole bunch of the random searches that people find your blog by and try to make some sort of story out of them. This is my first real attempt at it and I'm looking forward to more practice and fun with it. I was thinking it would be cool to frame a story, use the search words, write a paragraph or two and then pass it along to someone else to blog on with.)

"They were big, those tires, 2.8's at least, and that's a big tire," he said.
"Quit your stupid intellectual ramblings, you norcal photo blogging fool, I'm watching Orpah for Elaine Davidson and her japanese see through skirts, then Katelyn will be coming on to show us how to make some kick ass rum drinks," his tired and highly disheveled room mate hissed at him.
"I saw some plastic surgery mpegs of Michael Jackson today and a popup storybook of Jessica Lynch and they were capable of poisoning limewire."
"No, no you didn't, that was a dream, there are no surgery movies of Jacko," he retorted angrily as he stabbed the volume button. "Make me one of those three mile island iced teas you make."
"Don't make me get out my ancient sleeping poison recipes and show you what for," he threatened.
"All those parathetical phrases you utter and not an ounce of battitude in you, why don't you go off and write your momma an erotic e-card, maybe send her some strippella drawings, you know the ones," he laughed.
"Bugger yer puppy, lad, bugger yer puppy, I'm no Gudy Two Shoes but I'm also no Limbaugh, I'm more in the middle, sort of a McNabb/Rhodes combination," he argued his case against him.
"Oh you're just the king of all juicy fruit pinatas. You are a true stimulant, you eccentric cornershot."
"I have three words for you, are you ready, are you ready?"
"Yes, go on, I'm ready for you, you magnificent bastard."
"Ariana Huffington Nude."
"Huh?"