Okay, so here are the stories about JeN's five random words. Now, they aren't full stories just one or two sentences quickly about the word....so here goes:



Kleenex : My grade 4...or 5 teacher was almost obsessive about what we called Kleenex...because we didn't have the brand Kleenex in the room we had to call it Tissue. I'm sorry but if somes says the want tissues.....I want to hand them tissue paper...you know for wrapping gifts in?

Jean Jacket : I am a younger sister. Yes, to many of you out there I am devil spawn. I am the one that stole my sisters clothes. and never fessed up. I would wear them, and put them back without putting them through the wash (I didn't wear her underwear or anything so it's not as bad as it could be). I never asked though...which is what usually got me in trouble. Now, my sister was...a slightly bigger girl than I have ever been so her jean jacket sorta made me look all wiaf-like and a little like a young girl trying to look older than she really was. Which is why I loved it of course. *laughs,* She hated it when I wore her jacket...and she really lit into me about wearing it one day...it was raining....I got her precious jacket wet...a few years after my dad got sick I found an old suede and fur jacket of his. Very 70's looking. She tried to tell me off for wearing that....but he told me I could have it. I threw that in her face...I was 15 maybe. It felt good. Is that bad?

Pineapple : I am very nervous about a guy going down on me. I don't think I taste very...good and so when guys start to...I usually try and dissuade them from it. Tess has told me just a while ago that if I'm worried about it to eat pineapple....I never knew....I've been eating more pineapple.

Visor : My mom hates having things on her visors or the rearview mirror, but the one thing I can remember hanging in our Bronco (my favourite vehicle that we've ever had) was a dud of a bullet that my dad gave my mom. The bullet is still around here somewhere, and whenever I see it I think of driving to my cottage with my dad. Just him and I together, he would put my hand on the gear shift and teach me how to change gears until I could do it without looking at the age of seven. My cousin has given me a dud of a bullet now, telling me that my dad had given him one....and I can't wait for my own car.

Magazine : I have a compulsion. I must collect....anything. If I buy a magazine I buy that mag religiously for about a year, until I don't have any shoeboxes left to fill with them and then I throw them all out. Does it make sense to anyone out there? Cause it doesn't to me.

So there you have it. My brief takes on those words. So now I challenge you my readers. I lift my sword into a duelling stance and am at the ready to parry your words.

Every hmmm let's make it Monday, and I will post on Tuesday...I would like you to email me with a word. First person with their email to me gets a story or a prize if they can stump me. I haven't figured the prize yet....I have to think that part out. Perhaps it will be something we decide on together? I'm not sure....If you have any ideas on that leave your comments and we'll see what I can manage.

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