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3 Line Cinema

This is actually CheekyDiva’s prompt dealie, so it’s her thing really, this is just a way I can keep inspired, selflessly promote others while shamelessly promoting myself. And yes I would randomly promote you too, just because you are neato. Yes, You too!

Anyway the topic is movies, the technique is Haiku, and the object is for you to care enough to guess the movie.

1. My hand is possessed?!
Chainsawed it off; now can’t read
A Farewell to Arms

2. Days shooting mynocks
Who knew ‘wasting time with friends’
Would pay off some day?!

3. A chick with three boobs?!
And spy games on Mars…who cares!
A chick with three boobs!!

4. A futile journey
Past bikers, Large Marge, ‘pet’ snakes…
There was no basement!

5. That Jeff Goldblum flick
A catch-phrase mumbling genius…
No, the other one.

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Bristling

In my efforts to get the word out about BTdotcom, and the Zombie Bunnies idea, I spoke with a friend who is quite interested in my ideas. And yes I told her about you. Yes, YOU. *points to you*

She’s willing to put time and effort into it all. On one condition.

I write something about porcupines.

The Trifecta Challenge this week doesn’t help me out. I will not write about Death and porcupines. I only slaughter zombunnies, thankyouverymuch.

Lance’s 100 word challenge would be based on a song, and it’s not “Winona’s Big Brown Beaver”. At least not this week.

Something quick and easy shorter, more funner…

Wait a minute! El Guapo would know what to do.
So, a limerick!

There once was a porcupine
Who had a receding quill-line
He found applying Rogaine
Caused his paws quite some pain
So he bought a cheap wig made with pine

In the throes of inspiration I also channeled Clown On Fire, wiiiiith, a Haiku.

Hug a porcupine
in cartoons, your stomach sprays
when drinking water.

And to round this out, these two fine fellows are currently supporting many causes, including Movember.
Rather than give a lengthy explanation or interpretive dance, a limerick should dictate the ‘rules’ quite clearly.

For one month, do something brash
Grow yourself a thick hearty mustache
Rollie Fingers, Fu Manchu;
They got nothin’ on you!
Your plumage will help raise some cash.

us.movember.com

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