Stories withot an end

[TIMTHESORCERER]

simpile, i start you continue, 1 post in a row per person please make this long
please put any notes below the main post in parenthesies
here goes:

I was sitting on a bench in...

[constructivist]

my new plaid trousers. Overlooking the river, the bench was of the old splintered sort that had been in the park for ages.

[Edited on 2-4-2004 by constructivist]

[evrlngfoo]

I could not get over how comfortable my new trousers were. Even on this old bench.



(great idea!)

[constructivist]

Although enjoying the serenity of the river and the warm embrace of my fantastically plaid pants, I was forced to renter the world of obligations upon the ringing of my phone.

[big_P]

its was my mom she wanted to know..

[cfire]

why anyone would wear plaid pants.

[Digi Pixie]

How did she know what I was wearing? Was she hiding in the bushes in full cam gear with a pair of night vision goggles again? That restraining order obviously wasn't doing the trick...

[evrlngfoo]

I began to look around nervously as I asked her what she wanted.

[Martin]

After a long silence she told me and its shocked me to the core....

[emm]

I actually ruined my pretty plaid trousers!
She said: "Tom!" that's my name. "Tom!" she said..