"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  I had the story bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story.  Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun."


A small planet occupied the third orbit around this yellow sun.  And on this planet, there was a girl.

Her name was...

... she was a showgirl.  


oh well..I guess the story game wasn't meant to be tonight...

another time...

Sorry baby I was already in bed..didn't feel energetic and I need all my energy for today

I thought we were doing some kind of three-words-at-a-time type of thing. Then I got a little Towelie and decided that writing a whole paragraph sounded overwhelming.