Session: September 8, 2012

http://strange-games.blogspot.com/2006/12/shoe-wild-mare-strange-christmas-games.html

"Follow these rules and we'll get along fine."
by TT

A photographer was there during my pedicure by the groom. He didn't get a photograph when I leaned my head down and nipped the groom in the ass. His pants fell down. The photographer left in a hurry for some reason. Follow these rules and we'll get along fine, I thought to myself.

http://www.blogto.com/city/2010/10/strange_and_quirky_photos_of_toronto/

"The door slammed shut in a gust of wind, startling everyone."
by GS

The party invitation came at the last minute, giving the date (tomorrow), the time (8 PM) and the address: 88 Strange Street. It also said "Come with no expectations." For the past year I had been socializing with a group of non-traditionalists who often concocted elaborate scenarios for our get-togethers, so the invitation was not a complete surprise. I had never heard of Strange Street, but Google knew all about it, so I biked over. The home appeared to be abandoned with an overgrown yard of derelict weeds, broken steps, and a rusting car hulk in the driveway. I entered cautiously but with 'no expectations' since I can follow directions. About a dozen others were there, chatting in the front room, all as mystified as I was. There was no hint of what would come next. Suddenly the lights went out, and the door slammed shut in a gust of wind, startling everyone. The sound of clanking chains from the basement became louder as we huddled in amazement. The floor collapsed suddenly and we all fell into the basement where our host had prepared refreshments. Strange Street was named appropriately!

http://2pep.com/funny%20pics/worlds%20funniest%20weird%20pics%20cool%20images/strange%20weird%20funny%20pictures%20of_hover-cat.jpg

"She leaned around the corner to see if the man with the gun was still in the lobby."
by PV

Puss and her shadow confirmed it. The gunman's toady at the side displayed a stoicism as if he was accustomed to these strange arrangements. Obviously the nervous host for this Feline Fancier Fanfare had not anticipated this variation of catnapping. Me, I'm a mouse of a journalist charged with conveying my own unvarnished account of momentous events. Millicent would applaud him for once again a magnificent mighty mouse scoop. 

"Late again."
by CC

Phyllis hated herself. No, that was too strong. She was disappointed in herself. Life had handed her lemons, sure, but she hadn’t made lemonade. She looked at herself in the mirror:  Frumpy. Her life seemed to have come to an end, and all she could do was mess things up. Case in point: She had to be downtown to pay that traffic ticket in two hours. Late again.

Her daughter had bought her the silly little car – she had told Phyllis that she didn’t need the Ford anymore, and parking would be so much easier. Phyllis walked out to the curb and kicked its little tire. Hard to believe you could get a ticket in this thing. It was too embarrassing. And if her daughter found out about it, she might take the car back and give her a bus pass next time.

Suddenly everything came to the boiling point. Phyllis strode back into the house and rummaged around in the closet for an old bedspread and a football helmet that one of the kids had stashed there years ago. She grabbed her suitcase and threw some clothes into it.

She was an outlaw, that was it. And proud of it. She was even a superhero outlaw. Climbing in the little car she threw open the sun roof, and floored the car – breaking the speed limit all the way.