Sunday, October 15, 2006

word association

Create a popular phrase with each word below. For example, if I write yellow, you might write "we all live in a yellow submarine". Got it? Good. Go.

Window
Purple
Bikini
Stars
Rose
Sand
Butter
Wind
Worm
Happy

10 Comments:

At 8:51 AM , Anonymous Jeff Meyerson said...

Why do songs immediately come to mind? OK:

The windows of the world are covered with rain.

Purple haze is in my brain.

It was an itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini...

Stars fell on Alabama last night.

Love is a rose but you better not pick it, only grows when it's on the vine.

The heat wave and the crowds are just old news, but I've still got some sand in my shoes.

I like bread & butter, I like toast & jam...

The wayward wind, is a restless wind...

If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life, never make a pretty woman your wife.

I'm blanking on worm.

 
At 3:08 PM , Anonymous Bismuth said...

Why come in through the window when the doors are wide open?

A purple dog is better than no dog at all.

There are three terms I never want to hear in the same sentence: Bikini, leprosy, and Newt Gingrich.

I've got a great idea for a new reality show: Dancing with Ninja Stars!

The lover beckoned from the bed like a carnal rose.

It's fitting that sand is often used to keep time, as both are practically infinite.

She melted like butter in my butt-crack.

Always remember to release what you wind up.

It just doesn't pay to be an early worm.

as happy as Tom Cruise being abducted.

 
At 6:16 PM , Anonymous boo augustus said...

Windows sucks!

Purple rain, purple rain . . .

A man will go to war, fight and die for his country. But he won't get a bikini wax.

The stars at night, are big and bright,
Deep in the heart of Texas
(I awlays think of Pee Wee Herman singing the first line to prove he's in Texas - everyone in the vicinity claps their hands and sings the second line).

Every rose has its thorn . . .

The foolish man builds his house upon the sand, the wise man builds a 400 unit, 50 story condominium tower on Miami beach and sells it out before hurricane season.

Her voice is like butter.

Like a candle in the wind, never knowing, who to cling to, when the rain set in . . .

The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.

Happy, happy, joy, joy.

 
At 11:34 AM , Anonymous Dan said...

1) Time flies out the window.
2) that Purple people eater oldies song...
3) Bikini - the best thing the french ever gave us.
4) stars exist to remind us of our diminutitive size to the rest of the universe.
5) roses are red, pickles are green...and andrew dice clay can finish the rest.
6) sand + body orifice = the devil.
7) butter - the other white condiment.
8) wiggle worm!
9) to be happy is a state of mind.

 
At 12:24 PM , Blogger Higgy said...

When God closes a door, he opens a window. And lets all the flies in.

Purple Rain was a Prince song, wasn't it? I hate Prince.

I'm just going to sit here and watch the bikini's walk by.

Oh my stars, look at THAT bikini!

I think it's rose colored - either that or it's FAR too small for her...

And she might have some chafing if she sits in the sand while wearing it...

I'd like to slather her in butter and... no I wouldn't, I don't like butter.

The wind is picking up a bit - she's a bit chilly in her bikini...

The last time I ate the worm from a bottle of tequila, I woke up in Cancun wearing only a smile.

But all the bikinis there sure made me smile!

 
At 12:27 PM , Blogger Higgy said...

DOH - substitute "Happy" for "smile" in that last one!

 
At 1:49 PM , Blogger Trillian DBB said...

When God closes a door, sometimes he opens a window
One eyed one horned flying purple people eater
Ittsy bitsy teeny weenie yellow polka dot bikini
Are the stars out to tonight? I can’t tell if it’s cloudy or light.
Every rose has its thorn
Like sand through the hour glass, so are the days of our lives
Butter makes a bitter batter better
Don’t piss into the wind
Guess I’ll just go eat wurms
Happy happy, joy joy, happy happy, joy joy, happy happy, joy joy joy!

 
At 9:03 PM , Anonymous maille said...

window of time.....

purple people eater

just got into one 2 years ago...

indefinate amounts of stars to gaze upon while engrossing yourself in a deep conversation

pick her nose rose (my old spanish teachers name - was Gay Rose - i swear to you!)

ahhhh summer time - warm sand under my feet - is it here yet?

molly mcbutter - UUGGGHHH

wind beneath my wings

sour patch worms - DAMN GOOD

happy happy joy joy - yeah i'm not original pretty sure everyone else and their mother would think of that first too...

 
At 2:11 AM , Anonymous Sallyacious said...

The eyes are the windows of the soul.

Purple prose.

Bikini wax

Stars and Stripes Forever

A rose is a rose is a rose

Like grains of sand through an hour glass, so go the days of our lives...

'Tis a far, far butter thing... (My apologies to Dorothy Sayers and Lord Peter Wimsey.)

Don't forget to wind your watch

The worm has turned

Happy birthday to you!

 
At 5:36 PM , Blogger Tamara said...

"You make a better DOOR than a WINDOW!"

*looks at the other words*

...And... now I give up. :)

 

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