"FEEL THE LOVE" DU! I saw this starting on another post and it's too much fun to miss! [View All]

[Jeffersons Ghost]

With certain leaders showing a distinct lack of love for America, I see no reason for us to also degrade the human spirit. Instead, enjoy a short diversion into the delight of romance writing!

Here is how it starts:

BeHereNow says
"As she passed the bananas in her local market, her mind turned to thoughts of her lover... Curious George.
She felt her heart quicken and her cheek blush, as she remembered her last encounter with the King of the Corporatist Jungle.
Suddenly she was afraid, ashamed that the other shoppers might somehow know or read
her thoughts..."
(feel free to continue my fellow DUErs)

CrazyOrangeCat says

"She glanced up, her eyes still aglaze . . .

. . . from dreams of simian passion. The gangly, slack-jawed produce boy was staring at her!"

"Maam, I have some firmer ones over here!"


aint_no_life_nowhere says
When she appeared to brush him off and move on, the gangly produce boy
seemed to read her secret thoughts and desires, when he suddenly emitted a loud sound in imitation of the girl's object of desire: "NUUCULAR", stopping the hottie in her tracks. With passion in her eyes, she turned to him with a smoldering gaze as the produce boy began pounding on his nose to make it as red as possible and projected his lips outwardly and began grinding his jaw. The hottie began squirming in her tight skirt and form-hugging blouse, egging the produce boy on. The produce boy reached for a bag of pretzels and began stuffing them in his mouth as he bobbed his head up and down, hunched his shoulders, and he panned the grocery store with his head as he uttered the words "pun-inch-shoe-la" followed by "Eye-Rack-Key" and topped off by "food on yo family" while collapsing to the floor. She was all over him in seconds.


Jeffersons Ghost says
Suddenly the slur of produce-manager Dick Lester Chainy snapped the couple back to reality...

"BACK TO WORK, boy... do you think this corporation runs on love?" growled Chainy. As she turned her eyes toward the scowling old-man, a vision of the real power in that department set her soul ablaze. Now she knew where the real potency in the produce parlor lurked. "Yes, um, err... yes sir Mr. Chainy" stuttered the chimp-like youth. As her eyes met those of the bristling old-man, pouting lips instinctively let the name "Mr. Chainy" slip past.

Boldly, the growling master of the market replied, "My friends call me Dick Lester or Dick Less."

Perhaps other DUers will feel free to continue this sordid encounter and allow their words to sear our souls with passages of forbidden romance.