But Marion is off to a great start. It is perfectly coherent and sensible. My own had to resort to pseudo-poetic babble to obfuscate the fact that it doesn't actually make sense. But the assignment was to sound merely "plausible," which isn't quite the same as making sense.

I might point out to the transatlantic and the transoceanic that Andrew Brons is the SECOND member of the British National Party (a sort of cuddlier Ku Klux Klan) who are Members of the European Parliament, and that the fat one is the OTHER one - also one-eyed like Gordon Brown. Since, unlike Mr Bottomley, Mr Brons is alive, or what passes alive in those of his ilk, I thought better of libelling him by name. Avaricious refers to the fact that though the two of them insisted they would NOT be on the take like pretty well all other MEPs (they are actually both MUCH richer and MUCH more corrupt than our home grown Members of Parliament), once they got there they took the filthy lucre like most other people.

I have no doubt that Americans and Australasians will be amazed and shocked that members of the legislatures of Europe steal so blithely from their own electorates, but such, alas, is the case. Public hanging is my solution.

A British company drilling evilly for gas has inadvertently...

I wonder if I could extend that for 156 words

Now Obama, President, questions...

hum!

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Very nice indeed Petra. This thing becomes an obsession. I've got to 52 words with the oil business. It's X that causes the trouble, isn't it? xeric? I shall look it up.

A British company drilling evilly for gas has inadvertently jiggered, knackered Louisianans, Mexicans. Noble Obama, President, qua rogues sinfully tits up, voices wishes. ‘Xenogamous yahoos zapped American businesses. Clever devils evidently foraged godlessly. Happenstance is justly karma. Let mendacious, nasty oil producers, quite rightly shafted, tell us verily whither x-rated yellowbellies? Zounds! Arsekissing Brits can do essentially fuckall. Ghastly hellhounds! Insolent jackasses!’ Kickbutt lawman now opines poor querimonious ratfinks should tremble. UK’s vicious wimps yelp zoophitically, all bloody craven dirtbags….

That's great, John. Topical, and mostly true.

Ah Roger, I have more! See my previous post.

A bizarre conundrum defeats effete featured guest hosts: imitating judicious, “knowledgeable” loquacity means notably original, pungent questions rarely surface—the “usual victims” won’t xenophobically yell zanyisms.

Alternatively, belligerent commentators debate each fathead, give habitues immense jitters, knit lewd, mean, nasty, overtly physical queries, revile soporific twits, underscore vices, work x-rated, yowl, zing, and bloviate ceaselessly— deflecting earnest, friendly gestures, humorous interruptions, jovial kidding, lighthearted maneuvering, nudges, or pushes.

Questioners’ rude, sarcastic techniques usually vary: wrath, XL yapping, zabernism—all build cacophonous discussions; “emcee facilitators” generate hostile interjections, juicing katzenjammerish, loud mania.

Normal Oiks (“people,” quondam) reject shows talking-up very weary, xanax-yawny, zonked audiences. Blasé current devotees expect far greater hostility in jumpy, kooky, loutish misanthropes. Nix old, polite quaintness!

Research says: “Tuesday: Unhinged Viragoes; Wednesday: Xenomenia! Young, Zaftig Alchoholics! Busty Concubines!” Don’t eff-ing forget: Gaga’s hot (ick, just kidding). Let’s move: no otiose poets quoting Rosetti sonnets— today’s urban viewers want xanthippic, young zealots.

Frank

Great, Frank. But you're missing the last Y.

And John, I now see. Wow!

I'm slipping off the winner page by the minute.

You can't allow that to happen, Roger. Back to your last, cobbler! meanwhile I've done it. 156 words. NOW I stop.

Gulf Wars

A British company drilling evilly for gas has inadvertently jiggered, knackered Louisianans, Mexicans. Noble Obama, President, qua rogues sinfully tits up, voices wishes. ‘Xenomorphic yahoos zapped American businesses. Clever devils evidently foraged godlessly. Happenstance is justly karma. Let mendacious, nasty oil producers, quite rightly shafted, tell us verily whither x-rated yellowbellies? Zounds! Arsekissing Brits can do essentially f*ckall. Godawful hellhounds! Insolent jackasses!’ Kickbutt law man now opines pettifogging, querimonious ratfinks should tremble. UK’s vicious wimpish xenophobes yawp zoophitically, all bloody craven dirtbags. ‘Enervated foreign gits! Hateful, insolent, jesuitical, knavish liars!’ meditates nuggety Obama, ‘Parsimonious queers! Rotten, stinking traitors! Utterly vermiform, whoreson, xylocephalic yobbish zeds! Ah benificent, charismatic, dictatorial, energetic, futuristic giant-slaying heroic idealist! Jack-in-office knowall? Limey-hating, mendacious nebbish? Onanistic, pie-in-the-sky, Quixote? Rubbish! Send the USA victorious! Wise, xenogenetic, youthful, zealous Americans beat carbon, deploy eco friendly, gas hating, ingenious jollyboats. Kosher learning makes navigation oil-less, petrol-free – quinquereme rowboats, schooners, trows, unpollutant vessels, weatherly xebecs, yachts zephyrophiliac...

Thanks, Raj. Whew! Must be the heat and the cupidity.

Best to All,

Frank