But, just in case, here's a fun thing to tide us over.
Remember LippLibs?
We had a contest I think with this a while back.
How about another?
Here's the prompt: I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on
"in the choir loft with the parson and his organ."
You fill in what should be in your quotation marks.
No points for lewdness, all evidence to the contrary.
Contest opens now.
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I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on it being dependent on the payout of my own life insurance policy.
I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on 23 black, so... I guess I was wrong.
I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no idea it would be in bed with my snoring husband and a Plush Comfort pillow.
I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on the left in stitch that won me a malpractice suit.
I knew I would find my joie de vivre but had no money on joining a cult whose sole purpose was herding cats and massaging sharks.
I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on the battered penny pony from my childhood and the caterwauling toddler now tucked into my arms.
I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on a five foot black snake coiled around the hot water pipe under the kitchen sink.
I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money of BoudainDay and Singaporean street food
I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on planning life goals for a talking yak.
you guyz crack me up.
I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on it ending with a ride in the backseat to the pen.
I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on the place where the sun don’t shine. Seattle?
I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on "knee-deep in the mud of a conflict zone while trying to jump start a UN truck".
I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on finding it at a table in a Chinese restaurant on a rain-soaked side street in Paris.
(true story, by the way)
I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on finding it at Dollywood with my sons and nephew.
I knew I would find my joie de vivre but had no money on planting catnip in the back yard.
I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on Joy in her VW.
I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on it being stuck between two born-again insurance salesmen in economy class.
I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on "editing."
I knew I would find my joie de vivre but had no money on it being after the seventh coat of Misty Moonlight finally covering the incredibly ill-thought-out Musty Merlot on my bedroom ceiling.
I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on it appearing as I realized what I could do with the power that surged through me in the Chair but failed to kill me.
I knew I would find my joire de vivre, but I had no money on it being subsequently killed by Mr Green, with a candlestick in the conservatory.
I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on:
A Colt .45 and a bank teller.
Why?
Doesn't every guy ask their future spouse at a gun range?
I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on a successful career as a coroner.
I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on my joie de livre.
I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on it being at the bottom of this cup of burnt diner coffee.
I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on
"the parson committing arson with the money from the alms plate.
Yeah, ueah, it was cold in the pew,
But I could have bought a tootdie roll with that cash."
I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on my wife being so supportive of the journey. When I told her I was setting out to find myself, she was so excited she even paid for the plane ticket.
I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on it being with Giovanni. He was not as handsome and tall as Marco or as colorful and stylish as Manwell or as demanding and exacting as Trevor. But we just FIT. He wasn't perfect on the floor, but neither was I. I stepped too wide one day and began to stumble. But his arm was there, up along the full length of mine, muscle and confidence lifting me, preventing the fall. Then his brown eyes caught me and -- from there -- the joy of motion, the music of movement, the harmony of two bodies forming one fluid effortless passion. Always with him, now, for nearly twenty years.
Here's the prompt: I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on "rescuing puppies from the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone."
I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on "Colonel Mustard, in the library with his candlestick.”
I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on seeing my neighbor bungee cord an A-frame ladder to the bed of his pick-up truck and climb to the top of the ladder with a telescoping pole saw.
True story: I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money.
I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on it being a spider bite.
I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on under the big top dressed as a clown.
I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on it being stuck with gum to the back of another Chopin piece.
I typed the prompt into google and it auto filled as:
I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on my credit card.
I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on schadenfreude.
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