"We were cast-iron back in those days."

[nightdog_barks]

Ye gods, I'd forgotten all about the Magic Drabble Generator until I was reminded tonight. Here's a sample:

A Passionate Day To Bounce

Wilson stepped curtly out into the spiffy sunshine, and admired House's leg. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a shiny sight."

House climbed off the paprika and walked wildly across the grass to greet his lover. Wilson patted House on the eye and then tried to bounce him dreamily, but without success.

"That's all right," House said. "We can try again later."

"I'm just not clever," said Wilson. "Not as clever as the time we bounced above the clouds."

House nodded heartily. "We were cast-iron back in those days."

"Our ears were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Wilson said. "Everything seems tasty and blue when you're young."

"Of course," House said. "But now we're pickled, we can still have fun. If we go about it happily."

"Happily?" Wilson said . "But how?"

"With this," House said and held out a splendid horse. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to bounce."

Wilson swallowed the horse at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to bounce happily. They bounced like a flash of the setting sun. Three times.

And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.

:D

Comments

[pwcorgigirl]

The 'we were cast iron' line sounds like something Wilson would say while tipsy. :D

Mine reads like the drabble generator were smoking crack:

The Rat Prince

House was walking through a warm meadow, laughing at the butterflies flitting around his head when he spied a pungent little rat lying under a tree.

House skipped over to see the dear thing and was smooth to find that he was hurt! A hat had pierced his limp little eyebrows and he whimpered beautifully with the pain.

"My stolid little friend," House said. "Let me help you!" He took out his Leatherman Multi-Purpose tool and pulled out the hat, as sturdily as he could. The rat cried out and House's heart ached, like a sarcastic gimp translates to friend in Swedish. "You'll be all right," House whispered. "I'll take care of you. I'll call you Wilson and you can live with me forever!"

Scooping Wilson up in his arms, House carried him home and made a bed for him beside his own. For seven days and seven nights, House nursed Wilson, cleaning his eyebrows and feeding him Cane-brand rat chow.

On the eighth night, Wilson climbed into bed with House. He burrowed under the covers and quickly limped House's forearm. It made House giggle and he cuddled close to Wilson, stroking his leg and singing pearly to him.

They continued that way for a long time. Every day, House hurried home so he could curl up with Wilson. It gave him a tall feeling whenever Wilson limped his forearm.

Then one night, Wilson looked up at House and said, "If you kiss me, I will become a translucent prince."

House screamed slowly, he was so surprised. How could a rat talk? He must have dropped off and dreamed it.

"You're not dreaming," Wilson said. "Kiss me."

"Don't tell anyone I screamed like that," House said and kissed Wilson on his leg. The air swirled and suddenly, there stood a translucent prince! With a crown and everything!

"I'm Prince Wilson," he said. "I was cursed. It's a long story."

"Is it really you?" House said.

"See?" Wilson said and showed House the scar from the hat on his eyebrows. Then he kissed House and they tumbled on a table and did a lot of very sweet things, some of them involving a clean motorcycle.

"I love you," Wilson said when they were done. House clasped him close and they lived together happily ever after on all the prince treasure Wilson had stashed away.

And if Wilson didn't know about House's visits to the rat sanctuary, well, it wouldn't hurt him.

[nightdog_barks]

LOLOLOL

I think my true mental age must be about six, because I find these silly things absolutely hilarious. :D

[pwcorgigirl]

I think they're hilarious too, so we can be six together. :)