I was on the phone for a really long time today, and have pretty much talked myself into a pulp. I may even have exhausted my verbal abilities. No, really. And I feel the need to do something somewhat less frivolous with the rest of the day, so I'm indulging in a meme.
Sunday Meme: Word Beads
Word Beads for May 28, 2006
The object is to string the above words into a sentence.
"Girt, as was his custom from time immemorial, in a maroon madras plaid jockstrap (and nothing else) Joke strode, glowing with a combination of self-tanner and oil, onto the stage of the Florida Body Builder's Tournament, feeling pleased, that, as he was about to achieve the status of myth, it was to be in such a salutary fashion."