Seven degrees of separation. Go!
Complete the 7-steps...
1. Narcissist Freedivers
2. Whip or monofin, honey?
3. Blame Canada
4. "Sir, she's gone from suck to blow!"
5. "Your toys are fun to touch. Mine are all sticky." (for BennyB)
6. Days of wine and vinyl.
7. Lying on a beach, in a black wetsuit, inscrutable Bond smirk hanging down on one side, martini in hand, speargun ready to discharge at the slightest provocation.
And then up walks the woman know only as Island Sands. "Hello, Ms. Sands, lovely day for a martini, isn't it?" Then a giant fist, with thumb and pinky extended floats along behind her and says, "Wakka, wakka, wakka, give me back my sandwich."
A spring of pure warm chocolate bubbles up from a small hole in the sand, just above the tideline. It whistles Dixie and blows rings of icing into the air.
A raised eyebrow. "Care for some fondue?"
Ms. Sands, smirks, brandishes a cold spoon.
"End of the line, Monsieur Narcissist. I have you surrounded."
Before a reply can be made, a small man in a cowboy hat with two six shooters in hand, emerges from the ocean, hissing and bubbling, in the style of the Creature from the Black Lagoon meets Aphrodite. Scary, but strangely stimulating.
"I'm drunk or soon to be hungover," he snarls, and raises his gun in the direction of Ms. Sands.
Is it a double cross? Does Ms. Sands have a greater foe than our hero? Is the natural fondue spring edible or at least dark chocolate?
Find out next time on....The Island of [sorry, we interrupt this broadcast with the results of the US election six days in advance. Paris Hilton has been added to the Republic ticket by a computer hack of the electronic voting systems and is now in control of the big red button that should absolutely and positively never ever be pushed by anyone except perhaps accidentally by the guy from Dr. Strangelove (ohh, that would have been a hoot, dearie) or a vicious Chihuahua. With Hilton on the ticket, Obamas support swung away like a boom in a sudden backing wind and knocked him out of contention. All hail President Hilton. At least hotels will be better from now on.]
name....Island Sands. Does that make me a narcissist? Hell no!
Your turn.