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Friday, May 19, 2006

The Notebook

SHOUTOUT to Alisa, Nina, Masa, and Cherish (and any other upstanding Bayside members who remember this.)
Please reminisce with me on:
The Toilet Notebook

It had a pen attached to it by a piece of yarn, and it fit snug and happy between the toilet trashcan and the wall (just like the toy alligator, but that's another story).
We each wrote a sentence or a paragraph if we were feeling ambitious, every time we took a trip to the john, and our tale grew and grew like a healthy beanstalk.
I don't remember the plot, nor the protagonists, nor indeed any of the names of anyone in the story, but it sure made bathroom excursions a worthy and adventurous experience.
We also found out that paper absorbs smells.
Then someone was feeling mercenary and constipated and killed all the characters. Or something. My memory fails me.
The End.

What I wouldn't give for that notebook. Any chance Cherish or Masa have it stashed away somewhere? That would really put me over the moon.


Blogger lils said...

yeah i remember amy telling me something about the riders toilet book ages ago..that's such a cool idea. when I have kids I will demand they do this ..well it might promote hemoroids and prolong sittings..but I reckon it's the coolest! would be neat to se what story ya'll came up with.

5/19/2006 2:47 PM  
Blogger Florence said...

ahahhhahahaa...sounds brilliant.
ken probably killed all the characters with something disgusting like a...big fart.

5/19/2006 2:59 PM  
Blogger Florence said...

oh and i just wanted to comment:
our new blue and sparkly clean new look compliments this post very nicely. i say we keep it. AHAHAHAHAHAHA...

5/19/2006 3:01 PM  
Anonymous babylove said...

gosh, I must've been too absorbed with my soap opera teenage life to remember this till now! Hmmm...can't recall I know where it is...probobly under all mom's notebooks in the "bottomess-pit-of-notbooks" drawer.

5/19/2006 4:26 PM  
Anonymous nin said...

Hahahah! The toilet notebk! That was fun stuff, except I can't remember ever writing anything in it. Can't remember the plot either, but it was sure to hv been moronic. Beats me where it wld be now... gomi island?

Actually, I hv fonder memories of our verbal "add-on" stories. "I went to the zoo &..." ring a bell?

5/19/2006 10:39 PM  

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