Unutterably Silly Memorable FIRST SENTENCES - Only Yours, please

[Steven Lyle Jordan]

Originally Posted by mjh215

She came into my office through the backroom window, protected by a steel harpoon, and now she ducks in a closet and covers, awaiting Frank who would be passing soon...

-MJ

Hmm... why does that sound familiar?...

[mjh215]

I couldn't imagine why it would sound familiar....

-MJ

[Steven Lyle Jordan]

She came into my office, bouncing comically on heels that were, I'd bet, higher than her IQ, and bringing a steno pad, about which I was pretty sure she knew nothing other than the fact that it tended to retain pencil marks... and I noticed she hadn't actually brought a pencil... gad, one of these days, I needed to get around to a trip to Vegas so I could kill with extreme prejudice the girl who used to work for me, and the pretty-boy bartender she ran off with, leaving me with this dimpled dim-bulb excuse for a secretary.

[Steven Lyle Jordan]

She came into my office, which wouldn't have been at all unusual other than the fact that she came in through the closet... which has no other entrance... and as I had been in my office for over an hour, and had just put down my shotglass and forced down the last of my J&B, when my closet door opened and she just appeared like a silent apparition, I came that close to spewing all that good booze across my desk.

[Steven Lyle Jordan]

She came in my office... forcing me, upon recovery from my outright shock, to exclaim, "Jeez-Louise, stop that... you wanna scare the neighbors?"

(How're we doin' Doc?)

[ShortNCuddlyAm]

She came into my office via the window, which was a bit of a shock for both of us as the window doesn't open and my office is on the 5th floor with no fire escape outside.

[LazyScot]

I was snorting the bread and butter pudding when the Mayoress walked in, took one look around, and angrily announced, "so the pudding moratorium is over, then; this means war!"

[Dr. Drib]

She wore the kind of clothes that only a woman can wear, except I saw them once on a Cocker Spaniel.


Don

[badgoodDeb]

Originally Posted by Dr. Drib

All the "She Came into my Office" sentences are mine, with no one else contributing to that idea. Any contributors out there? --- This is just a play on the old detective story, with the detective sitting around in his office.

Don

But you're the BEST at it -- you must read too many of those. Here's one from the opposite side:

He swaggered into my office with a John Wayne stride, a Bill Clinton grin, and a Ronnie Reagan ten-gallon hat: un-impressive since I'm more of a Gene Kelly kinda girl; nonetheless, a customer is a customer, so I swung my shuriken back over my shoulder (I'd been doing my fingernails), retrieved my chakram from its position as paperweight, lowered my Manolo Blahnik thigh high boots from where my ankles had been crossed on my desktop, and rattled off my standard new-client line:
"We kill 'em; you clean 'em. Who can I off for you today?"

[vivaldirules]

She came into my office wearing so little that it was difficult to be certain that some important parts weren't revealed - which was rather revolting once I realized that she was my mother-in-law.

[Steven Lyle Jordan]

She came into my office, and for a moment, I wasn't even sure it was a girl: A large hat, the kind dock workers generally wore, was pulled low over her face, exposing only unremarkable unpainted lips, and her greasy coveralls looked like they had just climbed out from under an Edsel, probably mine; but when she half-turned to close the door, twisting the coveralls against her body and revealing the figure God (in his infinite wisdom) had given her, I smiled, leaned back in the chair, and mentally braced myself for what I expected to be the best story I'd heard since Terry had told me how much Ed Keenan had bet on Max Schmeling.

[Steven Lyle Jordan]

Originally Posted by badgoodDeb

He swaggered into my office with a John Wayne stride, a Bill Clinton grin, and a Ronnie Reagan ten-gallon hat: un-impressive since I'm more of a Gene Kelly kinda girl; nonetheless, a customer is a customer, so I swung my shuriken back over my shoulder (I'd been doing my fingernails), retrieved my chakram from its position as paperweight, lowered my Manolo Blahnik thigh high boots from where my ankles had been crossed on my desktop, and rattled off my standard new-client line:
"We kill 'em; you clean 'em. Who can I off for you today?"

Yo: That's 2 sentences! C'mon, Deb, you know the rules!

[mjh215]

She came into my office and I said, "Enough already, you keep coming in and out of my office, with such wildly different improbable scenarios that you are giving me a headache!"

-MJ

[Dr. Drib]

“My God!” Professor Clevenger said, “I think they’re getting ready to attack,” as he pointed toward the massed array of cabbages swaying back and forth in the field next to the little house, while one decrepit-looking cabbage – obviously the leader, one much older than the other cabbages, due to the wilted nature of the leaves and the slightly grayish tint of the vegetable matter around its protuberant mid-section – rolled slowly forward in an obvious challenge, it’s flayed leaves waving in the wind as a strangely ululant cry sang forth from the field in 1,000 tongues, and all this time I'm thinking, “we’re doomed, truly doomed,” and also realizing as the round forms advanced unerringly upon the house that cabbages have no tongues.


Don

[pshrynk]

She came into my office wearing nothing but a grin and proceeded to tell me the tale of a century, whcih, due to HIPAA regulations, I cannot re-tell, therefore this story is about collecting match covers.