[CENTER][FONT=Comic Sans MS][SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkRed][B]So when I participated in "[URL="http://www.menewsha.com/forum/community/community-discussion/182227-mene-mad-libs-results.html"]Mene's Mad Libs[/URL]" (hosted by Captain Howdy), and all was revealed, my entry came out like this:[/B]
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Hello, my name is Zilithandria Moonlight.

This is the story of my life. I was sucked on May 3rd, 1993 in the small town of Tuscan, Arkansas. My father, Whimsical Sadist, was a professional toilet flusher. He also used to cordone androids for money. My mother, Fading Existence, was a polka-dotted woman who stayed at (the) outer space and took care of the Star Trek DVD collections. We sunk in a two-story teepee with a light purple picket fence and a garage where we kept the family doorknob. My older brother, Lixlaria, was 50,000 years older than I was. He was captain of the Mass Effect team and liked to drink girls in his hybrid. My younger sister, Yamiko, was 327,649,150,898years younger than me. She was a straight Q student and had won Barbies for barbecuing at school. We had an old sheep named ISOS Duku who liked to stroll around the yard.

When I was 42 years old I met the love of my life, momochan. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold feet and go cooking and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and type. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so stripe, it felt like I had wooly mammoths in my tooth. But after 851 kids and 906 grandkids, we’ve been invisibly married now for 2 years.

Ever since I was a tree I knew I was square. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time swollen and calling bathtubs. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was stinky. At the age of zero, I became a time traveler for the Tokyo Daily News. A few years after I limped my first book, THE BIRDMEN ARE COMING!!. The story of two mermaids and the fang they each love. The reviews weren’t so yellow, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous village idiot. 1 novel later and almost 6139485723094857 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

I'm pretty sure I clicked that suspicious-looking "Save Draft" button down there. Perhaps I didn't do it right; my clicking abilities must have suffered from that large amount of time away from the computer. (Texticulars are strange in that there is no inflection to make sarcastic statements obvious)
Unless someone can tell me how to get to the supposedly saved draft, it seems the beguiling button has lost my blog post for ever and ever.
Help?

In the mean-by, I feel like entertaining whomever is reading this, despite the substantial chance of that being absolutely no one...
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White-Haired Man Whom I Shall Name Herbert: [/B](Spilling his bottle of ink for the second time) Nyyyehh! Why the Hell amn't I just using a ballpoint pen? Gross, it got on my new socks...

[b]Pink-Haired Gal I Shall Name Sue[/b]: (apparating behind Herbert) O HAI!

[b]Herbert:[/b] I thought I smelled vanilla... Where'd you come from?

[b]Sue:[/b] Classified info, babe; wHat are you up to?

[b]Herb:[/b] I'm trying to write a blog, see? I just can't seem to work the whole thing out.

[b]Sue:[/b] LET ME HELP. This is the sort of thing I'm best at!

[b]Herb:[/b] Really? That's great! Let's see... Well, first of all, what's this thing for?

[b]Sue:[/b] You mean a blog in general? It's just something to express your thoughts, feelings and experiences through!

[b]Herbie[/b]: Interesting!

[B]SUE:[/b] (Stares at Herbs expectantly) ...

[b]Herbs:[/b] W-what is it?

[b]Sue:[/b] ...

(four minutes pass thusly)

[b]Sue:[/b] :shock:

[b]Herbz:[/b] WHAT DO YOU WANT?!

[b]Sue:[/b] (frowning) You broke the chain. Dude, we were on a roll! Six lines of sentences ending in prepositions!

(The reader scrolls up to count)

[b]Herberttle:[/b] Oh my! I'm sorry, I didn't even realize! I guess I messed up...

[b]Sue:[/b] NO, don't even try to-- just, no...

[b]Herbet[/b]: Sorry... Can you just help me with my blog?

[b]Sue:[/b] No.

[b]Sherbet:[/b] :gonk:

[b]Sue:[/b] I will give you one tip, if you really want it.

[b]Herbert:[/b] Oh yes! Please do!

[b]Sue:[/b] Blogs exist on the internet. What you physically write down a blank book does not appear on the internet.

[b]Herbie[/b]: (ponders) ... What if I try really hard?

[b]Sue:[/b] NO

[b]Herberth[/b]: Even if I write with a feather instead of a pen?

[b]Sue:[/b] ESPECIALLY NO

[b]Herbert:[/b] (looks at scribbles in the notebook and his ink-stained socks) This... This is lame.

[b]Sue:[/b] Yes, but at least your non-internetstical blog will never lose your saved blog draft.