OFF THE TOP OF YOUR HEAD, can you write a little story that includes,but is not limited to, 6 of these ....?

Question

expressions? Just for the pure fun of being creative.

1. Semper Fi.
2. See ya later, alligator.
3. He's just a drugstore cowboy.
4. You're barking up the wrong tree.
5. Hold your horses!
6. Do you want a knuckle sandwich?
7. I'll ride shotgun.
8. Back to the drawing board.
9. Git the hell outta Dodge.
10. Don't take any wooden nickels.
11. Coffee,tea or.....me?
12. Dodge City on a Saturday night.

Answer 1

Showdown at Wall Drug



The Mayor of tiny Wall, SD strolled into

the city's main tourist attraction, Wall Drug,

with a huge grin on his face.



"Hey everybody! Hold your horses![5]

We're gonna get that new car dealership built after all!

They're going to break ground on Dodge City on a Saturday night.[12.]"



As he sat down at the counter, waitress Betty Sue

sidled over, asking "Do you want a knuckle sandwich?[6.]", as she pointed to the sign above which said "Pigs Knuckles sandwich and drink: $3.99".



The Mayor thought about it for a moment and said,

"That sounds right fine. What are the drinks ?"



Betty Sue smiled shyly, "Coffee,tea or.....me? [11]"



"Oh, Betty Sue, You're barking up the wrong tree.[4]

You know I'm happily married and, as an ex-Marine,

I'm Semper Fi[1] to my wife!"



After finishing his sandwich, the Mayor got up and left,

calling back to her "See ya later, alligator.[2] Don't take any wooden nickelsl. [10]".



The glint in Betty Sue's eyes vanished as she

said to herself, "Oh well, Back to the drawing board.[8]

He's just a drugstore cowboy[3], anyway."

Answer 2

They heard the bullets whining overhead, "See ya later, alligator," the Marine said to his buddy, "Semper Fi". A shell landed thirty feet to their right.



"Hold your horses!" his buddy said, "I'll ride shotgun, we gotta git the hell outta Dodge. This is going south fast, and it needs to go back to the drawing board."



"You're barking up the wrong tree," the first Marine said, "Do you want a knuckle sandwich? There is only room for one of us, and I will not let you sit on my lap!"



"Well, this is getting hotter than Dodge City on a Saturday night, I'm blowing this Popsicle stand." He stood and started running, shouting over his shoulder, "Don't take any wooden nickles!"



"He's just a drugstore cowboy," thought the first marine as he climbed into the Humvee, "what, did he think this was 'Coffee, tea or me?' or 'Brokeback Mountain?"

Answer 3

Coffee, tea or .....me? Whooaa hold your horses there fella You're barking up the wrong tree. Ignor Him hes just a drugstore cowboy. Well look whos talkin! Do you want a knuckle sandwich again sir! Ok now thats it fellas Git the hell outta dodge if ya gonna play like that.



Well i gave it a try lol!

That was what you was lookin for yeh?

Answer 4

hey semper fi guy....get the hell outta dodge,what do u mean u dont have any wooden knickles?do u wannna knuckle sandwich?oh well guess its back to the drawing board...hes just a drugstore cowboy....see ya later alligator!

Answer 5

there i was in the middle of town - not doing anything, nothing going down



my homo friend drove past and shouted toward me

"oh no" i thought, "you're barking up the wrong tree"



"get in my car" he asked, of which there were three in

"i'll ride shotgun" i thought, i aint sitting in the middle pretending i'm skiing!



after i got in, they tried to kiss me in forces, "woah there lesely" i barked, "hold your horses"



i love these guys, but i know they'll fight, for what they want in dodge city on saturday night.



"do you want a knuckle sadwich?" he threw at my protest, "i'll spaff on your face - wearing my man-beater vest"



i know he's my friend but i didn't want to eat his spodge, just one thing on my mind, git the hell outta dodge



although i aint a gayer hater, i aint a hetro traier, and he aint getting any straighter, so i tell this wine waiter, "see ya later alligator"

Answer 6

they wandered down the narrow path then suddenly a hoarse voice sried "Hold ur horses, we need to look at the map 2 cx where we r going" and small squeaky vocie replided to this comment " but i know where were goin or elesi don't think i would be going that way" -sry i gtg ill write the other part l8ter sry =]

Answer 7

we where on a convoy headed west in to bagdad with my AA12 tucked under my arm i yelled I'll ride shotgun we rolled down that dusty streets pfc McClane pointed out a man on a horse with eldery and middle age men crowed around like children at a ice cream truck. I said He's just a drugstore cowboy.



we rolled out of the little shat box town I saw movement in the sand to my right leveled my shotgun and took aim HOE HOE hold your horses. Lt Workman yelled. We wached as the sand moved again it was just a camel we came in to another town if you can call ith a town 9 or 10 little mud buldings we got to the last house and hell rained down LETS GET THE HELL OUTTA DODGE boys! to late the force from the blast rocked the truck McClane lay slumbed over hafe of him in my lab hafe of him in the back seat i rolled out clearing my head ran into the little house and took cover a spliting pain started in my lower back and rolled over my body my mind went back home to dodge city on a saturday night and kelly cook on the night 3 weeks before i left we whent to the fair i could see her blone hair the color of straw shining in the moon light. asking to marry me she said yes i pulled her in hugging and kissing her all over the next morning waking up to her waring my shirt and sayying coffee tea or me.



snapping back the the light the dust and the pain Workman standing over me slapping my face i opend my eyes STAY WITH ME BILL Do you want a knuckle sandwich? if you die im gonna bring you back to life so i can kill you myself



back in rammidi with tubes and wire hooked up all over me being wheeled out to the plane on a chair that Workman pushed he told me to look him up in NYC in a year and dont take any wooden nickels. semper fi I said do or die

Answer 8

First Fight



It's five thirty in the afternoon when the large front door bursts open to an empty living room. Enter Matt, the young, tall, and handsome newlywed who takes front and center stage in our story. He'd half expected his bride, a dashing, petite beauty named Julia, to be standing in the room with an apron and duster, hair all done up in traditinal 50's housewife style. Seeing this wonderful entourage of silence and shadows come to greet him, the smile quickly left his lips, leaving the blank expression of a man with important news, but no nearby ears to give it to.



He took off his jacket and threw it down upon the couch to his left. It lazily rolled off onto the floor, but he had no time for trifles such as these; besides, with his bored trophy wife at home all day, the carpet would no doubt be clean. She'd probably already cleaned the whole of their small house in Rolling Meadows, Illinois, twice or three times over. She'd have enough time, being home all day, to keep it looking and smelling like the brand new house it was to them, despite the fact that it's previous owner had been a slob.



It was their first time owning a home, and with the help of a kind realitor named Kevin, and advice at every step from Julia's family (of which Kevin is a member, by the way), they'd successfully made the transition from the bustling city and its everyday extremities, to this peaceful and pocket-sized suburb, all the better to start a family in. Matt had been able to keep his job in the city, with little more cost than a fourty-five minute commute every morning.



He made a bee-line to the kitchen, and as he passed the table swung his body so that the briefcase dangling from his right arm lurched with the momentum and landed with an exaggerated noise upon the surface. The small blonde woman across the room, busy at the coffee machine, jumped at the sound. Coffee splattered on the counter.



"Matt, could you be a little more subtle?!" she shouted, wiping the dark stuff from her hands before it began burning.



He picked up on the slight air of playfulness he thought he heard in her voice, and decided not to apologize. Instead, he continued with this playful mood by teasing her. "Sorry, honey. It's been a long day for you, I'm sure." He had a mock frown on his face, and as he moved closer to "comfort," his wife, he was greeted with a look that stopped him dead in his tracks.



"Don't patronize me, Matt. You have no idea how hard it is to keep this house up and running! First, the vaccuum won't start. Then the washing machine starts BOUNCING. Literally! Bouncing in the air! Since when do washing machine's do that? Then this stupid coffee maker that Linda and Tim gave us for our wedding finally gets unpacked, and it start malfunctioning before I've even got the damn CLOCK set up!"



A moment of shock and silence hovers between the two newlyweds, as Matt realizes he's mistaken his wife's sour mood for playfulness. Suddenly, her disposition shifts from anger to disappointment and sadness.



"I'm just so stressed out," she tells him, letting her head hang forward, and her shoulders drop. He recovers from his momentary paralysis and moves in to hug her. She takes a long moment to exhale. "I've been working so hard, and I'd come up with this wonderful line...."



"Line?" Matt asks. "What do you mean?"



She backs away from him and moves to the side, revealing two cups in front of the coffee machine. One was full of tea, and the other half-full of coffee.



"I'd had it all planned out. I would be ready when you walked in the door, a cup in each hand, and I would've asked, 'What would you like? Coffee, tea, or...me?' And I would've smiled at you...it could have been so cute."



"Awww...baby. You are cute," he said and squeezed her tight once more. "Hey, listen. I've got something that'll cheer you up! You know how this weekend is our one year anniversary? Well think about this...Dodge City on a Saturday night." The smile from the beginning of the story returns, and quickly leaves again as this news is greeted by another look.



"Oh great! I'll ride shotgun!" she yells sarcastically. "You-you can't just come up with ideas like this a week in advance! Things like this need to be planned out! Where would we stay? What would we do? And there's gonna be bad weather this weekend. I've seen it on the forcast. So how're we gonna git the hell outta Dodge?"



Now they were both angry and yelling. "Hold your horses, Julia! You don't think I've thought it through? Give me some credit! Listen--"



"No, Matt, I don't want to listen! I don't want to go to Dodge City, and that's that!!" She storms out of the kitchen. After another moment of shock, he hears the bedroom door slam in another part of the house.



"Great. Back to the drawing board I guess."

Answer 9

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Answer 10

Sure I can. But can you?

Answer 11

thats just dumb. WHY??