Remember the book 'Men are from
    Mars, Women are from Venus?' 
    Well, here's a prime example offered by an English professor .
    The following was actually turned in by two of 
    his English students: Rebecca, and Gary.
    "Today we will experiment with a new form 
    called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each 
    person will pair off with the person sitting to his 
    or her immediate right. One of you will then write 
    the first paragraph of a short story. The partner 
    will read the first paragraph and then add another 
    paragraph to the story. The first person will then 
    add a third paragraph, and so on back and forth. 
    Remember to re-read what has been written each time 
    in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be 
    absolutely NO talking and anything you wish to say 
    must be written on the paper. The story is over when 
    both agree a conclusion has been reached." 
    
    (First paragraph by Rebecca) 
    At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind 
    of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be 
    her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded 
    her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier 
    times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she 
    must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His 
    possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought 
    about him too much her asthma started acting up 
    again. So chamomile was out of the question. 
    
    (Second paragraph by Gary) 
    
    Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, 
    leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over 
    Skylon 4, had more important things to think about 
    than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo 
    named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night 
    over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17, he 
    said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar 
    orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." 
    But before he could sign off, a bluish particle beam 
    flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through 
    his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit 
    sent him flying out of his seat and across the 
    cockpit. 
    
    (Rebecca) 
    He bumped his head and died almost immediately 
    but not before he felt one last pang of regret for 
    psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever 
    had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped 
    its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful 
    farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law 
    Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," 
    Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news 
    simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared 
    out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days 
    had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no 
    newspapers to read, no television to distract her 
    from her sense of innocent wonder at all the 
    beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose 
    one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered 
    wistfully. 
    
    (Gary) 
    Little did she know, but she had less than 10 
    seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, 
    the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its 
    lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy 
    peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace 
    Disarmament Treaty through the congress had left 
    Earth a defenseless target for the hostile 
    alien empires who were determined to destroy the 
    human race. Within two hours after the passage of 
    the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for 
    Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the 
    entire planet. With no one to stop them, they 
    swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium 
    fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The 
    President, in his top-secret Mobile submarine 
    headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of 
    Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, 
    which vaporized poor, stupid, Laurie and 85 million 
    other Americans. The President slammed his fist on 
    the conference table. "We can't allow this! I'm 
    going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out of the 
    sky!" 
    
    (Rebecca) 
    This is absurd. I refuse to continue this 
    mockery of literature. My writing partner is a 
    violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent. 
    
    (Gary) 
    Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious 
    neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary 
    equivalent of Valium. "Oh shall I have chamomile 
    tea? Or shall I have some other sort of FUCKING 
    TEA??? Oh no, I'm such an air headed bimbo who reads 
    too many Danielle Steele novels." 
    
    (Rebecca)  Asshole. 
    
    (Gary)  Bitch. 
    
    (Rebecca)  Wanker. 
    
    (Gary)  Slut. 
    
    (Rebecca)  F*CK YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!!! 
    
    (Gary)  Go drink some tea - whore.