Squeal of Fortune!

This is a game I’m going to post every now and again. Basically it’s kind of like Wheel of Fortune, sans Vanna White, Pat Sajak and cash and prizes. And contestants and a wheel. And a studio audience.

Below I’m putting a sentence with some letters left blank and a clue. The first person to correctly fill in the blanks in the comments section wins. I’ll post their name later on in the day and they can squeal for joy and/or like a pig.

Okay, here’s the clue:

This is the first sentence from a book that came out in 1971. It’s a drug-fueled novel that has been noted as being one of the first docuements to offically acknowledge the end of the sixties.

We  w—r—  som—w——re  aro——d  —a—stow  on  the  e——e  of  the  d——ert  —h—n  the  ——u—s  be—an  to  t——e  h——d.

I’ll announce the winner and the answer tomorrow, if there is one. So you’ve got that to look forward to. Woo and hoo.

Comments

[Michelle Ruffin-Stein]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvC31fKy9kw

[tiefighter25]

We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the dessert when drugs began to take hold.

Crossword Puzzles are like crack.

[biff]

We worried some whore arobicized fastow on the eyesore of the dilbert oh no mr. bill an the groups bea arthur man to toe hold.

[Professor Dungpie, Fountainhead of Enlightenment]

Yeah........I think Biff was there....definately....Higher than a kite......involed in some hippie Bea Arthur toe orgy! God, i loved the sixties!