| AngieDoogles |
03-25-2007 08:37 AM |
I just wanted to show everyone how crazy these three word at a time stories can get. Here's one (that's still ongoing) from a Facebook group.
My neighbor was wishing for death to come to my pet dog fluffy. I did a jumping jack while eating some 2-(2-Propyl)-5-methyl-1-cyclohexanol. It tasted like hot soup. "Crikey!" said my midget Irish friend. "What?" I asked. "I am feeling very lucky today." said Lucy. BANG! The drum slowly exploded with a sound that could be concidered like Botswanans postulating the meaning of cheese and of life. (I mean, EVERYONE do the Robot dance or forever suffer with shame) Then suddenly a pirate ship appeared out of thin fog and began which johny depp found to be beyond the point where the moon does not exist. "I ate three penguin toast points ," said George Bush though he never uses proper grammer. Instead, he flosses regularly. His dentist would otherwise sell GWB's pants to terrorist groups. This raised money for the Invisible Children. Who are they? They are protected by a code (like OSHA's). But! Hark! There's a shiny blue Cadillac pulling into Wal-Mart driven by pandas with insatiable appetites for Tauren strippers. What an atrocity! "Where's the WMD?" the beef commercial said it was in the psychotic-sadomasochistic realm of England next to the cheesey poofs. Chicken is delicious. Anyways, I totally banged my funny bone and your mother in one thrust. Oddly enough, that wasn't the worst thing that ever crossed my mind. Once, I paddled a canoe across her labia. Somehow, futons began popping as lucius finally danced with his new polynesian boyfriend who sewed several shiny, shiny, jangly molybdenum pacemakers which were on sale for a whopping 319.2481 Icelandic Kronur. Victory is Mine! I then went to the 7-11 for a slurpee. I was accosted by a stupendously fast vintage lawnmower similar to the manufacturer's model, but it ran on pure Georgian ethanol. The smell was absolutely f***ing awful but it wasn't vomit-inducing. Nevertheless, I started to sing "Miss Mary Mack stole my slurpees." Thus, I pleged to Satan that investing garden snails would be my something Blue. However, hesitate to articulate on such a questions so grand, and you'll over-post. Anyway, to continue, our Irish hero was disastrously underestimated yet he still maintained his hair which angered the muffin man who lost two dimes to Overlord UNGUU'THUUNGANAAK.
It cracked me up. This is where I got the idea. lol
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