Let's revive the five word story

he found some magic beans.
 
"I'm screwed now", he thought.
 
The story so far...

Once there was a foot loose and fancy free bachelor pad with a funky couch in downtown New York City. Their neighbor was a transportation engineer with a gun. One night they heard a car backfire in a nearby alley that trigged Spiderman's spider alarm clock. He whipped out his clock, then headed for mexico to buy a large pinocolada with ice and slice. He spent all his money and in a drunken stupor rolled under the table where he found some magic beans. I'm not going there he slurred, while staggering to his battered old Volvo. Tired and crabby, he called up his mum and claimed his drinks had been spiked with Domestos. "I'm screwed now", he thought.

"The toilet needs cleaning and..."

>;o))
 
snapped to attention. "Spidey!" he
 
web shooter thingy? Please, please....
 

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