Story Time

Ok, that was fun...kinda. But I agree, this one should rest. Thanks for playing :thumbup:

Don't forget, I treat somewhat mentally deranged poodles :crazy:
 
*recap*

Without the sun we'd be dead.
But thanks to fictional forum stories we don't live so it doesn't matter which road we take, as long as we, fight for the right to PAAAAAARTAAAY!!!
That's true but, the party will turn red and we know red means communist.
Blue means something and white is as snow is, but yellow snow indicates I couldn't fly a kite because I got kicked in the right ear by a random dog with a large case of scented bleach and a tumor. Now the badger arrived...with a spare party hat, so he reached inside and found a bloodied leather glove with one finger missing from the usually five.
It soon transpired that the middle finger was destroyed by the deliberate use of uncontrolled knives and forks. This is unusual but not rare especially where looney tune of monkeys, who by listening closely found that particularly KNIVES could be bent anger caused by The spoons making irritating noises. Someone realise that green sweets contain poison and jelly, that gave severe stomach cramps, therfore Pepto was needed! Alas! No Pepto! But, bismol was close by. now that presnets a small conundrum we'll need to scrape together all our top people ,monkeys and apes, in suits and ties and begin (to) prepare shampoo and conditioner , never forgetting about the trolls that are always sticking their feet where they don't need to be! After the mustard but before the katsup the ants dug looking for their great big yellow blob of mustard. When lo and behold a giant with magic beans advanced the ants. That was a blessing in disguise small elephant rose to the occasion clapping and cheering. Only one of the elephants and two of the Rats decided that the ants needed to learn something about their bedtime!!!!!! , or lack there of. The balloons were red and oozing small, green pruple yellow dinosours... which went "drip"... Meanwhile in the elephant's trunk there was a congregation of belligerent dwarves wondering where their station wagon had gone to. The police car pulled over to the side and revealed an ugly slimey toad underneath a brown furry sodden and dirty bear eyeing up the elephant's trunk. inhabited by dwarves which smelt like Mr Smith's shoes on a cheese and onion sandwich. Then guess what? A big wooly dust bunny rolled a token stolen banana cream pie into the end of a tuba being played by a man named Kareem Abdul Jabar . He owned a market stall in Calcutta which he frequently equipped with yo-yo stringing devices. One of his ingrown toenails vigilantly attacked a rather bemused hamster, started acting up with an EOS that he purchased from a one-eyed monster named Fred. Fred had stolen three squirmy rectangle squished film rolls that were hidden up the monster's left impacted nostril. Fred was NOT happy about that. Boys and girls had been sewn shut by a rocket powered super monster needle. Just at themoment when the purple people eater started to bite the deformed toe the ingrown nail twisted further into a chocolate armadillo which squeaked with furious anger and a hullabaloo of hulling ballons, then died. Oops! is it over? At the funeral everybody suddenly realized he wasn't dead. actually, they were. Then something happened.... ...Mighty winds rose... and the Pillsbury performed an unbelievable c-section on a pregnant wharf rat that had fifteen very large and delicious looking tits on it's hairless, distended belly. So, the magician conjured a spell banishing all the phosphorescent artichokes to the land from whence they came causing destruction . Suddenly a roar and then nothing OMG, 'the nothing'! Getting ever worse! All at once a sandwich with no mayo arrived displeasing "the nothing" which caused total and complete release of said nothing's finer points of inappropriate behaviour. Causing quite the stir locally as the giant squid rose majestically from the ass of a rabid whale. Now that we started cleaning the pipes of our underground tunnel , we must address the problem at Joe's Minimart down where an anonymous note was left which clearly read "you're traveling down...... a broken road a new subdivision when you see four weeping senoritas carrying colorful fruits to a fiesta. So, who wrote that note? He calls himself, Mister Woody, who treats somewhat mentally deranged poodles with ultimate labotomies, removing most of their predominantly large ear canals. Hearing is overrated by all those who can't smell the wax in their own ears. Therefore you need two turtle doves to sacrifice after Joe's Minimart burst a blood vessel releasing 18 pints of grape tru-aid. Vaseline will help if KY isn't your usual way ouch anyway as joe cleaned up the mess....but forget the doorknob and you'll be astonished to find this is going nowhere fast, so lets stop it.
 
Glad so many people joined in :thumbup:
I read a few sentences to my wife and she just started laughing :mrgreen:
Maybe we'll do it again some time, but with some more rules, maybe even a goal? That might help it last a little longer. Thanks all!
 

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