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I've seen this on another message board, and I want to see it here. I'm starting a 3 Word Story. What happens is I start it with 3 words. Then someone else replys with 3 more words (has to be 3. Not 2, not 4, and 5 is right out). And we keep going until interest is lost. There are no rules other than only 3 words (you can post more than once, but not all in a row, as in: give some other people a chance).
Ok, here we go:
There once was
Pistol Grip Pump In My Lap At All Times
This post was edited by eljefe on Dec 31, 2003.
Well ... this is possibly very similar to the word games they play over there on tiles.ice.org - and then it's HUGE business ;)
anyway, my three words on the row are:
some big shiny
Multiple exclamation marks are a sure sign for a diseased mind!
Henry VIII came with
(STORY SO FAR: There once was some big shiny rather tasty marshmellow which I ate. I stopped and suddenly began to convulse violently until a GFD came. The village-folk (which is one word as of now) were dancing around and praising the dildo that shook heavily as the major don,y thing so waggled his limp frosty mug o'beer while looking at a naked cunt known as Cher. Suddenly, Cher started seeing blue frogs because she's (that's one word) drinkink Blackest Guniuess Beer and feeling an urge to puke into Bush's pants said pee-wee and fell asleep right away smoking a bong. Watching butterflies flutter into the distant Butterfly Shredding Machine killing every one with soft moth-balls, and a herring jumps from water into my teacup jamming the spoon starts drinking in Halloween town and says that his legs hurt like a rotten cock ("a" is a help-verb and doesn't count as a word :p) smelling like shit but tasting like sweet sugar candy, but his cock was hard. So I bit it chewed a bit and it fell away like dust into the galactic giant cheese sandwich which I ate and quite enjoyed. Then an emu with Cher's legs farted noisy and licked her glowing radio-active leg hair. Henry VIII came with......)
It is better to be pissed off than pissed on.
This post was edited by Demiurgic on Feb 22, 2004.
The story so far
Which for reasons only known to cranky old grannies wearing leather straps earting frog legs and previous prostitutes.
By now the road was open we could see dancing pick badgers wearing yellow thongs reaking of fish. Ask politely if you can borrow some soap and clean that stain. You are delighted at how the helmet becomes, wear it on…..
Foosh... Aaughh!!... Foosh... Aauuggghh!! - Cold spray deodorant