Forum Game - 3 Word story

[vol01jim]

bellied pigs collar

[themeatmanlandry]

with roofing nails.

[cracKness]

His mother called

[Jonathan]

to say that

[themeatmanlandry]

his order of

[Jonathan]

priorities are going

[themeatmanlandry]

to the dogs.

[vol01jim]

Thats monkey talk

[Jonathan]

in his little

[themeatmanlandry]

circle of friends.

[Louis]

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[themeatmanlandry]

One day I found my motorcycle covered in cream. The cream was in the carb spewing out butter that smelled like my fat uncle's long time favorite pair of sweatsocks. So I rejeted and found that often used adage, "In your Face!", had been stamped into the slide.
Out of nowhere, a naked women offered me a trained monkey that could eat a lot. I said, are those real? I started thinking about that naked monkey and his uncontrollable appetite to lick salt off the backside of some hairy fat women with no hair on a minibike. When shen turned she saw that I was her brother’s friends cousin never knowing that I had inverted the last though of popcycles melting all over the steamy hot wet corn in the kitchen. Wake up for the daily ritual of cleaning out the fuzzy snot in the crack between you molars (not mine.) In the following crack you will find your large partially digested caterpillar. To remove this festering, filthy beast you must use some polished marble probes that are curved with a available, only at your local motorcycle club’s favorite strip down at the towns edge. Where else would a women that has two vagina’s and not a single idea on what she did with the box of baking soda, find that she also misplaced her "thing" that she usually keeps under the blue skies colored toolbox lingerie near her tools.

Nope! she was using the tool in the bathroom to change the way she felt about plumbers crack so deep she lost her keys -permanently! Meanwhile, back in the bedroom, in the closet hidden from prying toenial clippings, smelly old torn panties with a life of about 15000 miles stank horridly. She stops and smelled a green probe that she attached a firework that makes her nostalgic. Then she pokde a badger to see if her cream covered thighs were closed. Then she found two little hedgehogs wrapped and sealed, stamped for freshness, in the freezer. %%%%%ly cream she loves to take in her basket, her little taskit to the market for some brew. That's all folks. "I'll be back.."

Meanwhile, back at the evil's mechanics lair, the plans unfolded to reveal that she really was just craving a hard core candy apple. She looked forward to Uncle Bob's visit and his special foil wrapped toils. She moaned with ectasy while touching my big tire hanging from under the kitchen sink. So I started cutting my hair too short for the majority of these DANG women are killin' ME with their whining. Don't ya know they all stink when its time to flip a small metal gasket. My differential was given a cleanup with the lube a filter. She then thinks I am god after she realized I know everything. With this new handy gadget in the bottom of her overgrown trashcan in the street. What are we trying to do she asked herself as i shot from my Ruger Vaquero .45 caliber. She never replied. Now i must assume that we were never meant to play God. So I re-grouped her body parts Best I Could now it's over. I'm done for. When i walk in the valley of the shadow of death, I hear no evil. (No. Wait. That was the monkey.) I am deaf I Be Blind to the light that keeps beaming all of us to the ship. So, Uncle Bob is a Canadian with a mission to be the best he can be. In the ghost and the beginning of time three wise men (Sorry, had to do this one as its coming up to Xmas!) were not wise. She thinks that she is dead but not sure if PBJ's really good for anyone rather than using the real choice of Pepsi, not anything else. University of California studied people more than little furry animals because people tend to have longer NOSE HAIRS!, but sometimes that isn't as bad when I trim regularly. Now my mother, who is 50, always told me to love thy body waxing job as you would do to anyone who rode a raging, tossing steer.

Since she has not used her tall, cool, black toys in her Secret Huge Suitcase, she will probably just discard them. he banana farm is the best form of foreplay in use today. To really get a blue toe going, your partner must have a knowledge of the toe massaging method used by ninjas. She then thinks about how many men she wants to use as her little slave. The BCS sucks a green, stinky long piece of sausage casing. That’s almost completely molded to my head. Into that little young fat child who escaped Michael Jackson, just barely avoiding a settlement. What the hell was he thinking? She then decides that Michael looks are not normal. “What ever shall I do she screamed through her full little box of “Rat McNuggets.” Finally, she stops her dogsled and pets the polarbear that was approaching. A mother humping furniture up the hill to Michael who’s lawyer was frantically protecting his Outhouse from Waspers!! “Give me children, Or give me the keys to the YMCA,” he mused meekly after saying “eeee-heee-heee” loudly. The scent sniffing, fish head eating, baby seal eating, kitten of death!. His pet monkey, former CIA agent, received his mission via secret a$$phone ring, ring, hello. “Your mission today, should you choose to accept it, is to rapidly consume large quantities of small children. No, ingest large intestines of small slightly %%%%%ly hedgehogs. Afterwards, you are to spend hours diddling with Michael’s lawyer’s soft pubescent really gross storyline.” The monkey paused Looked at his script, because he forgot his lines, because his sister spiked his pot bellied pigs collar with roofing nails. His mother called to say that his order of priorities are going to the dogs. Thats monkey talk in his little circle of friends.

Meanwhile, back at

[Louis]

Uncle Bob's place,


[OT] Thanks meatman.[/OT]

[themeatmanlandry]

the drunkened sailors

[Roaddog]

looked around and

[vol01jim]

started hallucinating fangtoothed

[drivernumber22]

wtf is that?

[Louis]

he said while

[drivernumber22]

running over a

[cracKness]

green, flat footed