The rules:
I'll start a sentence with a word (one word only) and the next poster will finish the sentence. Then, on a new line, that poster will start a new sentence with one word (one word only please). The finished sentence can be as long as it needs to be in order to complete the sentence, however, make sure it's only one sentence. Here we go.
Chivalry...
Goop is what Forrest Gump left behind a tree when he took a dump in the
woods.
Woods got penalized for having too many 'swings'.
Same
Same word will be repeated at the end of this sentence, and yes it is
same.
Same word will be repeated and it is not at the end of this
sentence.
Sentence is what Woods got when missus found out he was playing 18 holes off the golf course as
well.
Well he might as the missus got hold of his club and bent it around his wang-a-dang which is why it is so not working real good and his floozy said,
"AWWWWW WTF!" <this word. Both of them.
AWWWWW WTF, said Tiger's floozy, as she looked down at his battered and bruised wang-dang doodle, which looked like it had just gone 18 rounds with a Sudanese kick boxer who sold his soul to the devil and is possessed by a malignant spirit whose former life in the salt mines of Siberia left him mentally and emotionally traumatised, causing violent outbursts and terrible tantrum fits which usually occur on Fridays when the noon sun is obscured by
clouds.
Clouds cast overhead during the upcoming festival of Yespit Morognyitz put a cold pall over the gathered crowd of wannabe enthusiasts looking for a glimpse of their idol as he/she fell off the banister while doing implant stands without the proper support that comes with the pre-ordered blow-ups he/she so dilligently subscribed to during the last festival of Mario Morognyitz, Yespit's half brother/sister combo that once took him broke while he played the violin after Sesame Street got canceled because the big yellow chicken turned out to be a rooster in disguise and now has to go to rehab to sort out all the trauma ensued by his/her recalcitrant in-laws from
yesterday.
Yesterday I was thinking about calling all Tiger's floosies to see what all the fuss was about, and then it occurred to me that I probably wouldn't have the energy to play the equivalent of two rounds of
golf.
Golf is a spectator sport.
Boring
Boring is not what Tiger thought when he was playing
around. (he's never gonna live that down, is he?)
Around the world in nineteen strokes, who'da
thunk ... it.
^that word
Thunk thunked he'd crapped himself, and when he looked he
had.
Had a lot of crap-olla to contend with eh. Bet he waddled as he left a trail of goop
behind.
Behind is where human-made brown goop comes
out.
Out as in exit only
please.
Please, let's get off the subject of gas and defecation and start a whole new subject about other bodily
functions.
(yeah, I know that's a strange request coming from me, but I've not had curried cabbage in a few days and I'm running dry)
Functions are what functions does, as in one that goes like pftttttttt and in no way resembles pfttt just so you
know.
Know this, and know it well, while bodily functions dealing with waste have been the source of great hilarity over the centuries, in particular the last decade in WC, I believe we should progress to more cerebral levity for a short period just to give the sewers time to clear and not back up until effluent is lapping around our
ankles.
Ankles sometimes strengthen when you roller blade a few klicks.
FYI
FYI and FBI are different same
stuff
Stuff around on a pedastel and somebody's bound to come along and knock you
off.
Who you?
Off the rack
discount!
Discount on a brand new used implant @ 30%
markdown.
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