Post by Samson on Jun 3, 2013 14:24:28 GMT -8
Let's write a story together.
-Add three words at a time.
-Don't post right after yourself.
-Contractions can count as one word. (But don't go making up contractions just to fit the word limit)
-Have fun!
A doorknob flew out from Boston into the mouth of an angry pink hippopotamus deity. "What a view!", the cheerleader said as she died. Her boyfriend only stood there watching as she died. Hot dang what in tarnation is this bloody mess, thought the principal with his burrito In his mouth. Now you'll never become one of those magical girls unless you allow zaxis to dance in the safety of hairy men in biker shorts. Wow, that was cute. He winked seductively towards the large group of potential victims of five-year olds who liked chocolate way too much. This of course was very dangerous for the cheetahs that are about cheating on tests. Suddenly, a phone fell from above and landed on Samson. It said "ryan's hairy legs have become insufficient when it comes To epilatory cream
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-Add three words at a time.
-Don't post right after yourself.
-Contractions can count as one word. (But don't go making up contractions just to fit the word limit)
-Have fun!
A doorknob flew out from Boston into the mouth of an angry pink hippopotamus deity. "What a view!", the cheerleader said as she died. Her boyfriend only stood there watching as she died. Hot dang what in tarnation is this bloody mess, thought the principal with his burrito In his mouth. Now you'll never become one of those magical girls unless you allow zaxis to dance in the safety of hairy men in biker shorts. Wow, that was cute. He winked seductively towards the large group of potential victims of five-year olds who liked chocolate way too much. This of course was very dangerous for the cheetahs that are about cheating on tests. Suddenly, a phone fell from above and landed on Samson. It said "ryan's hairy legs have become insufficient when it comes To epilatory cream
Previous stories
{Punctuation}The color from her eyes reflected the destruction of video game consoles within the flames of cthulu's wife. She happened to happen upon fifty blueberry poptarts that leaked their filling into the mouths of dead babbies who cried because their lives were SO FRIGGIN AWESOME. Holy monkey popsicles. That was definitely the best thing that could have possibly happened here. How will we ever hope to defeat the titans? Teen titans, go! Samson, that was a bad reference on opposite day because that was literally the best. On that note, puppies know algebra but side note they eat homework. Wow this is quite the conversation, wouldn't you say? my collection's complete? Who said anything about the pilgrims eating their homework and blaming it on their puppies? without any salt? Punctuation doesn't matter? nope it doesnt it never has and never will! Or at least not until the fashion police arrived to have a vicious booty romp in booty shorts to the death. So to conclude, this fascinating chalupa ate a chupacabra. That's the end.
{The youth in Asia}A witty lizard with time to spare needed to do something about youth in Asia. The lizard thought it could cook eggs in a basket because, yum. A hog approached, grinning widely at the admin Ryan. "I have to not mention Ryan in every sentence anymore." Unfortunately, it lowered Ryan's reputation as a serious admin on TSplica. Yet one day, he killed everyone. Except for Zaxis and Samson because they're actually wizards of merry holla. "R00d, said the clearly superior troll with the big anime eyes. "WHAT THE JUGGALO BEANS" cawed a parrot. As the parrot stared into the beautiful man's eyes, he realized that life was hard and chocolate-filled briefs were too much for him to do anything about his chocolate addiction. Where would the children go, when everything important goes down the drain? HELL. THE END.
{Sweet Prince}What is the ryan doing in all caps letters Is ryan trying to confuse me? Because he is. Confusing, that is. Ryan needs more butter on his biscuit. Rock and Henrietta couldn't spare anything for Ryan the Indomitable. Contrary to what had happened to his blue hamster mobile, that he held close to Ryan. But butter butts had ryan trapped in bad grammar and there was no escape in ryan's receding hairline. Even using lube Couldnt stop Ryan what the fuck", he shouted, surprisingly ketchup dripping from his giant ears strange but okay without punctuation. Nonetheless, ryan danced the day away, because he danced beautifully. The next morning, ryan ate cornflakes with syrup. Canadians eat cornflakes with nothing but syrup and human organs but this didn't satisfy him. Extreme sports were Ryan's favorite cereal condiment and his best female friend forever. Little did he think at all. Ryan is busting in busty girls with a brassiere in hell. DEAD. Too bad, ryan. Goodnight, sweet prince.
{Dont Shoot}"Please, don't shoot!" The man cocked his eyebrow and went for his beautiful pants pocket to retrieve his kawaii-desu lipstick. He smothered it on his lips before motioning towards the red salsa and french-kissing towards the sky. He was planning to dance, but ended up twerking uncontrollably. He died bootylicious with a shimmy in his heart and a song of the high and mighty. The Gods of Booty had decided everyone has to work to revive their beautiful butts. Sadly, their butts were stolen by the dead man. But the butts couldn't stop twerking. It got out of the bag and twerked all all the children into eternal damnation. "Please, don't twerk!" yelled their parents. However, it did end up better - no longer did the Boot gods have to subject the children twerked, ignoring their parents and were given slaps upside the booty for shaking dat sexy ass. The children were tired of twerking and attempted to rest the booty try planking instead. This was incredibly spectacular for their complexions since their skin was full of little fairies and horrible puns. Suddenly a meteor landed in somebody's pizza hot pocket. They became upset and already ate every single thing. But what of the Grand Old Party's refugee pancake? What could they do about Santana? They could definitely not face his greatest fear of giant enemy mushrooms. Mario was the first slaughtered by the vicious fluffy GOP pancake monster, who found joy in turning him inside out and making blood syrup. The pancake bathed way too much mineral water that tried closing the story. THE END.
{Sourpuss}Once upon a lifetime of sourpusses there was a sour puss that tried to sourpuss every sourpuss ever. The sourpuss, however could not sourpuss. This made him very sourpuss and so he soured his days away. His sourness couldn't even begin to sour a lemon. Imagine the puss as the sour skittles rained from the puss of the rainbow, yo. Got the flow, fo sho, yo that sourpuss was fifty feet tall and had spoons that glow, yo. Was purple and all up in my grill, yo shawty got them apple bottom jeans JEANS, boots with fur, the whole club was looking away, disgustedly. "Please wear something else!" The sourpuss quickly got very sad but persevered and went on vacation to Sourpuss Resorts. Sourpuss soon met a terrible fate! Sourpuss was the one that drowned. On the titanic but revived as OUR ILLUSTRIOUS LEADER, Josef Stalin. Who twerked the whole Ukrainian population away. "That was great!" said Stalin as he twerked and laughed but soon he died of far too many gluteal muscle rotations.
{Dragons}In the land of warm cookies and silent treatments there were dragons that died frequently with no sense because of fairies with their sparkles since they're vampires. The dragons had a game of thrones to see who would be king of the fabulous rainbow giraffes. There were also seven evil ex-es that our hero was still in the process of eliminating with his exceptional forces of giant muscles and being a douche. Then, one day when the dragons started to dance the dance of twenty thousand men who were all Benedict Cumberbatch's children. But nothing could stop him from annihilating the last fire-breathing dragon to feel the forceful pain of destiny bond to save the world. Finally, he decided to set fire TO THE RAIN watched it pour as I touched your face, let it burned while I cry 'cause this story sucks. Ten out of ten points, Zaxis. Less than five children know how to bop it work it harder better faster stronger more than ever hour after our work is never quite good enough. It's too late to apologize. It's too late. It's the final countdown of the story.
{One unclean Arnold}There once was one unclean Arnold who could not find his only lethargic lemur companion. The lemur was the best at reverse tap-dancing: but only while wearing a black corset with frilly little bows on, paired with some shoes of the NOTRHERN STAR. This was the only way for it to reach altitudes that were over the blue roof that topped the giraffe barn. Why did he die in that terrible pokemon splicing accident, wondered Arnold. So he looked upon the Hill of Strawberry and drank a potion that allowed him to become a lizard and infiltrate the Declaration of Independence which was unbelievably easy to do. Unfortunately, he couldn't find where it was hidden, so he asked Nicholas Cage. Even so, his efforts were failed due to a majestic alpaca who was angry At the sky for being blue and thus attacked A man named after another man Who was Uncle Phil from Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air