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Post by Aliandor on Jun 12, 2005 21:22:43 GMT 1
funny, double posting with edits Azaroth, stop being so quick
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Post by Azaroth on Jun 12, 2005 21:22:56 GMT 1
Once upon a time a long table with food, on which chicken danced the conga in pink tutu’s, was stolen from the farmer, who had a thousand little zits on his bare ass, was served to the thief master. He immediately ordered a bag off fluffy sheep coat for his chair in the room, because he really needed to poop in the big donkey barn. Later, some koalas tried to steal bananas but failed miserably. So the big thiefmaster bodyguard served the evil koala’s on a silver dish, garnished with two pounds of big, heavy and tasty bingo-playing shrimps. But also the chickens. Then BWM tried to stroke the Thiefmaster, Who didn't appreciate it, so he smited BWM who was very sad about this. Not that he had something to complain about since he changed sex when he was 12 and he never had any trouble getting ass. Although it seems BWM really tried. That's why he spanks Janna then the police gave him some bananas and pineapples. But he never trew them into a bowl of the punchbowl, instead.......
.....he trows them........
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Post by Aliandor on Jun 12, 2005 21:24:25 GMT 1
in his backpack
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Post by Janna on Jun 12, 2005 21:25:07 GMT 1
towards a "gravia"
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Post by Azaroth on Jun 12, 2005 21:26:21 GMT 1
..... But then the....
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Post by Panax on Jun 12, 2005 22:04:46 GMT 1
storywriter thinks he
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Post by Aliandor on Jun 12, 2005 22:21:20 GMT 1
hears the doorbell
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Post by Janna on Jun 13, 2005 0:05:25 GMT 1
the storywriter trips...
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Post by Azaroth on Jun 13, 2005 6:52:30 GMT 1
...over his story...
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Post by Lunatien on Jun 13, 2005 8:42:33 GMT 1
and the story
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Post by psycho on Jun 13, 2005 10:15:11 GMT 1
crashlands. BWM died.
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Post by Janna on Jun 13, 2005 12:33:37 GMT 1
He died honorless...
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Post by Panax on Jun 13, 2005 13:40:05 GMT 1
as he deserved
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Post by psycho on Jun 13, 2005 14:34:44 GMT 1
no ponies or
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Post by Janna on Jun 13, 2005 14:47:49 GMT 1
carrots shall be
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Post by psycho on Jun 13, 2005 14:53:47 GMT 1
Just a quick note, my entry did not start a new sentence. One can see that from the first letter, which would be a Capital if I started a new sentence.
Once upon a time a long table with food, on which chicken danced the conga in pink tutu’s, was stolen from the farmer, who had a thousand little zits on his bare ass, was served to the thief master. He immediately ordered a bag off fluffy sheep coat for his chair in the room, because he really needed to poop in the big donkey barn. Later, some koalas tried to steal bananas but failed miserably. So the big thiefmaster bodyguard served the evil koala’s on a silver dish, garnished with two pounds of big, heavy and tasty bingo-playing shrimps. But also the chickens. Then BWM tried to stroke the Thiefmaster, Who didn't appreciate it, so he smited BWM who was very sad about this. Not that he had something to complain about since he changed sex when he was 12 and he never had any trouble getting sick. Although it seems BWM really tried. That's why he clubs Janna. Then the police gave him some bananas and pineapples. But he never trew them into a bowl of the punchbowl, instead he trows them in his backpack towards a "gravia". But then the storywriter thinks he hears the doorbell. The storywriter trips over his story and the story crashlands. BWM died. He died honorless as he deserved no ponies or carrots shall be...
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Post by Panax on Jun 13, 2005 15:34:12 GMT 1
saved in this
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Post by Aliandor on Jun 13, 2005 15:46:31 GMT 1
derailed story, therefore
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Post by psycho on Jun 13, 2005 16:03:13 GMT 1
we are already
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Post by Azaroth on Jun 13, 2005 18:41:24 GMT 1
...totally doomed. And .....
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