i got an idea.
i start a story, a few scentences worth. then someone else adds on to that, and we keep going... and please:
1)if you are making a post, you MUST add a part of the story.
and
2)put the stort part in italics so we can easily distinguish it from any other text you may write.
eris will frown upon you and stuff if you don't follow that direction.
ok, i'll start:
So, fred was was walking down the street one day. fred then saw a trail of blood! he followed it into a forest, where he found...
~bob-o
... a selection of small childrens shoes (all lefts)....
which struck him as quite odd. Just then...
a huge wolf leapt from the underbrush, brandishing a vicious looking toothbrush and a collection of old Economist magazines...[/i]
the wind began to blow.
i hate rules and rulers....
free the willies.
haccccckppt
are you steve-o's brother
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JUST THEN that mod from hell steps on and says in her MOD voice
IM GONNA MOVE THIS OVER TO THE LITERATE CHAOTIC!!!
(since this particular thread is for discussions of the book really)
and in her malaul voice
please dont hate me
Quote from: MalaulJUST THEN that mod from hell steps on and says in her MOD voice
IM GONNA MOVE THIS OVER TO THE LITERATE CHAOTIC!!!
(since this particular thread is for discussions of the book really)
and in her malaul voice
please dont hate me
Says in
her Mod from Hell voice:
That's okay, Darling. If you hadn't moved it, I would have. Move along....continue.....nothing to see here.
THANKS FOR BACKING ME UP BELLA!!!
yes folks, please continue on your way...
have a nice day
<coughmodnaziscough>
<coughundersecretarytoamodnazicough>
>:D >:D >:D >:D >:D
So, fred was was walking down the street one day. fred then saw a trail of blood! he followed it into a forest, where he found a selection of small childrens shoes (all lefts) which struck him as quite odd. Just then a huge wolf leapt from the underbrush, brandishing a vicious looking toothbrush and a collection of old Economist magazines, the wind began to blow the magizine from the wolf's grasp towards the shoes...
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...and then came the musical number! The wolf led the children's shoes, which were being moved by roaches with remote controls, in a heart-warming song about...
WAFFELS AND FELAFFELS!!!
Now, since that day, no man has dared to venture into that forest. But some say that late at night, if you listen real close-like, you can still hear the wolf and his little shoes singing: "Waffles, Felafels, leggo my eggo now... Felafels, Waffles, please pass the Prego cow..." Although to this day, nobody has been able to explain exactly what the hell that song was trying to convey. That is, until...
...scholars unearthed a long hidden book penned by a mad arab known as Chockma Chikenes, in the fabled manuscript was a quabbalistic key for discyphering out of date copies of 'The Economist'. On a certain day one ventured to the river skyclad in pajamas, annointing the glands with marshmallow fluff, a long complicated dance then ensued and all the articles on the stock market transformed into tasty recipies, some (say the learned ones) for felafels, yet no one dared rise from the sofa of academia to attempt such a hazardess ritual (you see all scholars secretly suffer from 'atavistic terror drone'- fear of the age acummulated while talking pish).
That is until one winters eve.....
an archeologist discovered the rabbid wolf's equivalent of the rosetta
stone. there were three passages, in three different languages: sumerian,
theives' cant and dutch (nederlanden). each passage translated into the
same thing:
"...I hear it's amazing when the famous purple stuffed worm in flapjaw space with the tuning fork does a raw blink on Hari-Kari rock. I need scissors! 61!"
The archaeologist was deeply troubled by this statement. You see, he knew of only one entity in history that had been credited with this statement before, and Its name was...
...Harold Smith, a retired lard salesman from Kent. Mister Smith was famous for his temper, and for...
his stick figure porno.
the most famous of which was his sophomore attempt, titled:
... 'lard dance three - clamm lapping sticks from Tunbridge Wells', notorious for its amputee penetration scene....
....., not to mention it's numerous references to the 'Amputee Fetishes Web Dictionary'.
The FBI meanwhile were more concerned with Mr Smith's connections to the underground squerrell mafia and it's leader...
the Almight and Impervious Grand Chipmunk of the North
The Northern Chipmonk Family was distantly related to a hermetic order of monks allegedly connected with the medieval Hashishim. They were killers for hire, without bias, without morals. They were after Reverend Dr John Swabey for reasons unbeknownst even to them.
Yet still other mushrooms were rumored to be inflated, despite the Illuminati attempts to dispell such talk.