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Offline Auron

Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #300 on: July 23, 2012, 09:42:12 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only if thrice fooled such.  Meanwhile, a beautiful woman removes her gloves slowly and clicks her pen to the beat of Vanilla Ice while she looks pensively at the red bulbs on the ceiling of the bedroom, which barely saw any use except for the nights of endless pleasure. It was something craved by many experts on artificial stimulants, yet not many of the dancing bears that were depressed.

The last man standing at the podium of the great raccoon city delivered such poignant words that the stormtroopers hailed him as the storyteller who had saved the entire colony from the worst fate that could ever befall their generation. Thousands of demonic hairdryers turned on when he cried rivers of tears.

Later legions of demons spawned from the black, dark centre of the city. The streets ran amok with the sounds of merriment and raucous laughter as the king of the jesters danced.  With open arms the zombies spewed forth across the parade ground, destroying everything coloured pink that they came across. It was the most impressive show of demon zombies that had danced away with flowers meant for the mayor.  Even some giants were amazed by the number of zombies. They yelled out loud, "Oh forsooth! How can it be?"

Suddenly, a giant bird with wings swooped down. It's talons grabbed a marshmallow cake that was disguised as a rabbit and lifted off the ground so fast that it left very sloppy, mushed carrots whose odor permeated the air. It flew ever onward, into the wild blue yonder.  Suddenly, from below the clouds came an apple pierced by the unholy arrow of Shamallamadingdong.

The

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #301 on: July 23, 2012, 10:55:42 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only if thrice fooled such.  Meanwhile, a beautiful woman removes her gloves slowly and clicks her pen to the beat of Vanilla Ice while she looks pensively at the red bulbs on the ceiling of the bedroom, which barely saw any use except for the nights of endless pleasure. It was something craved by many experts on artificial stimulants, yet not many of the dancing bears that were depressed.

The last man standing at the podium of the great raccoon city delivered such poignant words that the stormtroopers hailed him as the storyteller who had saved the entire colony from the worst fate that could ever befall their generation. Thousands of demonic hairdryers turned on when he cried rivers of tears.

Later legions of demons spawned from the black, dark centre of the city. The streets ran amok with the sounds of merriment and raucous laughter as the king of the jesters danced.  With open arms the zombies spewed forth across the parade ground, destroying everything coloured pink that they came across. It was the most impressive show of demon zombies that had danced away with flowers meant for the mayor.  Even some giants were amazed by the number of zombies. They yelled out loud, "Oh forsooth! How can it be?"

Suddenly, a giant bird with wings swooped down. It's talons grabbed a marshmallow cake that was disguised as a rabbit and lifted off the ground so fast that it left very sloppy, mushed carrots whose odor permeated the air. It flew ever onward, into the wild blue yonder.  Suddenly, from below the clouds came an apple pierced by the unholy arrow of Shamallamadingdong.

The archer looked

Offline Auron

Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #302 on: July 23, 2012, 10:58:49 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only if thrice fooled such.  Meanwhile, a beautiful woman removes her gloves slowly and clicks her pen to the beat of Vanilla Ice while she looks pensively at the red bulbs on the ceiling of the bedroom, which barely saw any use except for the nights of endless pleasure. It was something craved by many experts on artificial stimulants, yet not many of the dancing bears that were depressed.

The last man standing at the podium of the great raccoon city delivered such poignant words that the stormtroopers hailed him as the storyteller who had saved the entire colony from the worst fate that could ever befall their generation. Thousands of demonic hairdryers turned on when he cried rivers of tears.

Later legions of demons spawned from the black, dark centre of the city. The streets ran amok with the sounds of merriment and raucous laughter as the king of the jesters danced.  With open arms the zombies spewed forth across the parade ground, destroying everything coloured pink that they came across. It was the most impressive show of demon zombies that had danced away with flowers meant for the mayor.  Even some giants were amazed by the number of zombies. They yelled out loud, "Oh forsooth! How can it be?"

Suddenly, a giant bird with wings swooped down. It's talons grabbed a marshmallow cake that was disguised as a rabbit and lifted off the ground so fast that it left very sloppy, mushed carrots whose odor permeated the air. It flew ever onward, into the wild blue yonder.  Suddenly, from below the clouds came an apple pierced by the unholy arrow of Shamallamadingdong.

The archer looked at what

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #303 on: July 24, 2012, 12:03:42 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only if thrice fooled such.  Meanwhile, a beautiful woman removes her gloves slowly and clicks her pen to the beat of Vanilla Ice while she looks pensively at the red bulbs on the ceiling of the bedroom, which barely saw any use except for the nights of endless pleasure. It was something craved by many experts on artificial stimulants, yet not many of the dancing bears that were depressed.

The last man standing at the podium of the great raccoon city delivered such poignant words that the stormtroopers hailed him as the storyteller who had saved the entire colony from the worst fate that could ever befall their generation. Thousands of demonic hairdryers turned on when he cried rivers of tears.

Later legions of demons spawned from the black, dark centre of the city. The streets ran amok with the sounds of merriment and raucous laughter as the king of the jesters danced.  With open arms the zombies spewed forth across the parade ground, destroying everything coloured pink that they came across. It was the most impressive show of demon zombies that had danced away with flowers meant for the mayor.  Even some giants were amazed by the number of zombies. They yelled out loud, "Oh forsooth! How can it be?"

Suddenly, a giant bird with wings swooped down. It's talons grabbed a marshmallow cake that was disguised as a rabbit and lifted off the ground so fast that it left very sloppy, mushed carrots whose odor permeated the air. It flew ever onward, into the wild blue yonder.  Suddenly, from below the clouds came an apple pierced by the unholy arrow of Shamallamadingdong.

The archer looked at what her evilness

Offline Auron

Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #304 on: July 24, 2012, 07:42:18 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only if thrice fooled such.  Meanwhile, a beautiful woman removes her gloves slowly and clicks her pen to the beat of Vanilla Ice while she looks pensively at the red bulbs on the ceiling of the bedroom, which barely saw any use except for the nights of endless pleasure. It was something craved by many experts on artificial stimulants, yet not many of the dancing bears that were depressed.

The last man standing at the podium of the great raccoon city delivered such poignant words that the stormtroopers hailed him as the storyteller who had saved the entire colony from the worst fate that could ever befall their generation. Thousands of demonic hairdryers turned on when he cried rivers of tears.

Later legions of demons spawned from the black, dark centre of the city. The streets ran amok with the sounds of merriment and raucous laughter as the king of the jesters danced.  With open arms the zombies spewed forth across the parade ground, destroying everything coloured pink that they came across. It was the most impressive show of demon zombies that had danced away with flowers meant for the mayor.  Even some giants were amazed by the number of zombies. They yelled out loud, "Oh forsooth! How can it be?"

Suddenly, a giant bird with wings swooped down. It's talons grabbed a marshmallow cake that was disguised as a rabbit and lifted off the ground so fast that it left very sloppy, mushed carrots whose odor permeated the air. It flew ever onward, into the wild blue yonder.  Suddenly, from below the clouds came an apple pierced by the unholy arrow of Shamallamadingdong.

The archer looked at what her evilness had wrought.

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #305 on: July 24, 2012, 05:42:21 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only if thrice fooled such.  Meanwhile, a beautiful woman removes her gloves slowly and clicks her pen to the beat of Vanilla Ice while she looks pensively at the red bulbs on the ceiling of the bedroom, which barely saw any use except for the nights of endless pleasure. It was something craved by many experts on artificial stimulants, yet not many of the dancing bears that were depressed.

The last man standing at the podium of the great raccoon city delivered such poignant words that the stormtroopers hailed him as the storyteller who had saved the entire colony from the worst fate that could ever befall their generation. Thousands of demonic hairdryers turned on when he cried rivers of tears.

Later legions of demons spawned from the black, dark centre of the city. The streets ran amok with the sounds of merriment and raucous laughter as the king of the jesters danced.  With open arms the zombies spewed forth across the parade ground, destroying everything coloured pink that they came across. It was the most impressive show of demon zombies that had danced away with flowers meant for the mayor.  Even some giants were amazed by the number of zombies. They yelled out loud, "Oh forsooth! How can it be?"

Suddenly, a giant bird with wings swooped down. It's talons grabbed a marshmallow cake that was disguised as a rabbit and lifted off the ground so fast that it left very sloppy, mushed carrots whose odor permeated the air. It flew ever onward, into the wild blue yonder.  Suddenly, from below the clouds came an apple pierced by the unholy arrow of Shamallamadingdong.

The archer looked at what her evilness had wrought.  Sighing despondently

Offline Auron

Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #306 on: July 24, 2012, 05:44:46 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only if thrice fooled such.  Meanwhile, a beautiful woman removes her gloves slowly and clicks her pen to the beat of Vanilla Ice while she looks pensively at the red bulbs on the ceiling of the bedroom, which barely saw any use except for the nights of endless pleasure. It was something craved by many experts on artificial stimulants, yet not many of the dancing bears that were depressed.

The last man standing at the podium of the great raccoon city delivered such poignant words that the stormtroopers hailed him as the storyteller who had saved the entire colony from the worst fate that could ever befall their generation. Thousands of demonic hairdryers turned on when he cried rivers of tears.

Later legions of demons spawned from the black, dark centre of the city. The streets ran amok with the sounds of merriment and raucous laughter as the king of the jesters danced.  With open arms the zombies spewed forth across the parade ground, destroying everything coloured pink that they came across. It was the most impressive show of demon zombies that had danced away with flowers meant for the mayor.  Even some giants were amazed by the number of zombies. They yelled out loud, "Oh forsooth! How can it be?"

Suddenly, a giant bird with wings swooped down. It's talons grabbed a marshmallow cake that was disguised as a rabbit and lifted off the ground so fast that it left very sloppy, mushed carrots whose odor permeated the air. It flew ever onward, into the wild blue yonder.  Suddenly, from below the clouds came an apple pierced by the unholy arrow of Shamallamadingdong.

The archer looked at what her evilness had wrought.  Sighing despondently she began

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #307 on: July 24, 2012, 06:04:46 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only if thrice fooled such.  Meanwhile, a beautiful woman removes her gloves slowly and clicks her pen to the beat of Vanilla Ice while she looks pensively at the red bulbs on the ceiling of the bedroom, which barely saw any use except for the nights of endless pleasure. It was something craved by many experts on artificial stimulants, yet not many of the dancing bears that were depressed.

The last man standing at the podium of the great raccoon city delivered such poignant words that the stormtroopers hailed him as the storyteller who had saved the entire colony from the worst fate that could ever befall their generation. Thousands of demonic hairdryers turned on when he cried rivers of tears.

Later legions of demons spawned from the black, dark centre of the city. The streets ran amok with the sounds of merriment and raucous laughter as the king of the jesters danced.  With open arms the zombies spewed forth across the parade ground, destroying everything coloured pink that they came across. It was the most impressive show of demon zombies that had danced away with flowers meant for the mayor.  Even some giants were amazed by the number of zombies. They yelled out loud, "Oh forsooth! How can it be?"

Suddenly, a giant bird with wings swooped down. It's talons grabbed a marshmallow cake that was disguised as a rabbit and lifted off the ground so fast that it left very sloppy, mushed carrots whose odor permeated the air. It flew ever onward, into the wild blue yonder.  Suddenly, from below the clouds came an apple pierced by the unholy arrow of Shamallamadingdong.

The archer looked at what her evilness had wrought.  Sighing despondently she began to hum

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #308 on: July 24, 2012, 06:06:15 PM »

And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only if thrice fooled such.  Meanwhile, a beautiful woman removes her gloves slowly and clicks her pen to the beat of Vanilla Ice while she looks pensively at the red bulbs on the ceiling of the bedroom, which barely saw any use except for the nights of endless pleasure. It was something craved by many experts on artificial stimulants, yet not many of the dancing bears that were depressed.

The last man standing at the podium of the great raccoon city delivered such poignant words that the stormtroopers hailed him as the storyteller who had saved the entire colony from the worst fate that could ever befall their generation. Thousands of demonic hairdryers turned on when he cried rivers of tears.

Later legions of demons spawned from the black, dark centre of the city. The streets ran amok with the sounds of merriment and raucous laughter as the king of the jesters danced.  With open arms the zombies spewed forth across the parade ground, destroying everything coloured pink that they came across. It was the most impressive show of demon zombies that had danced away with flowers meant for the mayor.  Even some giants were amazed by the number of zombies. They yelled out loud, "Oh forsooth! How can it be?"

Suddenly, a giant bird with wings swooped down. It's talons grabbed a marshmallow cake that was disguised as a rabbit and lifted off the ground so fast that it left very sloppy, mushed carrots whose odor permeated the air. It flew ever onward, into the wild blue yonder.  Suddenly, from below the clouds came an apple pierced by the unholy arrow of Shamallamadingdong.

The archer looked at what her evilness had wrought.  Sighing despondently she began to hum a deceivingly

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #309 on: July 24, 2012, 08:23:01 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only if thrice fooled such.  Meanwhile, a beautiful woman removes her gloves slowly and clicks her pen to the beat of Vanilla Ice while she looks pensively at the red bulbs on the ceiling of the bedroom, which barely saw any use except for the nights of endless pleasure. It was something craved by many experts on artificial stimulants, yet not many of the dancing bears that were depressed.

The last man standing at the podium of the great raccoon city delivered such poignant words that the stormtroopers hailed him as the storyteller who had saved the entire colony from the worst fate that could ever befall their generation. Thousands of demonic hairdryers turned on when he cried rivers of tears.

Later legions of demons spawned from the black, dark centre of the city. The streets ran amok with the sounds of merriment and raucous laughter as the king of the jesters danced.  With open arms the zombies spewed forth across the parade ground, destroying everything coloured pink that they came across. It was the most impressive show of demon zombies that had danced away with flowers meant for the mayor.  Even some giants were amazed by the number of zombies. They yelled out loud, "Oh forsooth! How can it be?"

Suddenly, a giant bird with wings swooped down. It's talons grabbed a marshmallow cake that was disguised as a rabbit and lifted off the ground so fast that it left very sloppy, mushed carrots whose odor permeated the air. It flew ever onward, into the wild blue yonder.  Suddenly, from below the clouds came an apple pierced by the unholy arrow of Shamallamadingdong.

The archer looked at what her evilness had wrought.  Sighing despondently she began to hum a deceivingly cheerful number

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #310 on: July 24, 2012, 08:32:54 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only if thrice fooled such.  Meanwhile, a beautiful woman removes her gloves slowly and clicks her pen to the beat of Vanilla Ice while she looks pensively at the red bulbs on the ceiling of the bedroom, which barely saw any use except for the nights of endless pleasure. It was something craved by many experts on artificial stimulants, yet not many of the dancing bears that were depressed.

The last man standing at the podium of the great raccoon city delivered such poignant words that the stormtroopers hailed him as the storyteller who had saved the entire colony from the worst fate that could ever befall their generation. Thousands of demonic hairdryers turned on when he cried rivers of tears.

Later legions of demons spawned from the black, dark centre of the city. The streets ran amok with the sounds of merriment and raucous laughter as the king of the jesters danced.  With open arms the zombies spewed forth across the parade ground, destroying everything coloured pink that they came across. It was the most impressive show of demon zombies that had danced away with flowers meant for the mayor.  Even some giants were amazed by the number of zombies. They yelled out loud, "Oh forsooth! How can it be?"

Suddenly, a giant bird with wings swooped down. It's talons grabbed a marshmallow cake that was disguised as a rabbit and lifted off the ground so fast that it left very sloppy, mushed carrots whose odor permeated the air. It flew ever onward, into the wild blue yonder.  Suddenly, from below the clouds came an apple pierced by the unholy arrow of Shamallamadingdong.

The archer looked at what her evilness had wrought.  Sighing despondently she began to hum a deceivingly cheerful number. The tune

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #311 on: July 24, 2012, 11:55:32 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only if thrice fooled such.  Meanwhile, a beautiful woman removes her gloves slowly and clicks her pen to the beat of Vanilla Ice while she looks pensively at the red bulbs on the ceiling of the bedroom, which barely saw any use except for the nights of endless pleasure. It was something craved by many experts on artificial stimulants, yet not many of the dancing bears that were depressed.

The last man standing at the podium of the great raccoon city delivered such poignant words that the stormtroopers hailed him as the storyteller who had saved the entire colony from the worst fate that could ever befall their generation. Thousands of demonic hairdryers turned on when he cried rivers of tears.

Later legions of demons spawned from the black, dark centre of the city. The streets ran amok with the sounds of merriment and raucous laughter as the king of the jesters danced.  With open arms the zombies spewed forth across the parade ground, destroying everything coloured pink that they came across. It was the most impressive show of demon zombies that had danced away with flowers meant for the mayor.  Even some giants were amazed by the number of zombies. They yelled out loud, "Oh forsooth! How can it be?"

Suddenly, a giant bird with wings swooped down. It's talons grabbed a marshmallow cake that was disguised as a rabbit and lifted off the ground so fast that it left very sloppy, mushed carrots whose odor permeated the air. It flew ever onward, into the wild blue yonder.  Suddenly, from below the clouds came an apple pierced by the unholy arrow of Shamallamadingdong.

The archer looked at what her evilness had wrought.  Sighing despondently she began to hum a deceivingly cheerful number. The tune was souless

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #312 on: July 25, 2012, 08:15:28 AM »

And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only if thrice fooled such.  Meanwhile, a beautiful woman removes her gloves slowly and clicks her pen to the beat of Vanilla Ice while she looks pensively at the red bulbs on the ceiling of the bedroom, which barely saw any use except for the nights of endless pleasure. It was something craved by many experts on artificial stimulants, yet not many of the dancing bears that were depressed.

The last man standing at the podium of the great raccoon city delivered such poignant words that the stormtroopers hailed him as the storyteller who had saved the entire colony from the worst fate that could ever befall their generation. Thousands of demonic hairdryers turned on when he cried rivers of tears.

Later legions of demons spawned from the black, dark centre of the city. The streets ran amok with the sounds of merriment and raucous laughter as the king of the jesters danced.  With open arms the zombies spewed forth across the parade ground, destroying everything coloured pink that they came across. It was the most impressive show of demon zombies that had danced away with flowers meant for the mayor.  Even some giants were amazed by the number of zombies. They yelled out loud, "Oh forsooth! How can it be?"

Suddenly, a giant bird with wings swooped down. It's talons grabbed a marshmallow cake that was disguised as a rabbit and lifted off the ground so fast that it left very sloppy, mushed carrots whose odor permeated the air. It flew ever onward, into the wild blue yonder.  Suddenly, from below the clouds came an apple pierced by the unholy arrow of Shamallamadingdong.

The archer looked at what her evilness had wrought.  Sighing despondently she began to hum a deceivingly cheerful number. The tune was soulless, with no

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #313 on: July 25, 2012, 03:58:24 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only if thrice fooled such.  Meanwhile, a beautiful woman removes her gloves slowly and clicks her pen to the beat of Vanilla Ice while she looks pensively at the red bulbs on the ceiling of the bedroom, which barely saw any use except for the nights of endless pleasure. It was something craved by many experts on artificial stimulants, yet not many of the dancing bears that were depressed.

The last man standing at the podium of the great raccoon city delivered such poignant words that the stormtroopers hailed him as the storyteller who had saved the entire colony from the worst fate that could ever befall their generation. Thousands of demonic hairdryers turned on when he cried rivers of tears.

Later legions of demons spawned from the black, dark centre of the city. The streets ran amok with the sounds of merriment and raucous laughter as the king of the jesters danced.  With open arms the zombies spewed forth across the parade ground, destroying everything coloured pink that they came across. It was the most impressive show of demon zombies that had danced away with flowers meant for the mayor.  Even some giants were amazed by the number of zombies. They yelled out loud, "Oh forsooth! How can it be?"

Suddenly, a giant bird with wings swooped down. It's talons grabbed a marshmallow cake that was disguised as a rabbit and lifted off the ground so fast that it left very sloppy, mushed carrots whose odor permeated the air. It flew ever onward, into the wild blue yonder.  Suddenly, from below the clouds came an apple pierced by the unholy arrow of Shamallamadingdong.

The archer looked at what her evilness had wrought.  Sighing despondently she began to hum a deceivingly cheerful number. The tune was soulless, with no blue cream

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #314 on: July 25, 2012, 04:10:28 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only if thrice fooled such.  Meanwhile, a beautiful woman removes her gloves slowly and clicks her pen to the beat of Vanilla Ice while she looks pensively at the red bulbs on the ceiling of the bedroom, which barely saw any use except for the nights of endless pleasure. It was something craved by many experts on artificial stimulants, yet not many of the dancing bears that were depressed.

The last man standing at the podium of the great raccoon city delivered such poignant words that the stormtroopers hailed him as the storyteller who had saved the entire colony from the worst fate that could ever befall their generation. Thousands of demonic hairdryers turned on when he cried rivers of tears.

Later legions of demons spawned from the black, dark centre of the city. The streets ran amok with the sounds of merriment and raucous laughter as the king of the jesters danced.  With open arms the zombies spewed forth across the parade ground, destroying everything coloured pink that they came across. It was the most impressive show of demon zombies that had danced away with flowers meant for the mayor.  Even some giants were amazed by the number of zombies. They yelled out loud, "Oh forsooth! How can it be?"

Suddenly, a giant bird with wings swooped down. It's talons grabbed a marshmallow cake that was disguised as a rabbit and lifted off the ground so fast that it left very sloppy, mushed carrots whose odor permeated the air. It flew ever onward, into the wild blue yonder.  Suddenly, from below the clouds came an apple pierced by the unholy arrow of Shamallamadingdong.

The archer looked at what her evilness had wrought.  Sighing despondently she began to hum a deceivingly cheerful number. The tune was soulless, with no blue cream cheese to

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #315 on: July 25, 2012, 06:20:41 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only if thrice fooled such.  Meanwhile, a beautiful woman removes her gloves slowly and clicks her pen to the beat of Vanilla Ice while she looks pensively at the red bulbs on the ceiling of the bedroom, which barely saw any use except for the nights of endless pleasure. It was something craved by many experts on artificial stimulants, yet not many of the dancing bears that were depressed.

The last man standing at the podium of the great raccoon city delivered such poignant words that the stormtroopers hailed him as the storyteller who had saved the entire colony from the worst fate that could ever befall their generation. Thousands of demonic hairdryers turned on when he cried rivers of tears.

Later legions of demons spawned from the black, dark centre of the city. The streets ran amok with the sounds of merriment and raucous laughter as the king of the jesters danced.  With open arms the zombies spewed forth across the parade ground, destroying everything coloured pink that they came across. It was the most impressive show of demon zombies that had danced away with flowers meant for the mayor.  Even some giants were amazed by the number of zombies. They yelled out loud, "Oh forsooth! How can it be?"

Suddenly, a giant bird with wings swooped down. It's talons grabbed a marshmallow cake that was disguised as a rabbit and lifted off the ground so fast that it left very sloppy, mushed carrots whose odor permeated the air. It flew ever onward, into the wild blue yonder.  Suddenly, from below the clouds came an apple pierced by the unholy arrow of Shamallamadingdong.

The archer looked at what her evilness had wrought.  Sighing despondently she began to hum a deceivingly cheerful number. The tune was soulless, with no blue cream cheese to lighten the

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #316 on: July 25, 2012, 06:24:16 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only if thrice fooled such.  Meanwhile, a beautiful woman removes her gloves slowly and clicks her pen to the beat of Vanilla Ice while she looks pensively at the red bulbs on the ceiling of the bedroom, which barely saw any use except for the nights of endless pleasure. It was something craved by many experts on artificial stimulants, yet not many of the dancing bears that were depressed.

The last man standing at the podium of the great raccoon city delivered such poignant words that the stormtroopers hailed him as the storyteller who had saved the entire colony from the worst fate that could ever befall their generation. Thousands of demonic hairdryers turned on when he cried rivers of tears.

Later legions of demons spawned from the black, dark centre of the city. The streets ran amok with the sounds of merriment and raucous laughter as the king of the jesters danced.  With open arms the zombies spewed forth across the parade ground, destroying everything coloured pink that they came across. It was the most impressive show of demon zombies that had danced away with flowers meant for the mayor.  Even some giants were amazed by the number of zombies. They yelled out loud, "Oh forsooth! How can it be?"

Suddenly, a giant bird with wings swooped down. It's talons grabbed a marshmallow cake that was disguised as a rabbit and lifted off the ground so fast that it left very sloppy, mushed carrots whose odor permeated the air. It flew ever onward, into the wild blue yonder.  Suddenly, from below the clouds came an apple pierced by the unholy arrow of Shamallamadingdong.

The archer looked at what her evilness had wrought.  Sighing despondently she began to hum a deceivingly cheerful number. The tune was soulless, with no blue cream cheese to lighten the mood. She

(We seem to be monopolizing on this XD)

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #317 on: July 25, 2012, 06:27:35 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only if thrice fooled such.  Meanwhile, a beautiful woman removes her gloves slowly and clicks her pen to the beat of Vanilla Ice while she looks pensively at the red bulbs on the ceiling of the bedroom, which barely saw any use except for the nights of endless pleasure. It was something craved by many experts on artificial stimulants, yet not many of the dancing bears that were depressed.

The last man standing at the podium of the great raccoon city delivered such poignant words that the stormtroopers hailed him as the storyteller who had saved the entire colony from the worst fate that could ever befall their generation. Thousands of demonic hairdryers turned on when he cried rivers of tears.

Later legions of demons spawned from the black, dark centre of the city. The streets ran amok with the sounds of merriment and raucous laughter as the king of the jesters danced.  With open arms the zombies spewed forth across the parade ground, destroying everything coloured pink that they came across. It was the most impressive show of demon zombies that had danced away with flowers meant for the mayor.  Even some giants were amazed by the number of zombies. They yelled out loud, "Oh forsooth! How can it be?"

Suddenly, a giant bird with wings swooped down. It's talons grabbed a marshmallow cake that was disguised as a rabbit and lifted off the ground so fast that it left very sloppy, mushed carrots whose odor permeated the air. It flew ever onward, into the wild blue yonder.  Suddenly, from below the clouds came an apple pierced by the unholy arrow of Shamallamadingdong.

The archer looked at what her evilness had wrought.  Sighing despondently she began to hum a deceivingly cheerful number. The tune was soulless, with no blue cream cheese to lighten the mood. She walked further

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #318 on: July 25, 2012, 06:35:27 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only if thrice fooled such.  Meanwhile, a beautiful woman removes her gloves slowly and clicks her pen to the beat of Vanilla Ice while she looks pensively at the red bulbs on the ceiling of the bedroom, which barely saw any use except for the nights of endless pleasure. It was something craved by many experts on artificial stimulants, yet not many of the dancing bears that were depressed.

The last man standing at the podium of the great raccoon city delivered such poignant words that the stormtroopers hailed him as the storyteller who had saved the entire colony from the worst fate that could ever befall their generation. Thousands of demonic hairdryers turned on when he cried rivers of tears.

Later legions of demons spawned from the black, dark centre of the city. The streets ran amok with the sounds of merriment and raucous laughter as the king of the jesters danced.  With open arms the zombies spewed forth across the parade ground, destroying everything coloured pink that they came across. It was the most impressive show of demon zombies that had danced away with flowers meant for the mayor.  Even some giants were amazed by the number of zombies. They yelled out loud, "Oh forsooth! How can it be?"

Suddenly, a giant bird with wings swooped down. It's talons grabbed a marshmallow cake that was disguised as a rabbit and lifted off the ground so fast that it left very sloppy, mushed carrots whose odor permeated the air. It flew ever onward, into the wild blue yonder.  Suddenly, from below the clouds came an apple pierced by the unholy arrow of Shamallamadingdong.

The archer looked at what her evilness had wrought.  Sighing despondently she began to hum a deceivingly cheerful number. The tune was soulless, with no blue cream cheese to lighten the mood. She walked further into the

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #319 on: July 25, 2012, 06:46:23 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only if thrice fooled such.  Meanwhile, a beautiful woman removes her gloves slowly and clicks her pen to the beat of Vanilla Ice while she looks pensively at the red bulbs on the ceiling of the bedroom, which barely saw any use except for the nights of endless pleasure. It was something craved by many experts on artificial stimulants, yet not many of the dancing bears that were depressed.

The last man standing at the podium of the great raccoon city delivered such poignant words that the stormtroopers hailed him as the storyteller who had saved the entire colony from the worst fate that could ever befall their generation. Thousands of demonic hairdryers turned on when he cried rivers of tears.

Later legions of demons spawned from the black, dark centre of the city. The streets ran amok with the sounds of merriment and raucous laughter as the king of the jesters danced.  With open arms the zombies spewed forth across the parade ground, destroying everything coloured pink that they came across. It was the most impressive show of demon zombies that had danced away with flowers meant for the mayor.  Even some giants were amazed by the number of zombies. They yelled out loud, "Oh forsooth! How can it be?"

Suddenly, a giant bird with wings swooped down. It's talons grabbed a marshmallow cake that was disguised as a rabbit and lifted off the ground so fast that it left very sloppy, mushed carrots whose odor permeated the air. It flew ever onward, into the wild blue yonder.  Suddenly, from below the clouds came an apple pierced by the unholy arrow of Shamallamadingdong.

The archer looked at what her evilness had wrought.  Sighing despondently she began to hum a deceivingly cheerful number. The tune was soulless, with no blue cream cheese to lighten the mood. She walked further into the Pit of

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #320 on: July 25, 2012, 06:50:37 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only if thrice fooled such.  Meanwhile, a beautiful woman removes her gloves slowly and clicks her pen to the beat of Vanilla Ice while she looks pensively at the red bulbs on the ceiling of the bedroom, which barely saw any use except for the nights of endless pleasure. It was something craved by many experts on artificial stimulants, yet not many of the dancing bears that were depressed.

The last man standing at the podium of the great raccoon city delivered such poignant words that the stormtroopers hailed him as the storyteller who had saved the entire colony from the worst fate that could ever befall their generation. Thousands of demonic hairdryers turned on when he cried rivers of tears.

Later legions of demons spawned from the black, dark centre of the city. The streets ran amok with the sounds of merriment and raucous laughter as the king of the jesters danced.  With open arms the zombies spewed forth across the parade ground, destroying everything coloured pink that they came across. It was the most impressive show of demon zombies that had danced away with flowers meant for the mayor.  Even some giants were amazed by the number of zombies. They yelled out loud, "Oh forsooth! How can it be?"

Suddenly, a giant bird with wings swooped down. It's talons grabbed a marshmallow cake that was disguised as a rabbit and lifted off the ground so fast that it left very sloppy, mushed carrots whose odor permeated the air. It flew ever onward, into the wild blue yonder.  Suddenly, from below the clouds came an apple pierced by the unholy arrow of Shamallamadingdong.

The archer looked at what her evilness had wrought.  Sighing despondently she began to hum a deceivingly cheerful number. The tune was soulless, with no blue cream cheese to lighten the mood. She walked further into the Pit of Little Bill's

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #321 on: July 25, 2012, 09:04:17 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only if thrice fooled such.  Meanwhile, a beautiful woman removes her gloves slowly and clicks her pen to the beat of Vanilla Ice while she looks pensively at the red bulbs on the ceiling of the bedroom, which barely saw any use except for the nights of endless pleasure. It was something craved by many experts on artificial stimulants, yet not many of the dancing bears that were depressed.

The last man standing at the podium of the great raccoon city delivered such poignant words that the stormtroopers hailed him as the storyteller who had saved the entire colony from the worst fate that could ever befall their generation. Thousands of demonic hairdryers turned on when he cried rivers of tears.

Later legions of demons spawned from the black, dark centre of the city. The streets ran amok with the sounds of merriment and raucous laughter as the king of the jesters danced.  With open arms the zombies spewed forth across the parade ground, destroying everything coloured pink that they came across. It was the most impressive show of demon zombies that had danced away with flowers meant for the mayor.  Even some giants were amazed by the number of zombies. They yelled out loud, "Oh forsooth! How can it be?"

Suddenly, a giant bird with wings swooped down. It's talons grabbed a marshmallow cake that was disguised as a rabbit and lifted off the ground so fast that it left very sloppy, mushed carrots whose odor permeated the air. It flew ever onward, into the wild blue yonder.  Suddenly, from below the clouds came an apple pierced by the unholy arrow of Shamallamadingdong.

The archer looked at what her evilness had wrought.  Sighing despondently she began to hum a deceivingly cheerful number. The tune was soulless, with no blue cream cheese to lighten the mood. She walked further into the Pit of Little Bill's Most Magnificent

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #322 on: July 25, 2012, 09:34:28 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only if thrice fooled such.  Meanwhile, a beautiful woman removes her gloves slowly and clicks her pen to the beat of Vanilla Ice while she looks pensively at the red bulbs on the ceiling of the bedroom, which barely saw any use except for the nights of endless pleasure. It was something craved by many experts on artificial stimulants, yet not many of the dancing bears that were depressed.

The last man standing at the podium of the great raccoon city delivered such poignant words that the stormtroopers hailed him as the storyteller who had saved the entire colony from the worst fate that could ever befall their generation. Thousands of demonic hairdryers turned on when he cried rivers of tears.

Later legions of demons spawned from the black, dark centre of the city. The streets ran amok with the sounds of merriment and raucous laughter as the king of the jesters danced.  With open arms the zombies spewed forth across the parade ground, destroying everything coloured pink that they came across. It was the most impressive show of demon zombies that had danced away with flowers meant for the mayor.  Even some giants were amazed by the number of zombies. They yelled out loud, "Oh forsooth! How can it be?"

Suddenly, a giant bird with wings swooped down. It's talons grabbed a marshmallow cake that was disguised as a rabbit and lifted off the ground so fast that it left very sloppy, mushed carrots whose odor permeated the air. It flew ever onward, into the wild blue yonder.  Suddenly, from below the clouds came an apple pierced by the unholy arrow of Shamallamadingdong.

The archer looked at what her evilness had wrought.  Sighing despondently she began to hum a deceivingly cheerful number. The tune was soulless, with no blue cream cheese to lighten the mood. She walked further into the Pit of Little Bill's Most Magnificent Store of

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #323 on: July 26, 2012, 12:28:15 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only if thrice fooled such.  Meanwhile, a beautiful woman removes her gloves slowly and clicks her pen to the beat of Vanilla Ice while she looks pensively at the red bulbs on the ceiling of the bedroom, which barely saw any use except for the nights of endless pleasure. It was something craved by many experts on artificial stimulants, yet not many of the dancing bears that were depressed.

The last man standing at the podium of the great raccoon city delivered such poignant words that the stormtroopers hailed him as the storyteller who had saved the entire colony from the worst fate that could ever befall their generation. Thousands of demonic hairdryers turned on when he cried rivers of tears.

Later legions of demons spawned from the black, dark centre of the city. The streets ran amok with the sounds of merriment and raucous laughter as the king of the jesters danced.  With open arms the zombies spewed forth across the parade ground, destroying everything coloured pink that they came across. It was the most impressive show of demon zombies that had danced away with flowers meant for the mayor.  Even some giants were amazed by the number of zombies. They yelled out loud, "Oh forsooth! How can it be?"

Suddenly, a giant bird with wings swooped down. It's talons grabbed a marshmallow cake that was disguised as a rabbit and lifted off the ground so fast that it left very sloppy, mushed carrots whose odor permeated the air. It flew ever onward, into the wild blue yonder.  Suddenly, from below the clouds came an apple pierced by the unholy arrow of Shamallamadingdong.

The archer looked at what her evilness had wrought.  Sighing despondently she began to hum a deceivingly cheerful number. The tune was soulless, with no blue cream cheese to lighten the mood. She walked further into the Pit of Little Bill's Most Magnificent Store of Double Ended

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #324 on: July 26, 2012, 01:41:26 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only if thrice fooled such.  Meanwhile, a beautiful woman removes her gloves slowly and clicks her pen to the beat of Vanilla Ice while she looks pensively at the red bulbs on the ceiling of the bedroom, which barely saw any use except for the nights of endless pleasure. It was something craved by many experts on artificial stimulants, yet not many of the dancing bears that were depressed.

The last man standing at the podium of the great raccoon city delivered such poignant words that the stormtroopers hailed him as the storyteller who had saved the entire colony from the worst fate that could ever befall their generation. Thousands of demonic hairdryers turned on when he cried rivers of tears.

Later legions of demons spawned from the black, dark centre of the city. The streets ran amok with the sounds of merriment and raucous laughter as the king of the jesters danced.  With open arms the zombies spewed forth across the parade ground, destroying everything coloured pink that they came across. It was the most impressive show of demon zombies that had danced away with flowers meant for the mayor.  Even some giants were amazed by the number of zombies. They yelled out loud, "Oh forsooth! How can it be?"

Suddenly, a giant bird with wings swooped down. It's talons grabbed a marshmallow cake that was disguised as a rabbit and lifted off the ground so fast that it left very sloppy, mushed carrots whose odor permeated the air. It flew ever onward, into the wild blue yonder.  Suddenly, from below the clouds came an apple pierced by the unholy arrow of Shamallamadingdong.

The archer looked at what her evilness had wrought.  Sighing despondently she began to hum a deceivingly cheerful number. The tune was soulless, with no blue cream cheese to lighten the mood. She walked further into the Pit of Little Bill's Most Magnificent Store of Double Ended Butter Knives.

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