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| s_wrenn |
Posted - 06/07/2006 : 17:46:43
I don't know if this has been done before but it goes something like this:
I'll give an opening line to a story, the next person will post 5 words to add on to that line, then the next person does the same after that, etc.
E.G.
"I was down town at..."
"...a monkey chewing festival. It..."
"...was my last bag of..."
You get the idea.
The story doesn't have to make sense or anything. It just goes on and on.
Okay, first line:
There were two old women...
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| s_wrenn |
Posted - 04/17/2007 : 16:34:35
Whoops. I meant it's like ghee gee-whiz has a soft g. But gee is a blunt g. I think.
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| coastline |
Posted - 04/17/2007 : 16:28:13
Are you saying "key" doesn't rhyme with the "gee" in "gee-whiz"? Must be different with the brogue.
 Please pardon me, for these my wrongs. |
| s_wrenn |
Posted - 04/17/2007 : 16:22:02
Just to clarify it's pronounced "gey" like "key" with a "g". Not like "gee" as in "gee-whiz"
That is, of course if you want to use it in a conversation with your loved ones or pastor
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| trobrianders |
Posted - 04/17/2007 : 15:48:54
I'll take three instead of the usual five to compensate. Take it away coastline.
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Ed is the hoo hoo |
| coastline |
Posted - 04/17/2007 : 15:44:59
On my way over to that thread now ... |
| s_wrenn |
Posted - 04/17/2007 : 15:42:43
Dear Mr Coastline,
I hereby grant you a seven word pass for 5 Word Add On Story XP with said phrase. Use it wisely. For future shores may not be as kind. Fo' reals!
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| coastline |
Posted - 04/17/2007 : 15:38:15
I like this, from the Urban Dictionary: "The whack of her gee was brutal." I have GOT to work that into 5 Word Add On Story XP.
Please pardon me, for these my wrongs. |
| trobrianders |
Posted - 04/17/2007 : 15:35:43
Oh the pecan, I see.
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Ed is the hoo hoo |
| s_wrenn |
Posted - 04/17/2007 : 15:34:00
See: http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=gee
References 1, 2, 3, and 4. It’s colloquial to Dublin
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| trobrianders |
Posted - 04/17/2007 : 15:04:23
Guinness I suppose. And up for the crack. No job then?
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Ed is the hoo hoo |
| coastline |
Posted - 04/17/2007 : 14:55:09
Gee? |
| s_wrenn |
Posted - 04/17/2007 : 14:54:23
I assure you, here in Ireland were all about the gee
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| coastline |
Posted - 04/17/2007 : 14:46:01
He's referring to my family newsletter, which is named Happy Holidays and comes out most years in December or maybe January. Often there are pix of the kids, and one year I even made a crossword. But next year, I've agreed to put the above story (in 0.002-point type) on the front (and only) page. I hope people aren't offended by Carl and s_wrenn's bestial tendencies. They really show in this story. Frankly, I'm afraid to go anywhere near Ireland now.
Please pardon me, for these my wrongs. |
| trobrianders |
Posted - 04/17/2007 : 14:38:25
quote:
Originally posted by s_wrenn
I'll start over if you print this story on the front page of your newspaper, deal?
coastline's a media mogul? Gis a job coasty.
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Ed is the hoo hoo |
| s_wrenn |
Posted - 04/15/2007 : 09:28:39
...
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| coastline |
Posted - 04/15/2007 : 09:23:07
Ok, but it's gonna be in 0.002-point type.
Welcome back, baby.  |
| s_wrenn |
Posted - 04/15/2007 : 09:20:10
I'll start over if you print this story on the front page of your newspaper, deal?
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| coastline |
Posted - 04/14/2007 : 15:48:20
Anybody up for starting over? s_wrenn, why don't you do the honors? This is your thread, and you're the writer.
Please pardon me, for these my wrongs. |
| coastline |
Posted - 04/14/2007 : 15:47:44
There were two old women, who were both drunk sluts, with missing teeth and ghonorrea, and they were related to, the popes 20 year old varnished antique mahaogany drinks cabinet. At the vatican they would exchange stories about the pope's secret conversion to Islam and snort "cheeseballs" (cocaine and cheese), like there was no tomorrow or until they got a wicked case of the poops. They loved male hookers for a while, but bored of penis, they decided to invent the "cock-o-matic" it was a machine that made cockerels. Imagine all the people, living life like a comatose, ego loaded, venomous horned lizard. The women were planning on getting a dog, but instead they got a large hermaphrodite parrot named RTSH (Ride That Sexy Horse). They regretted the LSD binge. Then they bought Breeders' CDs. As they listened to them they smoked some good weed. They giggled merrily at nothing. But then, BAM, a noise. It was RTSH! He'd fallen asleep watching the England-Paraguay parody of a football match. Just then, a sasquatch appeared. He said "hello i'm a sasquatch, how are doing, today? Would you like to buy some holiday footage of me?! It's full of really dirty, grainy, blurred scenes of me licking stamps off my wifes right ear." The parrot said "That's not your wife, cheat!". "That's your penis, you sicko!". Startled, the sasquatch whipped out his puddin' and started dancing like a motherfucker on crack. Steeley Dan blared from the open window of a pickup basketball game being played near Riker's Island's new McDonald's restaurant. Ronald McDonald was sitting at...owns table stareing at whats cooking wishing it was food instead of what was looking like leftover rancid slug butter. RTSH sensed Ronald's despair and whipped up a cookie batch with a secret ingredient of oregano. The cookies tasted like cacao pizza with a hint of slug butter and when washed down with a glass of vintage fermented buttermilk and rum made for a powerful aphrodisiac with purgative side effects, resulting in both a hard-on and shrivelled little peacan-sized balls, they were deemed ready for a Go-Go's reunion tour featuring Bill Gates cheap cardigan collection and the Prime Minister of Norway. "Big-ass tit-tays" cried the Prime star Uma Thurman to Luis Bunuel, who, being dead, didn't reply. Later that day, at KFC the Colonel dropped phat beats while badonkadonks shook throughout the performance and ate chicken nuggets. The Colonel loved big asses because they provided his secret ingredient salad, salad, salad, salad, and salad dressing. The Colonel drove the chickencart to the Bootyfactory, but wasn't allowed in, because his body was too bootylicious for Beyonce, Bootyfactory security guard. So instead, he went to Wendy's and stole their chicken. He took the chicken to the movies and bought popcorn popped by God's immaculate vaginia. In the back row he knitted a 'KFC rules!' T-Shirt out of his own faeces, and auctioned it off for KFC's Home For Old Colonels, where they spend their days until they are all dead, comforted by god's splendid vagina and heavenly breasts. Meanwile, Ronald McDonald and Mr. Jon Tiven were have a four way with two crack hores, when Hamburgerler and Rick Rubin burst into the room and Tore Ronald a new asshole with the assbuster3000 v2.71 on loan from George W. Bush. Happy with his new asshole, he travelled through Yemen with "beastial animals", AKA Stephen Kings latest turd. "Remove that turd from Yemen," he simply added*. Requiring less emotional support, he mercifully ended this deteriorating story.
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| trobrianders |
Posted - 04/14/2007 : 12:49:27
There were two old women, who were both drunk sluts, with missing teeth and ghonorrea, and they were related to, the popes 20 year old varnished antique mahaogany drinks cabinet. At the vatican they would exchange stories about the pope's secret conversion to Islam and snort "cheeseballs" (cocaine and cheese), like there was no tomorrow or until they got a wicked case of the poops. They loved male hookers for a while, but bored of penis, they decided to invent the "cock-o-matic" it was a machine that made cockerels. Imagine all the people, living life like a comatose, ego loaded, venomous horned lizard. The women were planning on getting a dog, but instead they got a large hermaphrodite parrot named RTSH (Ride That Sexy Horse). They regretted the LSD binge. Then they bought Breeders' CDs. As they listened to them they smoked some good weed. They giggled merrily at nothing. But then, BAM, a noise. It was RTSH! He'd fallen asleep watching the England-Paraguay parody of a football match. Just then, a sasquatch appeared. He said "hello i'm a sasquatch, how are doing, today? Would you like to buy some holiday footage of me?! It's full of really dirty, grainy, blurred scenes of me licking stamps off my wifes right ear." The parrot said "That's not your wife, cheat!". "That's your penis, you sicko!". Startled, the sasquatch whipped out his puddin' and started dancing like a motherfucker on crack. Steeley Dan blared from the open window of a pickup basketball game being played near Riker's Island's new McDonald's restaurant. Ronald McDonald was sitting at...owns table stareing at whats cooking wishing it was food instead of what was looking like leftover rancid slug butter. RTSH sensed Ronald's despair and whipped up a cookie batch with a secret ingredient of oregano. The cookies tasted like cacao pizza with a hint of slug butter and when washed down with a glass of vintage fermented buttermilk and rum made for a powerful aphrodisiac with purgative side effects, resulting in both a hard-on and shrivelled little peacan-sized balls, they were deemed ready for a Go-Go's reunion tour featuring Bill Gates cheap cardigan collection and the Prime Minister of Norway. "Big-ass tit-tays" cried the Prime star Uma Thurman to Luis Bunuel, who, being dead, didn't reply. Later that day, at KFC the Colonel dropped phat beats while badonkadonks shook throughout the performance and ate chicken nuggets. The Colonel loved big asses because they provided his secret ingredient salad, salad, salad, salad, and salad dressing. The Colonel drove the chickencart to the Bootyfactory, but wasn't allowed in, because his body was too bootylicious for Beyonce, Bootyfactory security guard. So instead, he went to Wendy's and stole their chicken. He took the chicken to the movies and bought popcorn popped by God's immaculate vaginia. In the back row he knitted a 'KFC rules!' T-Shirt out of his own faeces, and auctioned it off for KFC's Home For Old Colonels, where they spend their days until they are all dead, comforted by god's splendid vagina and heavenly breasts. Meanwile, Ronald McDonald and Mr. Jon Tiven were have a four way with two crack hores, when Hamburgerler and Rick Rubin burst into the room and Tore Ronald a new asshole with the assbuster3000 v2.71 on loan from George W. Bush. Happy with his new asshole, he travelled through Yemen with "beastial animals", AKA Stephen Kings latest turd. "Remove that turd from Yemen," he simply added*. Requiring less emotional support, he
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Ed is the hoo hoo |
| Carl |
Posted - 04/11/2007 : 09:38:37
There were two old women, who were both drunk sluts, with missing teeth and ghonorrea, and they were related to, the popes 20 year old varnished antique mahaogany drinks cabinet. At the vatican they would exchange stories about the pope's secret conversion to Islam and snort "cheeseballs" (cocaine and cheese), like there was no tomorrow or until they got a wicked case of the poops. They loved male hookers for a while, but bored of penis, they decided to invent the "cock-o-matic" it was a machine that made cockerels. Imagine all the people, living life like a comatose, ego loaded, venomous horned lizard. The women were planning on getting a dog, but instead they got a large hermaphrodite parrot named RTSH (Ride That Sexy Horse). They regretted the LSD binge. Then they bought Breeders' CDs. As they listened to them they smoked some good weed. They giggled merrily at nothing. But then, BAM, a noise. It was RTSH! He'd fallen asleep watching the England-Paraguay parody of a football match. Just then, a sasquatch appeared. He said "hello i'm a sasquatch, how are doing, today? Would you like to buy some holiday footage of me?! It's full of really dirty, grainy, blurred scenes of me licking stamps off my wifes right ear." The parrot said "That's not your wife, cheat!". "That's your penis, you sicko!". Startled, the sasquatch whipped out his puddin' and started dancing like a motherfucker on crack. Steeley Dan blared from the open window of a pickup basketball game being played near Riker's Island's new McDonald's restaurant. Ronald McDonald was sitting at...owns table stareing at whats cooking wishing it was food instead of what was looking like leftover rancid slug butter. RTSH sensed Ronald's despair and whipped up a cookie batch with a secret ingredient of oregano. The cookies tasted like cacao pizza with a hint of slug butter and when washed down with a glass of vintage fermented buttermilk and rum made for a powerful aphrodisiac with purgative side effects, resulting in both a hard-on and shrivelled little peacan-sized balls, they were deemed ready for a Go-Go's reunion tour featuring Bill Gates cheap cardigan collection and the Prime Minister of Norway. "Big-ass tit-tays" cried the Prime star Uma Thurman to Luis Bunuel, who, being dead, didn't reply. Later that day, at KFC the Colonel dropped phat beats while badonkadonks shook throughout the performance and ate chicken nuggets. The Colonel loved big asses because they provided his secret ingredient salad, salad, salad, salad, and salad dressing. The Colonel drove the chickencart to the Bootyfactory, but wasn't allowed in, because his body was too bootylicious for Beyonce, Bootyfactory security guard. So instead, he went to Wendy's and stole their chicken. He took the chicken to the movies and bought popcorn popped by God's immaculate vaginia. In the back row he knitted a 'KFC rules!' T-Shirt out of his own faeces, and auctioned it off for KFC's Home For Old Colonels, where they spend their days until they are all dead, comforted by god's splendid vagina and heavenly breasts. Meanwile, Ronald McDonald and Mr. Jon Tiven were have a four way with two crack hores, when Hamburgerler and Rick Rubin burst into the room and Tore Ronald a new asshole with the assbuster3000 v2.71 on loan from George W. Bush. Happy with his new asshole, he travelled through Yemen with "beastial animals", AKA Stephen Kings latest turd. "Remove that turd from Yemen," he simply added*
*There's my missing three words, no more, no less!! |
| Jefrey |
Posted - 04/09/2007 : 14:56:07
There were two old women, who were both drunk sluts, with missing teeth and ghonorrea, and they were related to, the popes 20 year old varnished antique mahaogany drinks cabinet. At the vatican they would exchange stories about the pope's secret conversion to Islam and snort "cheeseballs" (cocaine and cheese), like there was no tomorrow or until they got a wicked case of the poops. They loved male hookers for a while, but bored of penis, they decided to invent the "cock-o-matic" it was a machine that made cockerels. Imagine all the people, living life like a comatose, ego loaded, venomous horned lizard. The women were planning on getting a dog, but instead they got a large hermaphrodite parrot named RTSH (Ride That Sexy Horse). They regretted the LSD binge. Then they bought Breeders' CDs. As they listened to them they smoked some good weed. They giggled merrily at nothing. But then, BAM, a noise. It was RTSH! He'd fallen asleep watching the England-Paraguay parody of a football match. Just then, a sasquatch appeared. He said "hello i'm a sasquatch, how are doing, today? Would you like to buy some holiday footage of me?! It's full of really dirty, grainy, blurred scenes of me licking stamps off my wifes right ear." The parrot said "That's not your wife, cheat!". "That's your penis, you sicko!". Startled, the sasquatch whipped out his puddin' and started dancing like a motherfucker on crack. Steeley Dan blared from the open window of a pickup basketball game being played near Riker's Island's new McDonald's restaurant. Ronald McDonald was sitting at...owns table stareing at whats cooking wishing it was food instead of what was looking like leftover rancid slug butter. RTSH sensed Ronald's despair and whipped up a cookie batch with a secret ingredient of oregano. The cookies tasted like cacao pizza with a hint of slug butter and when washed down with a glass of vintage fermented buttermilk and rum made for a powerful aphrodisiac with purgative side effects, resulting in both a hard-on and shrivelled little peacan-sized balls, they were deemed ready for a Go-Go's reunion tour featuring Bill Gates cheap cardigan collection and the Prime Minister of Norway. "Big-ass tit-tays" cried the Prime star Uma Thurman to Luis Bunuel, who, being dead, didn't reply. Later that day, at KFC the Colonel dropped phat beats while badonkadonks shook throughout the performance and ate chicken nuggets. The Colonel loved big asses because they provided his secret ingredient salad, salad, salad, salad, and salad dressing. The Colonel drove the chickencart to the Bootyfactory, but wasn't allowed in, because his body was too bootylicious for Beyonce, Bootyfactory security guard. So instead, he went to Wendy's and stole their chicken. He took the chicken to the movies and bought popcorn popped by God's immaculate vaginia. In the back row he knitted a 'KFC rules!' T-Shirt out of his own faeces, and auctioned it off for KFC's Home For Old Colonels, where they spend their days until they are all dead, comforted by god's splendid vagina and heavenly breasts. Meanwile, Ronald McDonald and Mr. Jon Tiven were have a four way with two crack hores, when Hamburgerler and Rick Rubin burst into the room and Tore Ronald a new asshole with the assbuster3000 v2.71 on loan from George W. Bush. Happy with his new asshole, he travelled through Yemen with "beastial animals", AKA Stephen Kings latest turd. "Remove that turd from Yemen,"
== jeffamerica ==
-You get straight flush, you feel the rush. |
| s_wrenn |
Posted - 04/08/2007 : 12:13:20
Alright, that's it!
Carl, owe this story 23 words
And the phrase "banana erection" must be included in the 23 words
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| PixieSteve |
Posted - 04/08/2007 : 12:03:11
i say it should be 18. a 15 word punishment, plus the 3 he was missing in the first place
"After coming into contact with a religious man I always feel I must wash my hands." - Friedrich Nietzsche |
| s_wrenn |
Posted - 04/08/2007 : 12:01:35
You owe this story 15 words as punishment, Carl.
This is "5 word add on story", not "Carl's dicking around thread". Now get on with it.
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| PixieSteve |
Posted - 04/08/2007 : 11:47:56
hey! don't let Carl get away with only adding 2 words!
"After coming into contact with a religious man I always feel I must wash my hands." - Friedrich Nietzsche |
| s_wrenn |
Posted - 04/08/2007 : 11:17:57
There were two old women, who were both drunk sluts, with missing teeth and ghonorrea, and they were related to, the popes 20 year old varnished antique mahaogany drinks cabinet. At the vatican they would exchange stories about the pope's secret conversion to Islam and snort "cheeseballs" (cocaine and cheese), like there was no tomorrow or until they got a wicked case of the poops. They loved male hookers for a while, but bored of penis, they decided to invent the "cock-o-matic" it was a machine that made cockerels. Imagine all the people, living life like a comatose, ego loaded, venomous horned lizard. The women were planning on getting a dog, but instead they got a large hermaphrodite parrot named RTSH (Ride That Sexy Horse). They regretted the LSD binge. Then they bought Breeders' CDs. As they listened to them they smoked some good weed. They giggled merrily at nothing. But then, BAM, a noise. It was RTSH! He'd fallen asleep watching the England-Paraguay parody of a football match. Just then, a sasquatch appeared. He said "hello i'm a sasquatch, how are doing, today? Would you like to buy some holiday footage of me?! It's full of really dirty, grainy, blurred scenes of me licking stamps off my wifes right ear." The parrot said "That's not your wife, cheat!". "That's your penis, you sicko!". Startled, the sasquatch whipped out his puddin' and started dancing like a motherfucker on crack. Steeley Dan blared from the open window of a pickup basketball game being played near Riker's Island's new McDonald's restaurant. Ronald McDonald was sitting at...owns table stareing at whats cooking wishing it was food instead of what was looking like leftover rancid slug butter. RTSH sensed Ronald's despair and whipped up a cookie batch with a secret ingredient of oregano. The cookies tasted like cacao pizza with a hint of slug butter and when washed down with a glass of vintage fermented buttermilk and rum made for a powerful aphrodisiac with purgative side effects, resulting in both a hard-on and shrivelled little peacan-sized balls, they were deemed ready for a Go-Go's reunion tour featuring Bill Gates cheap cardigan collection and the Prime Minister of Norway. "Big-ass tit-tays" cried the Prime star Uma Thurman to Luis Bunuel, who, being dead, didn't reply. Later that day, at KFC the Colonel dropped phat beats while badonkadonks shook throughout the performance and ate chicken nuggets. The Colonel loved big asses because they provided his secret ingredient salad, salad, salad, salad, and salad dressing. The Colonel drove the chickencart to the Bootyfactory, but wasn't allowed in, because his body was too bootylicious for Beyonce, Bootyfactory security guard. So instead, he went to Wendy's and stole their chicken. He took the chicken to the movies and bought popcorn popped by God's immaculate vaginia. In the back row he knitted a 'KFC rules!' T-Shirt out of his own faeces, and auctioned it off for KFC's Home For Old Colonels, where they spend their days until they are all dead, comforted by god's splendid vagina and heavenly breasts. Meanwile, Ronald McDonald and Mr. Jon Tiven were have a four way with two crack hores, when Hamburgerler and Rick Rubin burst into the room and Tore Ronald a new asshole with the assbuster3000 v2.71 on loan from George W. Bush. Happy with his new asshole, he travelled through Yemen with "beastial animals", AKA Stephen Kings latest turd.
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| PixieSteve |
Posted - 04/08/2007 : 05:36:56
Carl, Carl, Carl...
"After coming into contact with a religious man I always feel I must wash my hands." - Friedrich Nietzsche |
| Carl |
Posted - 04/08/2007 : 05:36:02
There were two old women, who were both drunk sluts, with missing teeth and ghonorrea, and they were related to, the popes 20 year old varnished antique mahaogany drinks cabinet. At the vatican they would exchange stories about the pope's secret conversion to Islam and snort "cheeseballs" (cocaine and cheese), like there was no tomorrow or until they got a wicked case of the poops. They loved male hookers for a while, but bored of penis, they decided to invent the "cock-o-matic" it was a machine that made cockerels. Imagine all the people, living life like a comatose, ego loaded, venomous horned lizard. The women were planning on getting a dog, but instead they got a large hermaphrodite parrot named RTSH (Ride That Sexy Horse). They regretted the LSD binge. Then they bought Breeders' CDs. As they listened to them they smoked some good weed. They giggled merrily at nothing. But then, BAM, a noise. It was RTSH! He'd fallen asleep watching the England-Paraguay parody of a football match. Just then, a sasquatch appeared. He said "hello i'm a sasquatch, how are doing, today? Would you like to buy some holiday footage of me?! It's full of really dirty, grainy, blurred scenes of me licking stamps off my wifes right ear." The parrot said "That's not your wife, cheat!". "That's your penis, you sicko!". Startled, the sasquatch whipped out his puddin' and started dancing like a motherfucker on crack. Steeley Dan blared from the open window of a pickup basketball game being played near Riker's Island's new McDonald's restaurant. Ronald McDonald was sitting at...owns table stareing at whats cooking wishing it was food instead of what was looking like leftover rancid slug butter. RTSH sensed Ronald's despair and whipped up a cookie batch with a secret ingredient of oregano. The cookies tasted like cacao pizza with a hint of slug butter and when washed down with a glass of vintage fermented buttermilk and rum made for a powerful aphrodisiac with purgative side effects, resulting in both a hard-on and shrivelled little peacan-sized balls, they were deemed ready for a Go-Go's reunion tour featuring Bill Gates cheap cardigan collection and the Prime Minister of Norway. "Big-ass tit-tays" cried the Prime star Uma Thurman to Luis Bunuel, who, being dead, didn't reply. Later that day, at KFC the Colonel dropped phat beats while badonkadonks shook throughout the performance and ate chicken nuggets. The Colonel loved big asses because they provided his secret ingredient salad, salad, salad, salad, and salad dressing. The Colonel drove the chickencart to the Bootyfactory, but wasn't allowed in, because his body was too bootylicious for Beyonce, Bootyfactory security guard. So instead, he went to Wendy's and stole their chicken. He took the chicken to the movies and bought popcorn popped by God's immaculate vaginia. In the back row he knitted a 'KFC rules!' T-Shirt out of his own faeces, and auctioned it off for KFC's Home For Old Colonels, where they spend their days until they are all dead, comforted by god's splendid vagina and heavenly breasts. Meanwile, Ronald McDonald and Mr. Jon Tiven were have a four way with two crack hores, when Hamburgerler and Rick Rubin burst into the room and Tore Ronald a new asshole with the assbuster3000 v2.71 on loan from George W. Bush. Happy with his new asshole, he travelled through Yemen with beastial animals |
| s_wrenn |
Posted - 04/08/2007 : 03:46:02
There were two old women, who were both drunk sluts, with missing teeth and ghonorrea, and they were related to, the popes 20 year old varnished antique mahaogany drinks cabinet. At the vatican they would exchange stories about the pope's secret conversion to Islam and snort "cheeseballs" (cocaine and cheese), like there was no tomorrow or until they got a wicked case of the poops. They loved male hookers for a while, but bored of penis, they decided to invent the "cock-o-matic" it was a machine that made cockerels. Imagine all the people, living life like a comatose, ego loaded, venomous horned lizard. The women were planning on getting a dog, but instead they got a large hermaphrodite parrot named RTSH (Ride That Sexy Horse). They regretted the LSD binge. Then they bought Breeders' CDs. As they listened to them they smoked some good weed. They giggled merrily at nothing. But then, BAM, a noise. It was RTSH! He'd fallen asleep watching the England-Paraguay parody of a football match. Just then, a sasquatch appeared. He said "hello i'm a sasquatch, how are doing, today? Would you like to buy some holiday footage of me?! It's full of really dirty, grainy, blurred scenes of me licking stamps off my wifes right ear." The parrot said "That's not your wife, cheat!". "That's your penis, you sicko!". Startled, the sasquatch whipped out his puddin' and started dancing like a motherfucker on crack. Steeley Dan blared from the open window of a pickup basketball game being played near Riker's Island's new McDonald's restaurant. Ronald McDonald was sitting at...owns table stareing at whats cooking wishing it was food instead of what was looking like leftover rancid slug butter. RTSH sensed Ronald's despair and whipped up a cookie batch with a secret ingredient of oregano. The cookies tasted like cacao pizza with a hint of slug butter and when washed down with a glass of vintage fermented buttermilk and rum made for a powerful aphrodisiac with purgative side effects, resulting in both a hard-on and shrivelled little peacan-sized balls, they were deemed ready for a Go-Go's reunion tour featuring Bill Gates cheap cardigan collection and the Prime Minister of Norway. "Big-ass tit-tays" cried the Prime star Uma Thurman to Luis Bunuel, who, being dead, didn't reply. Later that day, at KFC the Colonel dropped phat beats while badonkadonks shook throughout the performance and ate chicken nuggets. The Colonel loved big asses because they provided his secret ingredient salad, salad, salad, salad, and salad dressing. The Colonel drove the chickencart to the Bootyfactory, but wasn't allowed in, because his body was too bootylicious for Beyonce, Bootyfactory security guard. So instead, he went to Wendy's and stole their chicken. He took the chicken to the movies and bought popcorn popped by God's immaculate vaginia. In the back row he knitted a 'KFC rules!' T-Shirt out of his own faeces, and auctioned it off for KFC's Home For Old Colonels, where they spend their days until they are all dead, comforted by god's splendid vagina and heavenly breasts. Meanwile, Ronald McDonald and Mr. Jon Tiven were have a four way with two crack hores, when Hamburgerler and Rick Rubin burst into the room and Tore Ronald a new asshole with the assbuster3000 v2.71 on loan from George W. Bush. Happy with his new asshole, he travelled through Yemen with...
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| PixieSteve |
Posted - 04/07/2007 : 18:14:40
There were two old women, who were both drunk sluts, with missing teeth and ghonorrea, and they were related to, the popes 20 year old varnished antique mahaogany drinks cabinet. At the vatican they would exchange stories about the pope's secret conversion to Islam and snort "cheeseballs" (cocaine and cheese), like there was no tomorrow or until they got a wicked case of the poops. They loved male hookers for a while, but bored of penis, they decided to invent the "cock-o-matic" it was a machine that made cockerels. Imagine all the people, living life like a comatose, ego loaded, venomous horned lizard. The women were planning on getting a dog, but instead they got a large hermaphrodite parrot named RTSH (Ride That Sexy Horse). They regretted the LSD binge. Then they bought Breeders' CDs. As they listened to them they smoked some good weed. They giggled merrily at nothing. But then, BAM, a noise. It was RTSH! He'd fallen asleep watching the England-Paraguay parody of a football match. Just then, a sasquatch appeared. He said "hello i'm a sasquatch, how are doing, today? Would you like to buy some holiday footage of me?! It's full of really dirty, grainy, blurred scenes of me licking stamps off my wifes right ear." The parrot said "That's not your wife, cheat!". "That's your penis, you sicko!". Startled, the sasquatch whipped out his puddin' and started dancing like a motherfucker on crack. Steeley Dan blared from the open window of a pickup basketball game being played near Riker's Island's new McDonald's restaurant. Ronald McDonald was sitting at...owns table stareing at whats cooking wishing it was food instead of what was looking like leftover rancid slug butter. RTSH sensed Ronald's despair and whipped up a cookie batch with a secret ingredient of oregano. The cookies tasted like cacao pizza with a hint of slug butter and when washed down with a glass of vintage fermented buttermilk and rum made for a powerful aphrodisiac with purgative side effects, resulting in both a hard-on and shrivelled little peacan-sized balls, they were deemed ready for a Go-Go's reunion tour featuring Bill Gates cheap cardigan collection and the Prime Minister of Norway. "Big-ass tit-tays" cried the Prime star Uma Thurman to Luis Bunuel, who, being dead, didn't reply. Later that day, at KFC the Colonel dropped phat beats while badonkadonks shook throughout the performance and ate chicken nuggets. The Colonel loved big asses because they provided his secret ingredient salad, salad, salad, salad, and salad dressing. The Colonel drove the chickencart to the Bootyfactory, but wasn't allowed in, because his body was too bootylicious for Beyonce, Bootyfactory security guard. So instead, he went to Wendy's and stole their chicken. He took the chicken to the movies and bought popcorn popped by God's immaculate vaginia. In the back row he knitted a 'KFC rules!' T-Shirt out of his own faeces, and auctioned it off for KFC's Home For Old Colonels, where they spend their days until they are all dead, comforted by god's splendid vagina and heavenly breasts. Meanwile, Ronald McDonald and Mr. Jon Tiven were have a four way with two crack hores, when Hamburgerler and Rick Rubin burst into the room and Tore Ronald a new asshole with the assbuster3000 v2.71 on loan from George W. Bush. Happy with his new asshole...
"After coming into contact with a religious man I always feel I must wash my hands." - Friedrich Nietzsche |
| coastline |
Posted - 04/07/2007 : 18:08:14
There were two old women, who were both drunk sluts, with missing teeth and ghonorrea, and they were related to, the popes 20 year old varnished antique mahaogany drinks cabinet. At the vatican they would exchange stories about the pope's secret conversion to Islam and snort "cheeseballs" (cocaine and cheese), like there was no tomorrow or until they got a wicked case of the poops. They loved male hookers for a while, but bored of penis, they decided to invent the "cock-o-matic" it was a machine that made cockerels. Imagine all the people, living life like a comatose, ego loaded, venomous horned lizard. The women were planning on getting a dog, but instead they got a large hermaphrodite parrot named RTSH (Ride That Sexy Horse). They regretted the LSD binge. Then they bought Breeders' CDs. As they listened to them they smoked some good weed. They giggled merrily at nothing. But then, BAM, a noise. It was RTSH! He'd fallen asleep watching the England-Paraguay parody of a football match. Just then, a sasquatch appeared. He said "hello i'm a sasquatch, how are doing, today? Would you like to buy some holiday footage of me?! It's full of really dirty, grainy, blurred scenes of me licking stamps off my wifes right ear." The parrot said "That's not your wife, cheat!". "That's your penis, you sicko!". Startled, the sasquatch whipped out his puddin' and started dancing like a motherfucker on crack. Steeley Dan blared from the open window of a pickup basketball game being played near Riker's Island's new McDonald's restaurant. Ronald McDonald was sitting at...owns table stareing at whats cooking wishing it was food instead of what was looking like leftover rancid slug butter. RTSH sensed Ronald's despair and whipped up a cookie batch with a secret ingredient of oregano. The cookies tasted like cacao pizza with a hint of slug butter and when washed down with a glass of vintage fermented buttermilk and rum made for a powerful aphrodisiac with purgative side effects, resulting in both a hard-on and shrivelled little peacan-sized balls, they were deemed ready for a Go-Go's reunion tour featuring Bill Gates cheap cardigan collection and the Prime Minister of Norway. "Big-ass tit-tays" cried the Prime star Uma Thurman to Luis Bunuel, who, being dead, didn't reply. Later that day, at KFC the Colonel dropped phat beats while badonkadonks shook throughout the performance and ate chicken nuggets. The Colonel loved big asses because they provided his secret ingredient salad, salad, salad, salad, and salad dressing. The Colonel drove the chickencart to the Bootyfactory, but wasn't allowed in, because his body was too bootylicious for Beyonce, Bootyfactory security guard. So instead, he went to Wendy's and stole their chicken. He took the chicken to the movies and bought popcorn popped by God's immaculate vaginia. In the back row he knitted a 'KFC rules!' T-Shirt out of his own faeces, and auctioned it off for KFC's Home For Old Colonels, where they spend their days until they are dead, comforted by god's splendid vagina and heavenly breasts. Meanwile, Ronald McDonald and Mr. Jon Tiven were have a four way with two crack hores, when Hamburgerler and Rick Rubin burst into the room and Tore Ronald a new asshole with the assbuster3000 v2.71 on loan from George W. Bush. ...
Please pardon me, for these my wrongs. |
| s_wrenn |
Posted - 07/19/2006 : 16:03:42
There were two old women, who were both drunk sluts, with missing teeth and ghonorrea, and they were related to, the popes 20 year old varnished antique mahaogany drinks cabinet. At the vatican they would exchange stories about the pope's secret conversion to Islam and snort "cheeseballs" (cocaine and cheese), like there was no tomorrow or until they got a wicked case of the poops. They loved male hookers for a while, but bored of penis, they decided to invent the "cock-o-matic" it was a machine that made cockerels. Imagine all the people, living life like a comatose, ego loaded, venomous horned lizard. The women were planning on getting a dog, but instead they got a large hermaphrodite parrot named RTSH (Ride That Sexy Horse). They regretted the LSD binge. Then they bought Breeders' CDs. As they listened to them they smoked some good weed. They giggled merrily at nothing. But then, BAM, a noise. It was RTSH! He'd fallen asleep watching the England-Paraguay parody of a football match. Just then, a sasquatch appeared. He said "hello i'm a sasquatch, how are doing, today? Would you like to buy some holiday footage of me?! It's full of really dirty, grainy, blurred scenes of me licking stamps off my wifes right ear." The parrot said "That's not your wife, cheat!". "That's your penis, you sicko!". Startled, the sasquatch whipped out his puddin' and started dancing like a motherfucker on crack. Steeley Dan blared from the open window of a pickup basketball game being played near Riker's Island's new McDonald's restaurant. Ronald McDonald was sitting at...owns table stareing at whats cooking wishing it was food instead of what was looking like leftover rancid slug butter. RTSH sensed Ronald's despair and whipped up a cookie batch with a secret ingredient of oregano. The cookies tasted like cacao pizza with a hint of slug butter and when washed down with a glass of vintage fermented buttermilk and rum made for a powerful aphrodisiac with purgative side effects, resulting in both a hard-on and shrivelled little peacan-sized balls, they were deemed ready for a Go-Go's reunion tour featuring Bill Gates cheap cardigan collection and the Prime Minister of Norway. "Big-ass tit-tays" cried the Prime star Uma Thurman to Luis Bunuel, who, being dead, didn't reply. Later that day, at KFC the Colonel dropped phat beats while badonkadonks shook throughout the performance and ate chicken nuggets. The Colonel loved big asses because they provided his secret ingredient salad, salad, salad, salad, and salad dressing. The Colonel drove the chickencart to the Bootyfactory, but wasn't allowed in, because his body was too bootylicious for Beyonce, Bootyfactory security guard. So instead, he went to Wendy's and stole their chicken. He took the chicken to the movies and bought popcorn popped by God's immaculate vaginia. In the back row he knitted a 'KFC rules!' T-Shirt out of his own faeces, and auctioned it off for KFC's Home For Old Colonels, where they spend their days until they are dead, comforted by god's splendid vagina and heavenly breasts. Meanwile, Ronald McDonald and Mr. Jon Tiven were have a four way with two crack hores, when Hamburgerler and Rick Rubin burst into the room and Tore Ronald a new asshole with the assbuster3000 v2.71 on...
Seán Says: "It's easy to be a prick when your already an asshole"
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| Carl |
Posted - 07/18/2006 : 11:53:02
There were two old women, who were both drunk sluts, with missing teeth and ghonorrea, and they were related to, the popes 20 year old varnished antique mahaogany drinks cabinet. At the vatican they would exchange stories about the pope's secret conversion to Islam and snort "cheeseballs" (cocaine and cheese), like there was no tomorrow or until they got a wicked case of the poops. They loved male hookers for a while, but bored of penis, they decided to invent the "cock-o-matic" it was a machine that made cockerels. Imagine all the people, living life like a comatose, ego loaded, venomous horned lizard. The women were planning on getting a dog, but instead they got a large hermaphrodite parrot named RTSH (Ride That Sexy Horse). They regretted the LSD binge. Then they bought Breeders' CDs. As they listened to them they smoked some good weed. They giggled merrily at nothing. But then, BAM, a noise. It was RTSH! He'd fallen asleep watching the England-Paraguay parody of a football match. Just then, a sasquatch appeared. He said "hello i'm a sasquatch, how are doing, today? Would you like to buy some holiday footage of me?! It's full of really dirty, grainy, blurred scenes of me licking stamps off my wifes right ear." The parrot said "That's not your wife, cheat!". "That's your penis, you sicko!". Startled, the sasquatch whipped out his puddin' and started dancing like a motherfucker on crack. Steeley Dan blared from the open window of a pickup basketball game being played near Riker's Island's new McDonald's restaurant. Ronald McDonald was sitting at...owns table stareing at whats cooking wishing it was food instead of what was looking like leftover rancid slug butter. RTSH sensed Ronald's despair and whipped up a cookie batch with a secret ingredient of oregano. The cookies tasted like cacao pizza with a hint of slug butter and when washed down with a glass of vintage fermented buttermilk and rum made for a powerful aphrodisiac with purgative side effects, resulting in both a hard-on and shrivelled little peacan-sized balls, they were deemed ready for a Go-Go's reunion tour featuring Bill Gates cheap cardigan collection and the Prime Minister of Norway. "Big-ass tit-tays" cried the Prime star Uma Thurman to Luis Bunuel, who, being dead, didn't reply. Later that day, at KFC the Colonel dropped phat beats while badonkadonks shook throughout the performance and ate chicken nuggets. The Colonel loved big asses because they provided his secret ingredient salad, salad, salad, salad, and salad dressing. The Colonel drove the chickencart to the Bootyfactory, but wasn't allowed in, because his body was too bootylicious for Beyonce, Bootyfactory security guard. So instead, he went to Wendy's and stole their chicken. He took the chicken to the movies and bought popcorn popped by God's immaculate vaginia. In the back row he knitted a 'KFC rules!' T-Shirt out of his own faeces, and auctioned it off for KFC's Home For Old Colonels, where they spend their days until they are dead, comforted by god's splendid vagina and heavenly breasts. Meanwile, Ronald McDonald and Mr. Jon Tiven were have a four way with two crack hores, when Hamburgerler and Rick Rubin burst into the room and Tore Ronald a new asshole...
Join the Cult Of Pob! And don't forget to listen to the Pobcast! |
| VoVat |
Posted - 07/18/2006 : 11:39:52
There were two old women, who were both drunk sluts, with missing teeth and ghonorrea, and they were related to, the popes 20 year old varnished antique mahaogany drinks cabinet. At the vatican they would exchange stories about the pope's secret conversion to Islam and snort "cheeseballs" (cocaine and cheese), like there was no tomorrow or until they got a wicked case of the poops. They loved male hookers for a while, but bored of penis, they decided to invent the "cock-o-matic" it was a machine that made cockerels. Imagine all the people, living life like a comatose, ego loaded, venomous horned lizard. The women were planning on getting a dog, but instead they got a large hermaphrodite parrot named RTSH (Ride That Sexy Horse). They regretted the LSD binge. Then they bought Breeders' CDs. As they listened to them they smoked some good weed. They giggled merrily at nothing. But then, BAM, a noise. It was RTSH! He'd fallen asleep watching the England-Paraguay parody of a football match. Just then, a sasquatch appeared. He said "hello i'm a sasquatch, how are doing, today? Would you like to buy some holiday footage of me?! It's full of really dirty, grainy, blurred scenes of me licking stamps off my wifes right ear." The parrot said "That's not your wife, cheat!". "That's your penis, you sicko!". Startled, the sasquatch whipped out his puddin' and started dancing like a motherfucker on crack. Steeley Dan blared from the open window of a pickup basketball game being played near Riker's Island's new McDonald's restaurant. Ronald McDonald was sitting at...owns table stareing at whats cooking wishing it was food instead of what was looking like leftover rancid slug butter. RTSH sensed Ronald's despair and whipped up a cookie batch with a secret ingredient of oregano. The cookies tasted like cacao pizza with a hint of slug butter and when washed down with a glass of vintage fermented buttermilk and rum made for a powerful aphrodisiac with purgative side effects, resulting in both a hard-on and shrivelled little peacan-sized balls, they were deemed ready for a Go-Go's reunion tour featuring Bill Gates cheap cardigan collection and the Prime Minister of Norway. "Big-ass tit-tays" cried the Prime star Uma Thurman to Luis Bunuel, who, being dead, didn't reply. Later that day, at KFC the Colonel dropped phat beats while badonkadonks shook throughout the performance and ate chicken nuggets. The Colonel loved big asses because they provided his secret ingredient salad, salad, salad, salad, and salad dressing. The Colonel drove the chickencart to the Bootyfactory, but wasn't allowed in, because his body was too bootylicious for Beyonce, Bootyfactory security guard. So instead, he went to Wendy's and stole their chicken. He took the chicken to the movies and bought popcorn popped by God's immaculate vaginia. In the back row he knitted a 'KFC rules!' T-Shirt out of his own faeces, and auctioned it off for KFC's Home For Old Colonels, where they spend their days until they are dead, comforted by god's splendid vagina and heavenly breasts. Meanwile, Ronald McDonald and Mr. Jon Tiven were have a four way with two crack hores, when Hamburgerler and Rick Rubin burst into the room and...
"If you doze much longer, then life turns to dreaming. If you doze much longer, then dreams turn to nightmares." |
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