***STORY MAKING (on livejournal). I say the first 4 lines of the story and then a person comments on it leaving the next 4 sentences of text of it. It keeps going (make it as funny or serious as you want it) until the thread dies
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. . .Mr. T and he came and pitied those fools! Then he told me to dial down the center. After the KKK guys were gone, we joined hands and went to frolic in fields of flowers. Later on we . . .
...found a cave that belonged to a tribe of turtles. they were friendly and offered us tea and/or crumpets. they then told us about their prediciment with a robot harassing their peacful lives. the robot was a giant...
... penguin named herbert who enjoyed long walks on the beach (despite the sunburns). The turtle tribe sat with me and mr.t well into the morning hours telling stories through out the night. Eventually we left and came upon a rock of giant proportions. being the ideal place to rest i took a seat only to discover that the rock could talk!!! i quickly got up and heard him say ...
...in his rich british accent, "Darling, you're backside is causing me a great deal of pain...Frankly, your ass is too bloody big! Sir Mix-a-lot would be in bloody shock!" I told him blatantly that I was surprised there weren't more fat english women due to all the fried fish and chips. Then I told him about my quest not for Sir Mix-a-lot, but for Sir McCartney only then to realize...
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