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3 Word Story

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Re: 3 Word Story

#121 Post by Emma Woolgatherer » November 2nd, 2009, 4:37 pm

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#122 Post by Ken H » November 2nd, 2009, 4:44 pm

insignificance, such as
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#123 Post by Nick » November 2nd, 2009, 6:00 pm

Paris Hilton and

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#124 Post by Fia » November 2nd, 2009, 9:58 pm

There was once a baby girl who was born of a virgin man - the first!

Her name was Sarah Louise Palin F'tang F'tang Johnson or something similar. She was superhuman. Her legs could turn into wings. Her eyes could melt your heart but she had one weakness: she was very impulsive. She would often just decide to use those legs to devastating effect so she got a black belt and matching scarf in ecky thump. "The Goodies" were none too pleased but the baddies said; hang on a cotton pickin' minute or so, or else, I won't be responsible for any damage done to your body and belongings.

One fine day a robot came named John McCain who, besides being made of potatoes a conservative nutbar held together with duct tape and other similar nonsense, was understandably quite flabbergasted by her poor grasp of reality; in particular which was is bad sentence structure amongst other things although word order forbade him, he expired.

Meanwhile, just then chip makers from near Bridgetown, Barbados, were speeding along the beach recklessly driving a milk float. They said that if Hockey Moms were a little more cognisant of their Offspring's short comings they mightn't be quite so prone to preach abstinence, Mrs. Palin Johnson, peace be upon all chip makers. Ms Johnson chips away at the wedding cake of her Aunt Gladys, who had been a former pilot in the Swedish Latin American dance squadron, which previously performed high jinks and dirty tricks at theatres nation wide with great sucess.

Neighbour, Nellie Poobum, having eaten all the cake's icing and huge amounts of the marzipan followed by pints of virgin blood not to mention buckets of potatoes, made into chips, and fried in hot baby oil made from real rape seed oil and burned three times over a campfire, suddenly vomited and started levitating, her feet grew into yards and gardens and fields. Perhaps most surprisingly, her hair was a deep shade turquoise. Perhaps it wasn’t really here except in our sick fevered imaginations. Clearly, though, that completely untrue, because she often twittered, mostly about eternal fluffy pink unicorns but occasionally about matters of great insignificance, such as Paris Hilton and

other posh hotels.

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#125 Post by Maria Mac » November 4th, 2009, 4:55 pm

There was once a baby girl who was born of a virgin man - the first!

Her name was Sarah Louise Palin F'tang F'tang Johnson or something similar. She was superhuman. Her legs could turn into wings. Her eyes could melt your heart but she had one weakness: she was very impulsive. She would often just decide to use those legs to devastating effect so she got a black belt and matching scarf in ecky thump. "The Goodies" were none too pleased but the baddies said; hang on a cotton pickin' minute or so, or else, I won't be responsible for any damage done to your body and belongings.

One fine day a robot came named John McCain who, besides being made of potatoes a conservative nutbar held together with duct tape and other similar nonsense, was understandably quite flabbergasted by her poor grasp of reality; in particular which was is bad sentence structure amongst other things although word order forbade him, he expired.

Meanwhile, just then chip makers from near Bridgetown, Barbados, were speeding along the beach recklessly driving a milk float. They said that if Hockey Moms were a little more cognisant of their Offspring's short comings they mightn't be quite so prone to preach abstinence, Mrs. Palin Johnson, peace be upon all chip makers. Ms Johnson chips away at the wedding cake of her Aunt Gladys, who had been a former pilot in the Swedish Latin American dance squadron, which previously performed high jinks and dirty tricks at theatres nation wide with great sucess.

Neighbour, Nellie Poobum, having eaten all the cake's icing and huge amounts of the marzipan followed by pints of virgin blood not to mention buckets of potatoes, made into chips, and fried in hot baby oil made from real rape seed oil and burned three times over a campfire, suddenly vomited and started levitating, her feet grew into yards and gardens and fields. Perhaps most surprisingly, her hair was a deep shade turquoise. Perhaps it wasn’t really here except in our sick fevered imaginations. Clearly, though, that completely untrue, because she often twittered, mostly about eternal fluffy pink unicorns but occasionally about matters of great insignificance, such as Paris Hilton and other posh hotels.

There always seems



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Re: 3 Word Story

#126 Post by Ken H » November 4th, 2009, 5:30 pm

to be unpleasant

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Is that Smelly Nellie??
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#127 Post by Lifelinking » November 4th, 2009, 9:47 pm

repercussions arising from

(and her cousin, Nigel Fartwhistle)
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#128 Post by Nick » November 4th, 2009, 11:46 pm

luxury establishments, especially

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#129 Post by Lifelinking » November 4th, 2009, 11:52 pm

There was once a baby girl who was born of a virgin man - the first!

Her name was Sarah Louise Palin F'tang F'tang Johnson or something similar. She was superhuman. Her legs could turn into wings. Her eyes could melt your heart but she had one weakness: she was very impulsive. She would often just decide to use those legs to devastating effect so she got a black belt and matching scarf in ecky thump. "The Goodies" were none too pleased but the baddies said; hang on a cotton pickin' minute or so, or else, I won't be responsible for any damage done to your body and belongings.

One fine day a robot came named John McCain who, besides being made of potatoes a conservative nutbar held together with duct tape and other similar nonsense, was understandably quite flabbergasted by her poor grasp of reality; in particular which was is bad sentence structure amongst other things although word order forbade him, he expired.

Meanwhile, just then chip makers from near Bridgetown, Barbados, were speeding along the beach recklessly driving a milk float. They said that if Hockey Moms were a little more cognisant of their Offspring's short comings they mightn't be quite so prone to preach abstinence, Mrs. Palin Johnson, peace be upon all chip makers. Ms Johnson chips away at the wedding cake of her Aunt Gladys, who had been a former pilot in the Swedish Latin American dance squadron, which previously performed high jinks and dirty tricks at theatres nation wide with great success.

Neighbour, Nellie Poobum, having eaten all the cake's icing and huge amounts of the marzipan followed by pints of virgin blood not to mention buckets of potatoes, made into chips, and fried in hot baby oil made from real rape seed oil and burned three times over a campfire, suddenly vomited and started levitating, her feet grew into yards and gardens and fields. Perhaps most surprisingly, her hair was a deep shade turquoise. Perhaps it wasn’t really here except in our sick fevered imaginations. Clearly, though, that’s completely untrue, because she often twittered, mostly about eternal fluffy pink unicorns but occasionally about matters of great insignificance, such as Paris Hilton and other posh hotels.

There always seems to be unpleasant repercussions arising from luxury establishments, especially those with mirrored
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#130 Post by Ken H » November 5th, 2009, 12:03 am

bowling alleys which
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#131 Post by Lifelinking » November 5th, 2009, 12:08 am

are frequented by
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#132 Post by Nick » November 5th, 2009, 12:21 am

narcissistic bowlers, wearing

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#133 Post by Marian » November 5th, 2009, 12:27 am

mirrored sunglasses and
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#134 Post by Nick » November 5th, 2009, 12:29 am

Jimmy Choo shoes.

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#135 Post by Lifelinking » November 5th, 2009, 9:13 am

A Guatemalan contortionist
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#136 Post by Maria Mac » November 5th, 2009, 4:41 pm

There was once a baby girl who was born of a virgin man - the first!

Her name was Sarah Louise Palin F'tang F'tang Johnson or something similar. She was superhuman. Her legs could turn into wings. Her eyes could melt your heart but she had one weakness: she was very impulsive. She would often just decide to use those legs to devastating effect so she got a black belt and matching scarf in ecky thump. "The Goodies" were none too pleased but the baddies said; hang on a cotton pickin' minute or so, or else, I won't be responsible for any damage done to your body and belongings.

One fine day a robot came named John McCain who, besides being made of potatoes a conservative nutbar held together with duct tape and other similar nonsense, was understandably quite flabbergasted by her poor grasp of reality; in particular which was is bad sentence structure amongst other things although word order forbade him, he expired.

Meanwhile, just then chip makers from near Bridgetown, Barbados, were speeding along the beach recklessly driving a milk float. They said that if Hockey Moms were a little more cognisant of their Offspring's short comings they mightn't be quite so prone to preach abstinence, Mrs. Palin Johnson, peace be upon all chip makers. Ms Johnson chips away at the wedding cake of her Aunt Gladys, who had been a former pilot in the Swedish Latin American dance squadron, which previously performed high jinks and dirty tricks at theatres nation wide with great success.

Neighbour, Nellie Poobum, having eaten all the cake's icing and huge amounts of the marzipan followed by pints of virgin blood not to mention buckets of potatoes, made into chips, and fried in hot baby oil made from real rape seed oil and burned three times over a campfire, suddenly vomited and started levitating, her feet grew into yards and gardens and fields. Perhaps most surprisingly, her hair was a deep shade turquoise. Perhaps it wasn’t really here except in our sick fevered imaginations. Clearly, though, that’s completely untrue, because she often twittered, mostly about eternal fluffy pink unicorns but occasionally about matters of great insignificance, such as Paris Hilton and other posh hotels.

There always seems to be unpleasant repercussions arising from luxury establishments, especially those with mirrored bowling alleys which are frequented by narcissistic bowlers, wearing mirrored sunglasses and Jimmy Choo shoes. A Guatemalan contortionist once famously said,

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#137 Post by Emma Woolgatherer » November 5th, 2009, 6:37 pm

"Never put your

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#138 Post by Ken H » November 5th, 2009, 6:55 pm

foot in your
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#139 Post by Lifelinking » November 5th, 2009, 8:06 pm

ear, while the
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#140 Post by Maria Mac » November 5th, 2009, 8:22 pm

mirrors are dirty.

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#141 Post by SoldierForTruth » November 5th, 2009, 9:53 pm

But please lick
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