'Twas the night before Biggles climbed the thirty-nine steps to the Headmaster's (Goodbye Mr Chips)
Also sprach Zarathustra; "Nay lad, tha' "tha"s them as tha knaws, thine mother always said" tha thrawpit Jezebel."
Hello Mr Chips.
-One Fisherman's Friend
No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom
Three Word Story Game (again)
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Merry_Wanderer
- Posts: 1002
- Joined: 31 Aug 2012, 9:33am
- Location: North Leicestershire
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
'Twas the night before Biggles climbed the thirty-nine steps to the Headmaster's (Goodbye Mr Chips)
Also sprach Zarathustra; "Nay lad, tha' "tha"s them as tha knaws, thine mother always said" tha thrawpit Jezebel."
Hello Mr Chips.
-One Fisherman's Friend
No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory
Also sprach Zarathustra; "Nay lad, tha' "tha"s them as tha knaws, thine mother always said" tha thrawpit Jezebel."
Hello Mr Chips.
-One Fisherman's Friend
No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory
Missing, presumed fed.
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ferrit worrier
- Posts: 5409
- Joined: 27 Jun 2008, 7:58pm
- Location: south Manchester
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet
Percussive maintainance, if it don't fit, hit it with the hammer.
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Stopped. Three times.
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
[sorry guys - as you were]
Suppose that this room is a lift. The support breaks and down we go with ever-increasing velocity.
Let us pass the time by performing physical experiments...
--- Arthur Eddington (creator of the Eddington Number).
Let us pass the time by performing physical experiments...
--- Arthur Eddington (creator of the Eddington Number).
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er...
Ready? Steady? Er...
Have we got time for another cuppa?
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
'Twas the night before Biggles climbed the thirty-nine steps to the Headmaster's (Goodbye Mr Chips)
Also sprach Zarathustra; "Nay lad, tha' "tha"s them as tha knaws, thine mother always said" tha thrawpit Jezebel."
Hello Mr Chips.
-One Fisherman's Friend
No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story
Also sprach Zarathustra; "Nay lad, tha' "tha"s them as tha knaws, thine mother always said" tha thrawpit Jezebel."
Hello Mr Chips.
-One Fisherman's Friend
No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story
Missing, presumed fed.
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ferrit worrier
- Posts: 5409
- Joined: 27 Jun 2008, 7:58pm
- Location: south Manchester
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
'Twas the night before Biggles climbed the thirty-nine steps to the Headmaster's (Goodbye Mr Chips)
Also sprach Zarathustra; "Nay lad, tha' "tha"s them as tha knaws, thine mother always said" tha thrawpit Jezebel."
Hello Mr Chips.
-One Fisherman's Friend
No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark
Also sprach Zarathustra; "Nay lad, tha' "tha"s them as tha knaws, thine mother always said" tha thrawpit Jezebel."
Hello Mr Chips.
-One Fisherman's Friend
No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark
Percussive maintainance, if it don't fit, hit it with the hammer.
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night
Missing, presumed fed.
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout
“In some ways, it is easier to be a dissident, for then one is without responsibility.”
― Nelson Mandela, Long Walk to Freedom
― Nelson Mandela, Long Walk to Freedom
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative
Suppose that this room is a lift. The support breaks and down we go with ever-increasing velocity.
Let us pass the time by performing physical experiments...
--- Arthur Eddington (creator of the Eddington Number).
Let us pass the time by performing physical experiments...
--- Arthur Eddington (creator of the Eddington Number).
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit
Have we got time for another cuppa?
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that),
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that),
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Merry_Wanderer
- Posts: 1002
- Joined: 31 Aug 2012, 9:33am
- Location: North Leicestershire
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the