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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby 661-Pete » 13 Feb 2015, 11:29pm

Daily Mail editor Nigel Molesworth took to umbrella the poisoned dart laced with precipitate was there ready. "Hack that, you Martian alien being!" "Being wot?" asked Paddington in Peruvian, juggling Seville oranges and cyanide syringes. It seemed that his marmalade tasted of bitter marzipan, marmite, mustard, mussels, margarine, maltezers, mango, and dog piddle. Maybe Monday might make mincemeat of making more marvellous marzipan and melon macaroons, mixed methodically in marinaded monkfish might move more muck than money. Maybe more men move more muck mainly mustering muscle to mow meadows momentarily making many manly machinations magnificently misogamous. Mauritanian master-bakers manipulating moving machinery may make mistakes, merrily mangling members making marmite mayonaise - 'M's favourite dressing & 'M&M' s' double-dollop defecation drops. Dee day then dancing dippy Doris with spots on. Gerald Giraffe Goofed. Geraldine gorilla gallivanted (shoving Aleister aside).

'Twas brillig. Monsieur Le Wiscarol jabbered whilst stroking his pint of Crowley's Slug Bait and picked bulls balls, devilled in Datura Nightshade (a yuppie aperitif). Rigor mortis stiffened, but declined to stand up. "Frankly, my dear, recumbent suits me," said the Butler rhetorically, winded with tomorrow, another day dawned. Slithy toves hit warp speed "och, cap'n she likes it, really - even Bonnie falling
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby ferrit worrier » 15 Feb 2015, 8:46am

Daily Mail editor Nigel Molesworth took to umbrella the poisoned dart laced with precipitate was there ready. "Hack that, you Martian alien being!" "Being wot?" asked Paddington in Peruvian, juggling Seville oranges and cyanide syringes. It seemed that his marmalade tasted of bitter marzipan, marmite, mustard, mussels, margarine, maltezers, mango, and dog piddle. Maybe Monday might make mincemeat of making more marvellous marzipan and melon macaroons, mixed methodically in marinaded monkfish might move more muck than money. Maybe more men move more muck mainly mustering muscle to mow meadows momentarily making many manly machinations magnificently misogamous. Mauritanian master-bakers manipulating moving machinery may make mistakes, merrily mangling members making marmite mayonaise - 'M's favourite dressing & 'M&M' s' double-dollop defecation drops. Dee day then dancing dippy Doris with spots on. Gerald Giraffe Goofed. Geraldine gorilla gallivanted (shoving Aleister aside).

'Twas brillig. Monsieur Le Wiscarol jabbered whilst stroking his pint of Crowley's Slug Bait and picked bulls balls, devilled in Datura Nightshade (a yuppie aperitif). Rigor mortis stiffened, but declined to stand up. "Frankly, my dear, recumbent suits me," said the Butler rhetorically, winded with tomorrow, another day dawned. Slithy toves hit warp speed "och, cap'n she likes it, really - even Bonnie falling skies wouldn't stop
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Audax67 » 15 Feb 2015, 3:26pm

Daily Mail editor Nigel Molesworth took to umbrella the poisoned dart laced with precipitate was there ready. "Hack that, you Martian alien being!" "Being wot?" asked Paddington in Peruvian, juggling Seville oranges and cyanide syringes. It seemed that his marmalade tasted of bitter marzipan, marmite, mustard, mussels, margarine, maltezers, mango, and dog piddle. Maybe Monday might make mincemeat of making more marvellous marzipan and melon macaroons, mixed methodically in marinaded monkfish might move more muck than money. Maybe more men move more muck mainly mustering muscle to mow meadows momentarily making many manly machinations magnificently misogamous. Mauritanian master-bakers manipulating moving machinery may make mistakes, merrily mangling members making marmite mayonaise - 'M's favourite dressing & 'M&M' s' double-dollop defecation drops. Dee day then dancing dippy Doris with spots on. Gerald Giraffe Goofed. Geraldine gorilla gallivanted (shoving Aleister aside).

'Twas brillig. Monsieur Le Wiscarol jabbered whilst stroking his pint of Crowley's Slug Bait and picked bulls balls, devilled in Datura Nightshade (a yuppie aperitif). Rigor mortis stiffened, but declined to stand up. "Frankly, my dear, recumbent suits me," said the Butler rhetorically, winded with tomorrow, another day dawned. Slithy toves hit warp speed "och, cap'n she likes it, really - even Bonnie falling skies wouldn't stop the Auld Girrul
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Vinko » 15 Feb 2015, 9:20pm

Daily Mail editor Nigel Molesworth took to umbrella the poisoned dart laced with precipitate was there ready. "Hack that, you Martian alien being!" "Being wot?" asked Paddington in Peruvian, juggling Seville oranges and cyanide syringes. It seemed that his marmalade tasted of bitter marzipan, marmite, mustard, mussels, margarine, maltezers, mango, and dog piddle. Maybe Monday might make mincemeat of making more marvellous marzipan and melon macaroons, mixed methodically in marinaded monkfish might move more muck than money. Maybe more men move more muck mainly mustering muscle to mow meadows momentarily making many manly machinations magnificently misogamous. Mauritanian master-bakers manipulating moving machinery may make mistakes, merrily mangling members making marmite mayonaise - 'M's favourite dressing & 'M&M' s' double-dollop defecation drops. Dee day then dancing dippy Doris with spots on. Gerald Giraffe Goofed. Geraldine gorilla gallivanted (shoving Aleister aside).

'Twas brillig. Monsieur Le Wiscarol jabbered whilst stroking his pint of Crowley's Slug Bait and picked bulls balls, devilled in Datura Nightshade (a yuppie aperitif). Rigor mortis stiffened, but declined to stand up. "Frankly, my dear, recumbent suits me," said the Butler rhetorically, winded with tomorrow, another day dawned. Slithy toves hit warp speed "och, cap'n she likes it, really - even Bonnie falling skies wouldn't stop the Auld Girrul now in bucket

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby 661-Pete » 15 Feb 2015, 10:46pm

Daily Mail editor Nigel Molesworth took to umbrella the poisoned dart laced with precipitate was there ready. "Hack that, you Martian alien being!" "Being wot?" asked Paddington in Peruvian, juggling Seville oranges and cyanide syringes. It seemed that his marmalade tasted of bitter marzipan, marmite, mustard, mussels, margarine, maltezers, mango, and dog piddle. Maybe Monday might make mincemeat of making more marvellous marzipan and melon macaroons, mixed methodically in marinaded monkfish might move more muck than money. Maybe more men move more muck mainly mustering muscle to mow meadows momentarily making many manly machinations magnificently misogamous. Mauritanian master-bakers manipulating moving machinery may make mistakes, merrily mangling members making marmite mayonaise - 'M's favourite dressing & 'M&M' s' double-dollop defecation drops. Dee day then dancing dippy Doris with spots on. Gerald Giraffe Goofed. Geraldine gorilla gallivanted (shoving Aleister aside).

'Twas brillig. Monsieur Le Wiscarol jabbered whilst stroking his pint of Crowley's Slug Bait and picked bulls balls, devilled in Datura Nightshade (a yuppie aperitif). Rigor mortis stiffened, but declined to stand up. "Frankly, my dear, recumbent suits me," said the Butler rhetorically, winded with tomorrow, another day dawned. Slithy toves hit warp speed "och, cap'n she likes it, really - even Bonnie falling skies wouldn't stop the Auld Girrul now in Bucket, Hyacinth (pronounced 'bouquet')
Suppose that this room is a lift. The support breaks and down we go with ever-increasing velocity.
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Audax67 » 16 Feb 2015, 8:40am

Daily Mail editor Nigel Molesworth took to umbrella the poisoned dart laced with precipitate was there ready. "Hack that, you Martian alien being!" "Being wot?" asked Paddington in Peruvian, juggling Seville oranges and cyanide syringes. It seemed that his marmalade tasted of bitter marzipan, marmite, mustard, mussels, margarine, maltezers, mango, and dog piddle. Maybe Monday might make mincemeat of making more marvellous marzipan and melon macaroons, mixed methodically in marinaded monkfish might move more muck than money. Maybe more men move more muck mainly mustering muscle to mow meadows momentarily making many manly machinations magnificently misogamous. Mauritanian master-bakers manipulating moving machinery may make mistakes, merrily mangling members making marmite mayonaise - 'M's favourite dressing & 'M&M' s' double-dollop defecation drops. Dee day then dancing dippy Doris with spots on. Gerald Giraffe Goofed. Geraldine gorilla gallivanted (shoving Aleister aside).

'Twas brillig. Monsieur Le Wiscarol jabbered whilst stroking his pint of Crowley's Slug Bait and picked bulls balls, devilled in Datura Nightshade (a yuppie aperitif). Rigor mortis stiffened, but declined to stand up. "Frankly, my dear, recumbent suits me," said the Butler rhetorically, winded with tomorrow, another day dawned. Slithy toves hit warp speed "och, cap'n she likes it, really - even Bonnie falling skies wouldn't stop the Auld Girrul now in Bucket, Hyacinth (pronounced 'bouquet'); anyway, she'll burst."
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Bonefishblues » 16 Feb 2015, 9:49am

Daily Mail editor Nigel Molesworth took to umbrella the poisoned dart laced with precipitate was there ready. "Hack that, you Martian alien being!" "Being wot?" asked Paddington in Peruvian, juggling Seville oranges and cyanide syringes. It seemed that his marmalade tasted of bitter marzipan, marmite, mustard, mussels, margarine, maltezers, mango, and dog piddle. Maybe Monday might make mincemeat of making more marvellous marzipan and melon macaroons, mixed methodically in marinaded monkfish might move more muck than money. Maybe more men move more muck mainly mustering muscle to mow meadows momentarily making many manly machinations magnificently misogamous. Mauritanian master-bakers manipulating moving machinery may make mistakes, merrily mangling members making marmite mayonaise - 'M's favourite dressing & 'M&M' s' double-dollop defecation drops. Dee day then dancing dippy Doris with spots on. Gerald Giraffe Goofed. Geraldine gorilla gallivanted (shoving Aleister aside).

'Twas brillig. Monsieur Le Wiscarol jabbered whilst stroking his pint of Crowley's Slug Bait and picked bulls balls, devilled in Datura Nightshade (a yuppie aperitif). Rigor mortis stiffened, but declined to stand up. "Frankly, my dear, recumbent suits me," said the Butler rhetorically, winded with tomorrow, another day dawned. Slithy toves hit warp speed "och, cap'n she likes it, really - even Bonnie falling skies wouldn't stop the Auld Girrul now in Bucket, Hyacinth (pronounced 'bouquet'); anyway, she'll burst."

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby NATURAL ANKLING » 16 Feb 2015, 10:50am

Daily Mail editor Nigel Molesworth took to umbrella the poisoned dart laced with precipitate was there ready. "Hack that, you Martian alien being!" "Being wot?" asked Paddington in Peruvian, juggling Seville oranges and cyanide syringes. It seemed that his marmalade tasted of bitter marzipan, marmite, mustard, mussels, margarine, maltezers, mango, and dog piddle. Maybe Monday might make mincemeat of making more marvellous marzipan and melon macaroons, mixed methodically in marinaded monkfish might move more muck than money. Maybe more men move more muck mainly mustering muscle to mow meadows momentarily making many manly machinations magnificently misogamous. Mauritanian master-bakers manipulating moving machinery may make mistakes, merrily mangling members making marmite mayonaise - 'M's favourite dressing & 'M&M' s' double-dollop defecation drops. Dee day then dancing dippy Doris with spots on. Gerald Giraffe Goofed. Geraldine gorilla gallivanted (shoving Aleister aside).

'Twas brillig. Monsieur Le Wiscarol jabbered whilst stroking his pint of Crowley's Slug Bait and picked bulls balls, devilled in Datura Nightshade (a yuppie aperitif). Rigor mortis stiffened, but declined to stand up. "Frankly, my dear, recumbent suits me," said the Butler rhetorically, winded with tomorrow, another day dawned. Slithy toves hit warp speed "och, cap'n she likes it, really - even Bonnie falling skies wouldn't stop the Auld Girrul now in Bucket, Hyacinth (pronounced 'bouquet'); anyway, she'll burst."

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Geoff.D » 16 Feb 2015, 10:59am

Daily Mail editor Nigel Molesworth took to umbrella the poisoned dart laced with precipitate was there ready. "Hack that, you Martian alien being!" "Being wot?" asked Paddington in Peruvian, juggling Seville oranges and cyanide syringes. It seemed that his marmalade tasted of bitter marzipan, marmite, mustard, mussels, margarine, maltezers, mango, and dog piddle. Maybe Monday might make mincemeat of making more marvellous marzipan and melon macaroons, mixed methodically in marinaded monkfish might move more muck than money. Maybe more men move more muck mainly mustering muscle to mow meadows momentarily making many manly machinations magnificently misogamous. Mauritanian master-bakers manipulating moving machinery may make mistakes, merrily mangling members making marmite mayonaise - 'M's favourite dressing & 'M&M' s' double-dollop defecation drops. Dee day then dancing dippy Doris with spots on. Gerald Giraffe Goofed. Geraldine gorilla gallivanted (shoving Aleister aside).

'Twas brillig. Monsieur Le Wiscarol jabbered whilst stroking his pint of Crowley's Slug Bait and picked bulls balls, devilled in Datura Nightshade (a yuppie aperitif). Rigor mortis stiffened, but declined to stand up. "Frankly, my dear, recumbent suits me," said the Butler rhetorically, winded with tomorrow, another day dawned. Slithy toves hit warp speed "och, cap'n she likes it, really - even Bonnie falling skies wouldn't stop the Auld Girrul now in Bucket, Hyacinth (pronounced 'bouquet'); anyway, she'll burst."

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Mick F » 16 Feb 2015, 2:50pm

Daily Mail editor Nigel Molesworth took to umbrella the poisoned dart laced with precipitate was there ready. "Hack that, you Martian alien being!" "Being wot?" asked Paddington in Peruvian, juggling Seville oranges and cyanide syringes. It seemed that his marmalade tasted of bitter marzipan, marmite, mustard, mussels, margarine, maltezers, mango, and dog piddle. Maybe Monday might make mincemeat of making more marvellous marzipan and melon macaroons, mixed methodically in marinaded monkfish might move more muck than money. Maybe more men move more muck mainly mustering muscle to mow meadows momentarily making many manly machinations magnificently misogamous. Mauritanian master-bakers manipulating moving machinery may make mistakes, merrily mangling members making marmite mayonaise - 'M's favourite dressing & 'M&M' s' double-dollop defecation drops. Dee day then dancing dippy Doris with spots on. Gerald Giraffe Goofed. Geraldine gorilla gallivanted (shoving Aleister aside).

'Twas brillig. Monsieur Le Wiscarol jabbered whilst stroking his pint of Crowley's Slug Bait and picked bulls balls, devilled in Datura Nightshade (a yuppie aperitif). Rigor mortis stiffened, but declined to stand up. "Frankly, my dear, recumbent suits me," said the Butler rhetorically, winded with tomorrow, another day dawned. Slithy toves hit warp speed "och, cap'n she likes it, really - even Bonnie falling skies wouldn't stop the Auld Girrul now in Bucket, Hyacinth (pronounced 'bouquet'); anyway, she'll burst."

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby ferrit worrier » 16 Feb 2015, 7:11pm

Daily Mail editor Nigel Molesworth took to umbrella the poisoned dart laced with precipitate was there ready. "Hack that, you Martian alien being!" "Being wot?" asked Paddington in Peruvian, juggling Seville oranges and cyanide syringes. It seemed that his marmalade tasted of bitter marzipan, marmite, mustard, mussels, margarine, maltezers, mango, and dog piddle. Maybe Monday might make mincemeat of making more marvellous marzipan and melon macaroons, mixed methodically in marinaded monkfish might move more muck than money. Maybe more men move more muck mainly mustering muscle to mow meadows momentarily making many manly machinations magnificently misogamous. Mauritanian master-bakers manipulating moving machinery may make mistakes, merrily mangling members making marmite mayonaise - 'M's favourite dressing & 'M&M' s' double-dollop defecation drops. Dee day then dancing dippy Doris with spots on. Gerald Giraffe Goofed. Geraldine gorilla gallivanted (shoving Aleister aside).

'Twas brillig. Monsieur Le Wiscarol jabbered whilst stroking his pint of Crowley's Slug Bait and picked bulls balls, devilled in Datura Nightshade (a yuppie aperitif). Rigor mortis stiffened, but declined to stand up. "Frankly, my dear, recumbent suits me," said the Butler rhetorically, winded with tomorrow, another day dawned. Slithy toves hit warp speed "och, cap'n she likes it, really - even Bonnie falling skies wouldn't stop the Auld Girrul now in Bucket, Hyacinth (pronounced 'bouquet'); anyway, she'll burst."

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Audax67 » 16 Feb 2015, 9:35pm

Daily Mail editor Nigel Molesworth took to umbrella the poisoned dart laced with precipitate was there ready. "Hack that, you Martian alien being!" "Being wot?" asked Paddington in Peruvian, juggling Seville oranges and cyanide syringes. It seemed that his marmalade tasted of bitter marzipan, marmite, mustard, mussels, margarine, maltezers, mango, and dog piddle. Maybe Monday might make mincemeat of making more marvellous marzipan and melon macaroons, mixed methodically in marinaded monkfish might move more muck than money. Maybe more men move more muck mainly mustering muscle to mow meadows momentarily making many manly machinations magnificently misogamous. Mauritanian master-bakers manipulating moving machinery may make mistakes, merrily mangling members making marmite mayonaise - 'M's favourite dressing & 'M&M' s' double-dollop defecation drops. Dee day then dancing dippy Doris with spots on. Gerald Giraffe Goofed. Geraldine gorilla gallivanted (shoving Aleister aside).

'Twas brillig. Monsieur Le Wiscarol jabbered whilst stroking his pint of Crowley's Slug Bait and picked bulls balls, devilled in Datura Nightshade (a yuppie aperitif). Rigor mortis stiffened, but declined to stand up. "Frankly, my dear, recumbent suits me," said the Butler rhetorically, winded with tomorrow, another day dawned. Slithy toves hit warp speed "och, cap'n she likes it, really - even Bonnie falling skies wouldn't stop the Auld Girrul now in Bucket, Hyacinth (pronounced 'bouquet'); anyway, she'll burst."

Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Vorpal » 19 Feb 2015, 7:44am

'Twas brillig. Monsieur Le Wiscarol jabbered whilst stroking his pint of Crowley's Slug Bait and picked bulls balls, devilled in Datura Nightshade (a yuppie aperitif). Rigor mortis stiffened, but declined to stand up. "Frankly, my dear, recumbent suits me," said the Butler rhetorically, winded with tomorrow, another day dawned. Slithy toves hit warp speed "och, cap'n she likes it, really - even Bonnie falling skies wouldn't stop the Auld Girrul now in Bucket, Hyacinth (pronounced 'bouquet'); anyway, she'll burst."

Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Audax67 » 19 Feb 2015, 8:14am

[quote="Vorpal"]'Twas brillig. Monsieur Le Wiscarol jabbered whilst stroking his pint of Crowley's Slug Bait and picked bulls balls, devilled in Datura Nightshade (a yuppie aperitif). Rigor mortis stiffened, but declined to stand up. "Frankly, my dear, recumbent suits me," said the Butler rhetorically, winded with tomorrow, another day dawned. Slithy toves hit warp speed "och, cap'n she likes it, really - even Bonnie falling skies wouldn't stop the Auld Girrul now in Bucket, Hyacinth (pronounced 'bouquet'); anyway, she'll burst."

Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Geoff.D » 19 Feb 2015, 9:29am

[quote="Vorpal"]'Twas brillig. Monsieur Le Wiscarol jabbered whilst stroking his pint of Crowley's Slug Bait and picked bulls balls, devilled in Datura Nightshade (a yuppie aperitif). Rigor mortis stiffened, but declined to stand up. "Frankly, my dear, recumbent suits me," said the Butler rhetorically, winded with tomorrow, another day dawned. Slithy toves hit warp speed "och, cap'n she likes it, really - even Bonnie falling skies wouldn't stop the Auld Girrul now in Bucket, Hyacinth (pronounced 'bouquet'); anyway, she'll burst."

Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas, Mr Tambourine Man