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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby ferrit worrier » 26 Feb 2015, 6:33pm

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, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).

Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Geoff.D » 26 Feb 2015, 7:38pm

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, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).

Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby 661-Pete » 26 Feb 2015, 7:49pm

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, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).

Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Vinko » 26 Feb 2015, 7:53pm

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, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).

Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby NATURAL ANKLING » 27 Feb 2015, 5:43pm

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, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).

Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Vorpal » 27 Feb 2015, 5:48pm

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, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).

Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing had stepped out
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Audax67 » 27 Feb 2015, 5:55pm

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, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).

Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing had stepped out the cuckoo's cuckoo
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby 661-Pete » 27 Feb 2015, 6:00pm

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, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).

Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing had stepped out the cuckoo's cuckoo - another fine mess
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 » 28 Feb 2015, 9:34am

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, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).

Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing had stepped out the cuckoo's cuckoo - another fine mess on the carpet.
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Geoff.D » 28 Feb 2015, 9:41am

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, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).

Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing had stepped out the cuckoo's cuckoo - another fine mess on the carpet. Smell ?? You bet!!

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Merry_Wanderer » 28 Feb 2015, 6:05pm

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, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).

Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing had stepped out the cuckoo's cuckoo - another fine mess on the carpet. Smell ?? You bet!! Sang The Who

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Mick F » 2 Mar 2015, 2:46pm

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, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).

Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing had stepped out the cuckoo's cuckoo - another fine mess on the carpet. Smell ?? You bet!! Sang The Who quietly and gracefully
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Audax67 » 3 Mar 2015, 8:58am

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, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).

Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing had stepped out the cuckoo's cuckoo - another fine mess on the carpet. Smell ?? You bet!! Sang The Who quietly and gracefully, thus surprising everyone.
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby ferrit worrier » 3 Mar 2015, 4:09pm

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, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).

Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing had stepped out the cuckoo's cuckoo - another fine mess on the carpet. Smell ?? You bet!! Sang The Who quietly and gracefully, thus surprising everyone. The encore however
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Mick F » 3 Mar 2015, 5:20pm

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, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).

Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing had stepped out the cuckoo's cuckoo - another fine mess on the carpet. Smell ?? You bet!! Sang The Who quietly and gracefully, thus surprising everyone. The encore however was silent but
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