Three Word Story Game (again)
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Extremely exciting events entertained Elinor, easily eschewing edible Escherichia collywobbles. "Imodium!!!!" cried Rennie Gaviscon, Andrew's leg fell off his piano and the resulting cacophony woke hairy Mary, Di Oralite was seen running away, followed by a baying mob of left luggage from Ryanair's extensive emporium.
The overhead lockers strained to contain Boris's stash of bicycle clips and other reckless affairs bursting open they tumbled all over Ruprecht's eyepatch collection. Captain Hook was in flagrante delicto, crocodile clips fastened lasciviously upon the Wendy house, which having been built for Herby Hedgehog and his flatmate Erin aceinae who loved rolling up their futon with a wool winder powered by a breaking wind turbine housed in a M25 stagnant Artic which Eddie Stobart had repainted in EU camouflage, which consisted of a naughty Belgian chocolate Easter bunny, doing something reprehensible with his chocolate.
" 'Ears to you!" said Noddy while his wretched ding-dong flapped in the road. Mr Plod was directing Mr Wobblyman
The overhead lockers strained to contain Boris's stash of bicycle clips and other reckless affairs bursting open they tumbled all over Ruprecht's eyepatch collection. Captain Hook was in flagrante delicto, crocodile clips fastened lasciviously upon the Wendy house, which having been built for Herby Hedgehog and his flatmate Erin aceinae who loved rolling up their futon with a wool winder powered by a breaking wind turbine housed in a M25 stagnant Artic which Eddie Stobart had repainted in EU camouflage, which consisted of a naughty Belgian chocolate Easter bunny, doing something reprehensible with his chocolate.
" 'Ears to you!" said Noddy while his wretched ding-dong flapped in the road. Mr Plod was directing Mr Wobblyman
Percussive maintainance, if it don't fit, hit it with the hammer.
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Extremely exciting events entertained Elinor, easily eschewing edible Escherichia collywobbles. "Imodium!!!!" cried Rennie Gaviscon, Andrew's leg fell off his piano and the resulting cacophony woke hairy Mary, Di Oralite was seen running away, followed by a baying mob of left luggage from Ryanair's extensive emporium.
The overhead lockers strained to contain Boris's stash of bicycle clips and other reckless affairs bursting open they tumbled all over Ruprecht's eyepatch collection. Captain Hook was in flagrante delicto, crocodile clips fastened lasciviously upon the Wendy house, which having been built for Herby Hedgehog and his flatmate Erin aceinae who loved rolling up their futon with a wool winder powered by a breaking wind turbine housed in a M25 stagnant Artic which Eddie Stobart had repainted in EU camouflage, which consisted of a naughty Belgian chocolate Easter bunny, doing something reprehensible with his chocolate.
" 'Ears to you!" said Noddy while his wretched ding-dong flapped in the road. Mr Plod was directing Mr Wobblyman: "Please blow into
The overhead lockers strained to contain Boris's stash of bicycle clips and other reckless affairs bursting open they tumbled all over Ruprecht's eyepatch collection. Captain Hook was in flagrante delicto, crocodile clips fastened lasciviously upon the Wendy house, which having been built for Herby Hedgehog and his flatmate Erin aceinae who loved rolling up their futon with a wool winder powered by a breaking wind turbine housed in a M25 stagnant Artic which Eddie Stobart had repainted in EU camouflage, which consisted of a naughty Belgian chocolate Easter bunny, doing something reprehensible with his chocolate.
" 'Ears to you!" said Noddy while his wretched ding-dong flapped in the road. Mr Plod was directing Mr Wobblyman: "Please blow into
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)
Extremely exciting events entertained Elinor, easily eschewing edible Escherichia collywobbles. "Imodium!!!!" cried Rennie Gaviscon, Andrew's leg fell off his piano and the resulting cacophony woke hairy Mary, Di Oralite was seen running away, followed by a baying mob of left luggage from Ryanair's extensive emporium.
The overhead lockers strained to contain Boris's stash of bicycle clips and other reckless affairs bursting open they tumbled all over Ruprecht's eyepatch collection. Captain Hook was in flagrante delicto, crocodile clips fastened lasciviously upon the Wendy house, which having been built for Herby Hedgehog and his flatmate Erin aceinae who loved rolling up their futon with a wool winder powered by a breaking wind turbine housed in a M25 stagnant Artic which Eddie Stobart had repainted in EU camouflage, which consisted of a naughty Belgian chocolate Easter bunny, doing something reprehensible with his chocolate.
" 'Ears to you!" said Noddy while his wretched ding-dong flapped in the road. Mr Plod was directing Mr Wobblyman: "Please blow into this bag." "Who
The overhead lockers strained to contain Boris's stash of bicycle clips and other reckless affairs bursting open they tumbled all over Ruprecht's eyepatch collection. Captain Hook was in flagrante delicto, crocodile clips fastened lasciviously upon the Wendy house, which having been built for Herby Hedgehog and his flatmate Erin aceinae who loved rolling up their futon with a wool winder powered by a breaking wind turbine housed in a M25 stagnant Artic which Eddie Stobart had repainted in EU camouflage, which consisted of a naughty Belgian chocolate Easter bunny, doing something reprehensible with his chocolate.
" 'Ears to you!" said Noddy while his wretched ding-dong flapped in the road. Mr Plod was directing Mr Wobblyman: "Please blow into this bag." "Who
Have we got time for another cuppa?
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
The overhead lockers strained to contain Boris's stash of bicycle clips and other reckless affairs bursting open they tumbled all over Ruprecht's eyepatch collection. Captain Hook was in flagrante delicto, crocodile clips fastened lasciviously upon the Wendy house, which having been built for Herby Hedgehog and his flatmate Erin aceinae who loved rolling up their futon with a wool winder powered by a breaking wind turbine housed in a M25 stagnant Artic which Eddie Stobart had repainted in EU camouflage, which consisted of a naughty Belgian chocolate Easter bunny, doing something reprehensible with his chocolate.
" 'Ears to you!" said Noddy while his wretched ding-dong flapped in the road. Mr Plod was directing Mr Wobblyman: "Please blow into this bag." "Who am I, darling ?"
" 'Ears to you!" said Noddy while his wretched ding-dong flapped in the road. Mr Plod was directing Mr Wobblyman: "Please blow into this bag." "Who am I, darling ?"
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
The overhead lockers strained to contain Boris's stash of bicycle clips and other reckless affairs bursting open they tumbled all over Ruprecht's eyepatch collection. Captain Hook was in flagrante delicto, crocodile clips fastened lasciviously upon the Wendy house, which having been built for Herby Hedgehog and his flatmate Erin aceinae who loved rolling up their futon with a wool winder powered by a breaking wind turbine housed in a M25 stagnant Artic which Eddie Stobart had repainted in EU camouflage, which consisted of a naughty Belgian chocolate Easter bunny, doing something reprehensible with his chocolate.
" 'Ears to you!" said Noddy while his wretched ding-dong flapped in the road. Mr Plod was directing Mr Wobblyman: "Please blow into this bag." "Who am I, darling ?"
"I'm your happy
" 'Ears to you!" said Noddy while his wretched ding-dong flapped in the road. Mr Plod was directing Mr Wobblyman: "Please blow into this bag." "Who am I, darling ?"
"I'm your happy
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
The overhead lockers strained to contain Boris's stash of bicycle clips and other reckless affairs bursting open they tumbled all over Ruprecht's eyepatch collection. Captain Hook was in flagrante delicto, crocodile clips fastened lasciviously upon the Wendy house, which having been built for Herby Hedgehog and his flatmate Erin aceinae who loved rolling up their futon with a wool winder powered by a breaking wind turbine housed in a M25 stagnant Artic which Eddie Stobart had repainted in EU camouflage, which consisted of a naughty Belgian chocolate Easter bunny, doing something reprehensible with his chocolate.
" 'Ears to you!" said Noddy while his wretched ding-dong flapped in the road. Mr Plod was directing Mr Wobblyman: "Please blow into this bag." "Who am I, darling ?"
"I'm your happy snappy purple chappy
" 'Ears to you!" said Noddy while his wretched ding-dong flapped in the road. Mr Plod was directing Mr Wobblyman: "Please blow into this bag." "Who am I, darling ?"
"I'm your happy snappy purple chappy
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Please forgive the poor Grammar I blame it on my mobile and phat thinkers.
You'll Still Find Me At The Top Of A Hill
Please forgive the poor Grammar I blame it on my mobile and phat thinkers.
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
The overhead lockers strained to contain Boris's stash of bicycle clips and other reckless affairs bursting open they tumbled all over Ruprecht's eyepatch collection. Captain Hook was in flagrante delicto, crocodile clips fastened lasciviously upon the Wendy house, which having been built for Herby Hedgehog and his flatmate Erin aceinae who loved rolling up their futon with a wool winder powered by a breaking wind turbine housed in a M25 stagnant Artic which Eddie Stobart had repainted in EU camouflage, which consisted of a naughty Belgian chocolate Easter bunny, doing something reprehensible with his chocolate.
" 'Ears to you!" said Noddy while his wretched ding-dong flapped in the road. Mr Plod was directing Mr Wobblyman: "Please blow into this bag." "Who am I, darling ?"
"I'm your happy snappy purple chappy. The Great Purple"
" 'Ears to you!" said Noddy while his wretched ding-dong flapped in the road. Mr Plod was directing Mr Wobblyman: "Please blow into this bag." "Who am I, darling ?"
"I'm your happy snappy purple chappy. The Great Purple"
Percussive maintainance, if it don't fit, hit it with the hammer.
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
The overhead lockers strained to contain Boris's stash of bicycle clips and other reckless affairs bursting open they tumbled all over Ruprecht's eyepatch collection. Captain Hook was in flagrante delicto, crocodile clips fastened lasciviously upon the Wendy house, which having been built for Herby Hedgehog and his flatmate Erin aceinae who loved rolling up their futon with a wool winder powered by a breaking wind turbine housed in a M25 stagnant Artic which Eddie Stobart had repainted in EU camouflage, which consisted of a naughty Belgian chocolate Easter bunny, doing something reprehensible with his chocolate.
" 'Ears to you!" said Noddy while his wretched ding-dong flapped in the road. Mr Plod was directing Mr Wobblyman: "Please blow into this bag." "Who am I, darling?"
"I'm your happy snappy purple chappy. The Great Purple Prose," wrote Horace
" 'Ears to you!" said Noddy while his wretched ding-dong flapped in the road. Mr Plod was directing Mr Wobblyman: "Please blow into this bag." "Who am I, darling?"
"I'm your happy snappy purple chappy. The Great Purple Prose," wrote Horace
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).
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
The overhead lockers strained to contain Boris's stash of bicycle clips and other reckless affairs bursting open they tumbled all over Ruprecht's eyepatch collection. Captain Hook was in flagrante delicto, crocodile clips fastened lasciviously upon the Wendy house, which having been built for Herby Hedgehog and his flatmate Erin aceinae who loved rolling up their futon with a wool winder powered by a breaking wind turbine housed in a M25 stagnant Artic which Eddie Stobart had repainted in EU camouflage, which consisted of a naughty Belgian chocolate Easter bunny, doing something reprehensible with his chocolate.
" 'Ears to you!" said Noddy while his wretched ding-dong flapped in the road. Mr Plod was directing Mr Wobblyman: "Please blow into this bag." "Who am I, darling?"
"I'm your happy snappy purple chappy. The Great Purple Prose," wrote Horace who's father was
" 'Ears to you!" said Noddy while his wretched ding-dong flapped in the road. Mr Plod was directing Mr Wobblyman: "Please blow into this bag." "Who am I, darling?"
"I'm your happy snappy purple chappy. The Great Purple Prose," wrote Horace who's father was
Percussive maintainance, if it don't fit, hit it with the hammer.
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
The overhead lockers strained to contain Boris's stash of bicycle clips and other reckless affairs bursting open they tumbled all over Ruprecht's eyepatch collection. Captain Hook was in flagrante delicto, crocodile clips fastened lasciviously upon the Wendy house, which having been built for Herby Hedgehog and his flatmate Erin aceinae who loved rolling up their futon with a wool winder powered by a breaking wind turbine housed in a M25 stagnant Artic which Eddie Stobart had repainted in EU camouflage, which consisted of a naughty Belgian chocolate Easter bunny, doing something reprehensible with his chocolate.
" 'Ears to you!" said Noddy while his wretched ding-dong flapped in the road. Mr Plod was directing Mr Wobblyman: "Please blow into this bag." "Who am I, darling?"
"I'm your happy snappy purple chappy. The Great Purple Prose," wrote Horace whose father was unused to alcohol.
" 'Ears to you!" said Noddy while his wretched ding-dong flapped in the road. Mr Plod was directing Mr Wobblyman: "Please blow into this bag." "Who am I, darling?"
"I'm your happy snappy purple chappy. The Great Purple Prose," wrote Horace whose father was unused to alcohol.
Have we got time for another cuppa?
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
The overhead lockers strained to contain Boris's stash of bicycle clips and other reckless affairs bursting open they tumbled all over Ruprecht's eyepatch collection. Captain Hook was in flagrante delicto, crocodile clips fastened lasciviously upon the Wendy house, which having been built for Herby Hedgehog and his flatmate Erin aceinae who loved rolling up their futon with a wool winder powered by a breaking wind turbine housed in a M25 stagnant Artic which Eddie Stobart had repainted in EU camouflage, which consisted of a naughty Belgian chocolate Easter bunny, doing something reprehensible with his chocolate.
" 'Ears to you!" said Noddy while his wretched ding-dong flapped in the road. Mr Plod was directing Mr Wobblyman: "Please blow into this bag." "Who am I, darling?"
"I'm your happy snappy purple chappy. The Great Purple Prose," wrote Horace whose father was unused to alcohol. "Carpe diem!" urged
" 'Ears to you!" said Noddy while his wretched ding-dong flapped in the road. Mr Plod was directing Mr Wobblyman: "Please blow into this bag." "Who am I, darling?"
"I'm your happy snappy purple chappy. The Great Purple Prose," wrote Horace whose father was unused to alcohol. "Carpe diem!" urged
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).
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
The overhead lockers strained to contain Boris's stash of bicycle clips and other reckless affairs bursting open they tumbled all over Ruprecht's eyepatch collection. Captain Hook was in flagrante delicto, crocodile clips fastened lasciviously upon the Wendy house, which having been built for Herby Hedgehog and his flatmate Erin aceinae who loved rolling up their futon with a wool winder powered by a breaking wind turbine housed in a M25 stagnant Artic which Eddie Stobart had repainted in EU camouflage, which consisted of a naughty Belgian chocolate Easter bunny, doing something reprehensible with his chocolate.
" 'Ears to you!" said Noddy while his wretched ding-dong flapped in the road. Mr Plod was directing Mr Wobblyman: "Please blow into this bag." "Who am I, darling?"
"I'm your happy snappy purple chappy. The Great Purple Prose," wrote Horace whose father was unused to alcohol."Carpe diem!" urged Mr Milko leaving
" 'Ears to you!" said Noddy while his wretched ding-dong flapped in the road. Mr Plod was directing Mr Wobblyman: "Please blow into this bag." "Who am I, darling?"
"I'm your happy snappy purple chappy. The Great Purple Prose," wrote Horace whose father was unused to alcohol."Carpe diem!" urged Mr Milko leaving
Percussive maintainance, if it don't fit, hit it with the hammer.
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
The overhead lockers strained to contain Boris's stash of bicycle clips and other reckless affairs bursting open they tumbled all over Ruprecht's eyepatch collection. Captain Hook was in flagrante delicto, crocodile clips fastened lasciviously upon the Wendy house, which having been built for Herby Hedgehog and his flatmate Erin aceinae who loved rolling up their futon with a wool winder powered by a breaking wind turbine housed in a M25 stagnant Artic which Eddie Stobart had repainted in EU camouflage, which consisted of a naughty Belgian chocolate Easter bunny, doing something reprehensible with his chocolate.
" 'Ears to you!" said Noddy while his wretched ding-dong flapped in the road. Mr Plod was directing Mr Wobblyman: "Please blow into this bag." "Who am I, darling?"
"I'm your happy snappy purple chappy. The Great Purple Prose," wrote Horace whose father was unused to alcohol."Carpe diem!" urged Mr Milko leaving by the back
" 'Ears to you!" said Noddy while his wretched ding-dong flapped in the road. Mr Plod was directing Mr Wobblyman: "Please blow into this bag." "Who am I, darling?"
"I'm your happy snappy purple chappy. The Great Purple Prose," wrote Horace whose father was unused to alcohol."Carpe diem!" urged Mr Milko leaving by the back
Have we got time for another cuppa?
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
The overhead lockers strained to contain Boris's stash of bicycle clips and other reckless affairs bursting open they tumbled all over Ruprecht's eyepatch collection. Captain Hook was in flagrante delicto, crocodile clips fastened lasciviously upon the Wendy house, which having been built for Herby Hedgehog and his flatmate Erin aceinae who loved rolling up their futon with a wool winder powered by a breaking wind turbine housed in a M25 stagnant Artic which Eddie Stobart had repainted in EU camouflage, which consisted of a naughty Belgian chocolate Easter bunny, doing something reprehensible with his chocolate.
" 'Ears to you!" said Noddy while his wretched ding-dong flapped in the road. Mr Plod was directing Mr Wobblyman: "Please blow into this bag." "Who am I, darling?"
"I'm your happy snappy purple chappy. The Great Purple Prose," wrote Horace whose father was unused to alcohol."Carpe diem!" urged Mr Milko leaving by the back streets, avoiding Luton
" 'Ears to you!" said Noddy while his wretched ding-dong flapped in the road. Mr Plod was directing Mr Wobblyman: "Please blow into this bag." "Who am I, darling?"
"I'm your happy snappy purple chappy. The Great Purple Prose," wrote Horace whose father was unused to alcohol."Carpe diem!" urged Mr Milko leaving by the back streets, avoiding Luton
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).
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
The overhead lockers strained to contain Boris's stash of bicycle clips and other reckless affairs bursting open they tumbled all over Ruprecht's eyepatch collection. Captain Hook was in flagrante delicto, crocodile clips fastened lasciviously upon the Wendy house, which having been built for Herby Hedgehog and his flatmate Erin aceinae who loved rolling up their futon with a wool winder powered by a breaking wind turbine housed in a M25 stagnant Artic which Eddie Stobart had repainted in EU camouflage, which consisted of a naughty Belgian chocolate Easter bunny, doing something reprehensible with his chocolate.
" 'Ears to you!" said Noddy while his wretched ding-dong flapped in the road. Mr Plod was directing Mr Wobblyman: "Please blow into this bag." "Who am I, darling?"
"I'm your happy snappy purple chappy. The Great Purple Prose," wrote Horace whose father was unused to alcohol."Carpe diem!" urged Mr Milko leaving by the back streets, avoiding Luton, mines a Renault
" 'Ears to you!" said Noddy while his wretched ding-dong flapped in the road. Mr Plod was directing Mr Wobblyman: "Please blow into this bag." "Who am I, darling?"
"I'm your happy snappy purple chappy. The Great Purple Prose," wrote Horace whose father was unused to alcohol."Carpe diem!" urged Mr Milko leaving by the back streets, avoiding Luton, mines a Renault
NA Thinks Just End 2 End Return + Bivvy - Some day Soon I hope
You'll Still Find Me At The Top Of A Hill
Please forgive the poor Grammar I blame it on my mobile and phat thinkers.
You'll Still Find Me At The Top Of A Hill
Please forgive the poor Grammar I blame it on my mobile and phat thinkers.