Three Word Story Game (again)
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Paul Temple deduced Holmes had erred but Moriarty had forgotten his appliance, the one that Roger Bacon sliced on the eighteenth into the Führerbunker. Krebs's prize 'fish' thought lemons were exclusive to Volkswagen before discovering Smirnoff in the Lada radiator, better than diesel which fouls the kidneys.
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs.
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs.
Have we got time for another cuppa?
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Paul Temple deduced Holmes had erred but Moriarty had forgotten his appliance, the one that Roger Bacon sliced on the eighteenth into the Führerbunker. Krebs's prize 'fish' thought lemons were exclusive to Volkswagen before discovering Smirnoff in the Lada radiator, better than diesel which fouls the kidneys.
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from
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)
Paul Temple deduced Holmes had erred but Moriarty had forgotten his appliance, the one that Roger Bacon sliced on the eighteenth into the Führerbunker. Krebs's prize 'fish' thought lemons were exclusive to Volkswagen before discovering Smirnoff in the Lada radiator, better than diesel which fouls the kidneys.
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting
Have we got time for another cuppa?
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Paul Temple deduced Holmes had erred but Moriarty had forgotten his appliance, the one that Roger Bacon sliced on the eighteenth into the Führerbunker. Krebs's prize 'fish' thought lemons were exclusive to Volkswagen before discovering Smirnoff in the Lada radiator, better than diesel which fouls the kidneys.
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade
Percussive maintainance, if it don't fit, hit it with the hammer.
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Paul Temple deduced Holmes had erred but Moriarty had forgotten his appliance, the one that Roger Bacon sliced on the eighteenth into the Führerbunker. Krebs's prize 'fish' thought lemons were exclusive to Volkswagen before discovering Smirnoff in the Lada radiator, better than diesel which fouls the kidneys.
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation
Just remember, when you’re over the hill, you begin to pick up speed.
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Paul Temple deduced Holmes had erred but Moriarty had forgotten his appliance, the one that Roger Bacon sliced on the eighteenth into the Führerbunker. Krebs's prize 'fish' thought lemons were exclusive to Volkswagen before discovering Smirnoff in the Lada radiator, better than diesel which fouls the kidneys.
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Paul Temple deduced Holmes had erred but Moriarty had forgotten his appliance, the one that Roger Bacon sliced on the eighteenth into the Führerbunker. Krebs's prize 'fish' thought lemons were exclusive to Volkswagen before discovering Smirnoff in the Lada radiator, better than diesel which fouls the kidneys.
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively
Just remember, when you’re over the hill, you begin to pick up speed.
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Paul Temple deduced Holmes had erred but Moriarty had forgotten his appliance, the one that Roger Bacon sliced on the eighteenth into the Führerbunker. Krebs's prize 'fish' thought lemons were exclusive to Volkswagen before discovering Smirnoff in the Lada radiator, better than diesel which fouls the kidneys.
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
Have we got time for another cuppa?
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Paul Temple deduced Holmes had erred but Moriarty had forgotten his appliance, the one that Roger Bacon sliced on the eighteenth into the Führerbunker. Krebs's prize 'fish' thought lemons were exclusive to Volkswagen before discovering Smirnoff in the Lada radiator, better than diesel which fouls the kidneys.
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Paul Temple deduced Holmes had erred but Moriarty had forgotten his appliance, the one that Roger Bacon sliced on the eighteenth into the Führerbunker. Krebs's prize 'fish' thought lemons were exclusive to Volkswagen before discovering Smirnoff in the Lada radiator, better than diesel which fouls the kidneys.
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured
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)
Paul Temple deduced Holmes had erred but Moriarty had forgotten his appliance, the one that Roger Bacon sliced on the eighteenth into the Führerbunker. Krebs's prize 'fish' thought lemons were exclusive to Volkswagen before discovering Smirnoff in the Lada radiator, better than diesel which fouls the kidneys.
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers
Just remember, when you’re over the hill, you begin to pick up speed.
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Paul Temple deduced Holmes had erred but Moriarty had forgotten his appliance, the one that Roger Bacon sliced on the eighteenth into the Führerbunker. Krebs's prize 'fish' thought lemons were exclusive to Volkswagen before discovering Smirnoff in the Lada radiator, better than diesel which fouls the kidneys.
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Paul Temple deduced Holmes had erred but Moriarty had forgotten his appliance, the one that Roger Bacon sliced on the eighteenth into the Führerbunker. Krebs's prize 'fish' thought lemons were exclusive to Volkswagen before discovering Smirnoff in the Lada radiator, better than diesel which fouls the kidneys.
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls.
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls.
Have we got time for another cuppa?
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Paul Temple deduced Holmes had erred but Moriarty had forgotten his appliance, the one that Roger Bacon sliced on the eighteenth into the Führerbunker. Krebs's prize 'fish' thought lemons were exclusive to Volkswagen before discovering Smirnoff in the Lada radiator, better than diesel which fouls the kidneys.
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z'
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z'
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)
Paul Temple deduced Holmes had erred but Moriarty had forgotten his appliance, the one that Roger Bacon sliced on the eighteenth into the Führerbunker. Krebs's prize 'fish' thought lemons were exclusive to Volkswagen before discovering Smirnoff in the Lada radiator, better than diesel which fouls the kidneys.
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to
Just remember, when you’re over the hill, you begin to pick up speed.