Three Word Story Game (again)

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Audax67 » 4 Mar 2015, 8:26am

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 cleared the auditorium.
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby 661-Pete » 4 Mar 2015, 9:14am

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 cleared the auditorium, Simon Rattle waving
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Merry_Wanderer » 5 Mar 2015, 11:14pm

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 cleared the auditorium, Simon Rattle waving not drowning and

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Audax67 » 6 Mar 2015, 9:21am

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 cleared the auditorium, Simon Rattle waving not drowning and Tweedledee getting stroppy
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby NATURAL ANKLING » 6 Mar 2015, 8:23pm

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 cleared the auditorium, Simon Rattle waving not drowning and Tweedledee getting stroppy under rope bridge
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby 661-Pete » 6 Mar 2015, 9:18pm

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 cleared the auditorium, Simon Rattle waving not drowning and Tweedledee getting stroppy under rope bridge where crocodiles lay
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Audax67 » 6 Mar 2015, 9:58pm

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 cleared the auditorium, Simon Rattle waving not drowning and Tweedledee getting stroppy under rope bridge where crocodiles lay and trolls forgathered.
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Vorpal » 7 Mar 2015, 12:29am

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 cleared the auditorium, Simon Rattle waving not drowning and Tweedledee getting stroppy under rope bridge where crocodiles lay and trolls forgathered. The billy goats
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Mick F » 7 Mar 2015, 2:47pm

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 cleared the auditorium, Simon Rattle waving not drowning and Tweedledee getting stroppy under rope bridge where crocodiles lay and trolls forgathered. The billy goats ate the washing
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Audax67 » 7 Mar 2015, 3:40pm

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 cleared the auditorium, Simon Rattle waving not drowning and Tweedledee getting stroppy under rope bridge where crocodiles lay and trolls forgathered. The billy goats ate the washing, pegs and all.
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Mick F » 7 Mar 2015, 9:28pm

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 cleared the auditorium, Simon Rattle waving not drowning and Tweedledee getting stroppy under rope bridge where crocodiles lay and trolls forgathered. The billy goats ate the washing, pegs and all.

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby 661-Pete » 7 Mar 2015, 10:36pm

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 cleared the auditorium, Simon Rattle waving not drowning and Tweedledee getting stroppy under rope bridge where crocodiles lay and trolls forgathered. The billy goats ate the washing, pegs and all.

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby ferrit worrier » 8 Mar 2015, 7:39am

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 cleared the auditorium, Simon Rattle waving not drowning and Tweedledee getting stroppy under rope bridge where crocodiles lay and trolls forgathered. The billy goats ate the washing, pegs and all.

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby 661-Pete » 8 Mar 2015, 8:03am

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 cleared the auditorium, Simon Rattle waving not drowning and Tweedledee getting stroppy under rope bridge where crocodiles lay and trolls forgathered. The billy goats ate the washing, pegs and all.

The pixies reappeared after 1,364 posts the laser cannon and Giant bike
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 » 8 Mar 2015, 8:14am

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 cleared the auditorium, Simon Rattle waving not drowning and Tweedledee getting stroppy under rope bridge where crocodiles lay and trolls forgathered. The billy goats ate the washing, pegs and all.

The pixies reappeared after 1,364 posts the laser cannon and Giant bike. "Punctuation must die!!!!"
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