Three Word Story Game (again)

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby ferrit worrier » 28 Mar 2019, 6:24pm

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 voiturette merde alors
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby 661-Pete » 29 Mar 2019, 9:03am

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 voiturette merde alors "aux armes, citoyens!"
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).

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Audax67 » 29 Mar 2019, 3:22pm

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 voiturette merde alors "aux armes, citoyens!" "Sauve qui pue!"
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby 661-Pete » 29 Mar 2019, 3:44pm

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 voiturette merde alors "aux armes, citoyens!" "Sauve qui pue!".

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby ferrit worrier » 29 Mar 2019, 5:35pm

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 voiturette merde alors "aux armes, citoyens!" "Sauve qui pue!".

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby 661-Pete » 29 Mar 2019, 8:07pm

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 voiturette merde alors "aux armes, citoyens!" "Sauve qui pue!".

Saving my smelly socks to launch the "Soxit" campaign,
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).

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby ferrit worrier » 9 Apr 2019, 5:59pm

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 voiturette merde alors "aux armes, citoyens!" "Sauve qui pue!".

Saving my smelly socks to launch the "Soxit" campaign, the washing basket
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby 661-Pete » 19 Apr 2019, 5:13pm

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 voiturette merde alors "aux armes, citoyens!" "Sauve qui pue!".

Saving my smelly socks to launch the "Soxit" campaign, the washing basket burst asunder, disgorging
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).

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Audax67 » 19 Apr 2019, 5:17pm

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 voiturette merde alors "aux armes, citoyens!" "Sauve qui pue!".

Saving my smelly socks to launch the "Soxit" campaign, the washing basket burst asunder, disgorging Maggie's best bloomers
Have we got time for another cuppa?

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby ferrit worrier » 20 Apr 2019, 9:19am

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 voiturette merde alors "aux armes, citoyens!" "Sauve qui pue!".

Saving my smelly socks to launch the "Soxit" campaign, the washing basket burst asunder, disgorging Maggie's best bloomers and a box
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby 661-Pete » 20 Apr 2019, 10:25am

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 voiturette merde alors "aux armes, citoyens!" "Sauve qui pue!".

Saving my smelly socks to launch the "Soxit" campaign, the washing basket burst asunder, disgorging Maggie's best bloomers and a box jellyfish, which stung
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).

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Audax67 » 26 Apr 2019, 10:28am

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 voiturette merde alors "aux armes, citoyens!" "Sauve qui pue!".

Saving my smelly socks to launch the "Soxit" campaign, the washing basket burst asunder, disgorging Maggie's best bloomers and a box jellyfish, which stung like a butterfly
Have we got time for another cuppa?

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby ferrit worrier » 28 Apr 2019, 8:44am

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 voiturette merde alors "aux armes, citoyens!" "Sauve qui pue!".

Saving my smelly socks to launch the "Soxit" campaign, the washing basket burst asunder, disgorging Maggie's best bloomers and a box jellyfish, which stung like a butterfly. Stuck in the
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Audax67 » 28 Apr 2019, 11:12am

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 voiturette merde alors "aux armes, citoyens!" "Sauve qui pue!".

Saving my smelly socks to launch the "Soxit" campaign, the washing basket burst asunder, disgorging Maggie's best bloomers and a box jellyfish, which stung like a butterfly. Stuck in the mid-life crisis
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby 661-Pete » 28 Apr 2019, 11:58am

" '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 voiturette merde alors "aux armes, citoyens!" "Sauve qui pue!".

Saving my smelly socks to launch the "Soxit" campaign, the washing basket burst asunder, disgorging Maggie's best bloomers and a box jellyfish, which stung like a butterfly. Stuck in the mid-life crisis talks, Theresa declared
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).