Three Word Story Game (again)

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby ferrit worrier » 24 Jan 2021, 9:03am

Hooray!" said the President of Lithuania, Putin was not modelling his favourite means of assassination, instead he sprouted
Brussel sprouts from the builders cleavage, rather a page from the torturers than loose nipples and poppet valves.

"Enough!" bellowed Toad
"Gherkins are for Cheese sandwiches and grit in your Sudocrem," he pontificated.
Toads child Tadpole, those three words with another Putin, first name Ras, adjusted his bufonidae, to croak melodiously
"Redit redit redit" avoiding library fines, loose cars and Motorway recovery vehicles, warts an all. The garden pond, lily pad garnished with Taraxacum officinale and Viper's Bugloss was mirror flat, Pike lurking deep, Heron circling above looking for lunch, the swim through the murky waters pleased mister Pike, but the troll, enigmatic and concrete, steadfastly patrolled his Grade-II listed pied a terre, then sniffed the toad stool standing outside number 10.
"Mmmm, Toadstool slurpsum!" With stinkstool aromatics fungus-cushioned dank, senseless balderdash.

God eat balderdash too, the Salmons sermon; exercising his doggerel he watched the God's Wife sauntering past the market; diaphanous, unseen to the hamster and dripping with ectoplasm and Edam on offer from a Hamster jam butty factory in
Percussive maintainance, if it don't fit, hit it with the hammer.

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby jimlews » 24 Jan 2021, 10:29am

Hooray!" said the President of Lithuania, Putin was not modelling his favourite means of assassination, instead he sprouted
Brussel sprouts from the builders cleavage, rather a page from the torturers than loose nipples and poppet valves.

"Enough!" bellowed Toad
"Gherkins are for Cheese sandwiches and grit in your Sudocrem," he pontificated.
Toads child Tadpole, those three words with another Putin, first name Ras, adjusted his bufonidae, to croak melodiously
"Redit redit redit" avoiding library fines, loose cars and Motorway recovery vehicles, warts an all. The garden pond, lily pad garnished with Taraxacum officinale and Viper's Bugloss was mirror flat, Pike lurking deep, Heron circling above looking for lunch, the swim through the murky waters pleased mister Pike, but the troll, enigmatic and concrete, steadfastly patrolled his Grade-II listed pied a terre, then sniffed the toad stool standing outside number 10.
"Mmmm, Toadstool slurpsum!" With stinkstool aromatics fungus-cushioned dank, senseless balderdash.

God eat balderdash too, the Salmons sermon; exercising his doggerel he watched the God's Wife sauntering past the market; diaphanous, unseen to the hamster and dripping with ectoplasm and Edam on offer from a Hamster jam butty factory in Rotherham.

Meanwhile, back

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby ferrit worrier » 24 Jan 2021, 8:46pm

Hooray!" said the President of Lithuania, Putin was not modelling his favourite means of assassination, instead he sprouted
Brussel sprouts from the builders cleavage, rather a page from the torturers than loose nipples and poppet valves.

"Enough!" bellowed Toad
"Gherkins are for Cheese sandwiches and grit in your Sudocrem," he pontificated.
Toads child Tadpole, those three words with another Putin, first name Ras, adjusted his bufonidae, to croak melodiously
"Redit redit redit" avoiding library fines, loose cars and Motorway recovery vehicles, warts an all. The garden pond, lily pad garnished with Taraxacum officinale and Viper's Bugloss was mirror flat, Pike lurking deep, Heron circling above looking for lunch, the swim through the murky waters pleased mister Pike, but the troll, enigmatic and concrete, steadfastly patrolled his Grade-II listed pied a terre, then sniffed the toad stool standing outside number 10.
"Mmmm, Toadstool slurpsum!" With stinkstool aromatics fungus-cushioned dank, senseless balderdash.

God eat balderdash too, the Salmons sermon; exercising his doggerel he watched the God's Wife sauntering past the market; diaphanous, unseen to the hamster and dripping with ectoplasm and Edam on offer from a Hamster jam butty factory in Rotherham.

Meanwhile, back in the pond
Percussive maintainance, if it don't fit, hit it with the hammer.

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby jimlews » 24 Jan 2021, 10:14pm

Hooray!" said the President of Lithuania, Putin was not modelling his favourite means of assassination, instead he sprouted
Brussel sprouts from the builders cleavage, rather a page from the torturers than loose nipples and poppet valves.

"Enough!" bellowed Toad
"Gherkins are for Cheese sandwiches and grit in your Sudocrem," he pontificated.
Toads child Tadpole, those three words with another Putin, first name Ras, adjusted his bufonidae, to croak melodiously
"Redit redit redit" avoiding library fines, loose cars and Motorway recovery vehicles, warts an all. The garden pond, lily pad garnished with Taraxacum officinale and Viper's Bugloss was mirror flat, Pike lurking deep, Heron circling above looking for lunch, the swim through the murky waters pleased mister Pike, but the troll, enigmatic and concrete, steadfastly patrolled his Grade-II listed pied a terre, then sniffed the toad stool standing outside number 10.
"Mmmm, Toadstool slurpsum!" With stinkstool aromatics fungus-cushioned dank, senseless balderdash.

God eat balderdash too, the Salmons sermon; exercising his doggerel he watched the God's Wife sauntering past the market; diaphanous, unseen to the hamster and dripping with ectoplasm and Edam on offer from a Hamster jam butty factory in Rotherham.

Meanwhile, back in the pond, Pike had a

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Audax67 » 25 Jan 2021, 1:29pm

Hooray!" said the President of Lithuania, Putin was not modelling his favourite means of assassination, instead he sprouted
Brussel sprouts from the builders cleavage, rather a page from the torturers than loose nipples and poppet valves.

"Enough!" bellowed Toad
"Gherkins are for Cheese sandwiches and grit in your Sudocrem," he pontificated.
Toads child Tadpole, those three words with another Putin, first name Ras, adjusted his bufonidae, to croak melodiously
"Redit redit redit" avoiding library fines, loose cars and Motorway recovery vehicles, warts an all. The garden pond, lily pad garnished with Taraxacum officinale and Viper's Bugloss was mirror flat, Pike lurking deep, Heron circling above looking for lunch, the swim through the murky waters pleased mister Pike, but the troll, enigmatic and concrete, steadfastly patrolled his Grade-II listed pied a terre, then sniffed the toad stool standing outside number 10.
"Mmmm, Toadstool slurpsum!" With stinkstool aromatics fungus-cushioned dank, senseless balderdash.

God eat balderdash too, the Salmons sermon; exercising his doggerel he watched the God's Wife sauntering past the market; diaphanous, unseen to the hamster and dripping with ectoplasm and Edam on offer from a Hamster jam butty factory in Rotherham.

Meanwhile, back in the pond, Pike had a hook embedded in
Have we got time for another cuppa?

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby jimlews » 25 Jan 2021, 5:50pm

Hooray!" said the President of Lithuania, Putin was not modelling his favourite means of assassination, instead he sprouted
Brussel sprouts from the builders cleavage, rather a page from the torturers than loose nipples and poppet valves.

"Enough!" bellowed Toad
"Gherkins are for Cheese sandwiches and grit in your Sudocrem," he pontificated.
Toads child Tadpole, those three words with another Putin, first name Ras, adjusted his bufonidae, to croak melodiously
"Redit redit redit" avoiding library fines, loose cars and Motorway recovery vehicles, warts an all. The garden pond, lily pad garnished with Taraxacum officinale and Viper's Bugloss was mirror flat, Pike lurking deep, Heron circling above looking for lunch, the swim through the murky waters pleased mister Pike, but the troll, enigmatic and concrete, steadfastly patrolled his Grade-II listed pied a terre, then sniffed the toad stool standing outside number 10.
"Mmmm, Toadstool slurpsum!" With stinkstool aromatics fungus-cushioned dank, senseless balderdash.

God eat balderdash too, the Salmons sermon; exercising his doggerel he watched the God's Wife sauntering past the market; diaphanous, unseen to the hamster and dripping with ectoplasm and Edam on offer from a Hamster jam butty factory in Rotherham.

Meanwhile, back in the pond, Pike had a hook embedded in Isaac Walton's Aspidistra

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby ferrit worrier » 26 Jan 2021, 3:29am

Hooray!" said the President of Lithuania, Putin was not modelling his favourite means of assassination, instead he sprouted
Brussel sprouts from the builders cleavage, rather a page from the torturers than loose nipples and poppet valves.

"Enough!" bellowed Toad
"Gherkins are for Cheese sandwiches and grit in your Sudocrem," he pontificated.
Toads child Tadpole, those three words with another Putin, first name Ras, adjusted his bufonidae, to croak melodiously
"Redit redit redit" avoiding library fines, loose cars and Motorway recovery vehicles, warts an all. The garden pond, lily pad garnished with Taraxacum officinale and Viper's Bugloss was mirror flat, Pike lurking deep, Heron circling above looking for lunch, the swim through the murky waters pleased mister Pike, but the troll, enigmatic and concrete, steadfastly patrolled his Grade-II listed pied a terre, then sniffed the toad stool standing outside number 10.
"Mmmm, Toadstool slurpsum!" With stinkstool aromatics fungus-cushioned dank, senseless balderdash.

God eat balderdash too, the Salmons sermon; exercising his doggerel he watched the God's Wife sauntering past the market; diaphanous, unseen to the hamster and dripping with ectoplasm and Edam on offer from a Hamster jam butty factory in Rotherham.

Meanwhile, back in the pond, Pike had a hook embedded in Isaac Walton's Aspidistra, a fishy story
Percussive maintainance, if it don't fit, hit it with the hammer.

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby jimlews » 26 Jan 2021, 7:42am

Hooray!" said the President of Lithuania, Putin was not modelling his favourite means of assassination, instead he sprouted
Brussel sprouts from the builders cleavage, rather a page from the torturers than loose nipples and poppet valves.

"Enough!" bellowed Toad
"Gherkins are for Cheese sandwiches and grit in your Sudocrem," he pontificated.
Toads child Tadpole, those three words with another Putin, first name Ras, adjusted his bufonidae, to croak melodiously
"Redit redit redit" avoiding library fines, loose cars and Motorway recovery vehicles, warts an all. The garden pond, lily pad garnished with Taraxacum officinale and Viper's Bugloss was mirror flat, Pike lurking deep, Heron circling above looking for lunch, the swim through the murky waters pleased mister Pike, but the troll, enigmatic and concrete, steadfastly patrolled his Grade-II listed pied a terre, then sniffed the toad stool standing outside number 10.
"Mmmm, Toadstool slurpsum!" With stinkstool aromatics fungus-cushioned dank, senseless balderdash.

God eat balderdash too, the Salmons sermon; exercising his doggerel he watched the God's Wife sauntering past the market; diaphanous, unseen to the hamster and dripping with ectoplasm and Edam on offer from a Hamster jam butty factory in Rotherham.

Meanwhile, back in the pond, Pike had a hook embedded in Isaac Walton's Aspidistra, a fishy story, but Walt capsized

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby ferrit worrier » 26 Jan 2021, 9:57am

Hooray!" said the President of Lithuania, Putin was not modelling his favourite means of assassination, instead he sprouted
Brussel sprouts from the builders cleavage, rather a page from the torturers than loose nipples and poppet valves.

"Enough!" bellowed Toad
"Gherkins are for Cheese sandwiches and grit in your Sudocrem," he pontificated.
Toads child Tadpole, those three words with another Putin, first name Ras, adjusted his bufonidae, to croak melodiously
"Redit redit redit" avoiding library fines, loose cars and Motorway recovery vehicles, warts an all. The garden pond, lily pad garnished with Taraxacum officinale and Viper's Bugloss was mirror flat, Pike lurking deep, Heron circling above looking for lunch, the swim through the murky waters pleased mister Pike, but the troll, enigmatic and concrete, steadfastly patrolled his Grade-II listed pied a terre, then sniffed the toad stool standing outside number 10.
"Mmmm, Toadstool slurpsum!" With stinkstool aromatics fungus-cushioned dank, senseless balderdash.

God eat balderdash too, the Salmons sermon; exercising his doggerel he watched the God's Wife sauntering past the market; diaphanous, unseen to the hamster and dripping with ectoplasm and Edam on offer from a Hamster jam butty factory in Rotherham.

Meanwhile, back in the pond, Pike had a hook embedded in Isaac Walton's Aspidistra, a fishy story, but Walt capsized due to a
Percussive maintainance, if it don't fit, hit it with the hammer.

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Mick F » 26 Jan 2021, 10:59am

ussel sprouts from the builders cleavage, rather a page from the torturers than loose nipples and poppet valves.

"Enough!" bellowed Toad
"Gherkins are for Cheese sandwiches and grit in your Sudocrem," he pontificated.
Toads child Tadpole, those three words with another Putin, first name Ras, adjusted his bufonidae, to croak melodiously
"Redit redit redit" avoiding library fines, loose cars and Motorway recovery vehicles, warts an all. The garden pond, lily pad garnished with Taraxacum officinale and Viper's Bugloss was mirror flat, Pike lurking deep, Heron circling above looking for lunch, the swim through the murky waters pleased mister Pike, but the troll, enigmatic and concrete, steadfastly patrolled his Grade-II listed pied a terre, then sniffed the toad stool standing outside number 10.
"Mmmm, Toadstool slurpsum!" With stinkstool aromatics fungus-cushioned dank, senseless balderdash.

God eat balderdash too, the Salmons sermon; exercising his doggerel he watched the God's Wife sauntering past the market; diaphanous, unseen to the hamster and dripping with ectoplasm and Edam on offer from a Hamster jam butty factory in Rotherham.

Meanwhile, back in the pond, Pike had a hook embedded in Isaac Walton's Aspidistra, a fishy story, but Walt capsized due to a hole in his
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby Audax67 » 26 Jan 2021, 11:01am

Hooray!" said the President of Lithuania, Putin was not modelling his favourite means of assassination, instead he sprouted
Brussel sprouts from the builders cleavage, rather a page from the torturers than loose nipples and poppet valves.

"Enough!" bellowed Toad
"Gherkins are for Cheese sandwiches and grit in your Sudocrem," he pontificated.
Toads child Tadpole, those three words with another Putin, first name Ras, adjusted his bufonidae, to croak melodiously
"Redit redit redit" avoiding library fines, loose cars and Motorway recovery vehicles, warts an all. The garden pond, lily pad garnished with Taraxacum officinale and Viper's Bugloss was mirror flat, Pike lurking deep, Heron circling above looking for lunch, the swim through the murky waters pleased mister Pike, but the troll, enigmatic and concrete, steadfastly patrolled his Grade-II listed pied a terre, then sniffed the toad stool standing outside number 10.
"Mmmm, Toadstool slurpsum!" With stinkstool aromatics fungus-cushioned dank, senseless balderdash.

God eat balderdash too, the Salmons sermon; exercising his doggerel he watched the God's Wife sauntering past the market; diaphanous, unseen to the hamster and dripping with ectoplasm and Edam on offer from a Hamster jam butty factory in Rotherham.

Meanwhile, back in the pond, Pike had a hook embedded in Isaac Walton's Aspidistra, a fishy story, but Walt capsized due to an inadvertent tsunami emanating
Have we got time for another cuppa?

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby jimlews » 26 Jan 2021, 6:35pm

ussel sprouts from the builders cleavage, rather a page from the torturers than loose nipples and poppet valves.

"Enough!" bellowed Toad
"Gherkins are for Cheese sandwiches and grit in your Sudocrem," he pontificated.
Toads child Tadpole, those three words with another Putin, first name Ras, adjusted his bufonidae, to croak melodiously
"Redit redit redit" avoiding library fines, loose cars and Motorway recovery vehicles, warts an all. The garden pond, lily pad garnished with Taraxacum officinale and Viper's Bugloss was mirror flat, Pike lurking deep, Heron circling above looking for lunch, the swim through the murky waters pleased mister Pike, but the troll, enigmatic and concrete, steadfastly patrolled his Grade-II listed pied a terre, then sniffed the toad stool standing outside number 10.
"Mmmm, Toadstool slurpsum!" With stinkstool aromatics fungus-cushioned dank, senseless balderdash.

God eat balderdash too, the Salmons sermon; exercising his doggerel he watched the God's Wife sauntering past the market; diaphanous, unseen to the hamster and dripping with ectoplasm and Edam on offer from a Hamster jam butty factory in Rotherham.

Meanwhile, back in the pond, Pike had a hook embedded in Isaac Walton's Aspidistra, a fishy story, but Walt capsized due to a hole in his Hebden plus fours

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby jimlews » 26 Jan 2021, 6:37pm

Hooray!" said the President of Lithuania, Putin was not modelling his favourite means of assassination, instead he sprouted
Brussel sprouts from the builders cleavage, rather a page from the torturers than loose nipples and poppet valves.

"Enough!" bellowed Toad
"Gherkins are for Cheese sandwiches and grit in your Sudocrem," he pontificated.
Toads child Tadpole, those three words with another Putin, first name Ras, adjusted his bufonidae, to croak melodiously
"Redit redit redit" avoiding library fines, loose cars and Motorway recovery vehicles, warts an all. The garden pond, lily pad garnished with Taraxacum officinale and Viper's Bugloss was mirror flat, Pike lurking deep, Heron circling above looking for lunch, the swim through the murky waters pleased mister Pike, but the troll, enigmatic and concrete, steadfastly patrolled his Grade-II listed pied a terre, then sniffed the toad stool standing outside number 10.
"Mmmm, Toadstool slurpsum!" With stinkstool aromatics fungus-cushioned dank, senseless balderdash.

God eat balderdash too, the Salmons sermon; exercising his doggerel he watched the God's Wife sauntering past the market; diaphanous, unseen to the hamster and dripping with ectoplasm and Edam on offer from a Hamster jam butty factory in Rotherham.

Meanwhile, back in the pond, Pike had a hook embedded in Isaac Walton's Aspidistra, a fishy story, but Walt capsized due to an inadvertent tsunami emanating from his fundament.

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby ferrit worrier » 27 Jan 2021, 8:43am

Hooray!" said the President of Lithuania, Putin was not modelling his favourite means of assassination, instead he sprouted
Brussel sprouts from the builders cleavage, rather a page from the torturers than loose nipples and poppet valves.

"Enough!" bellowed Toad
"Gherkins are for Cheese sandwiches and grit in your Sudocrem," he pontificated.
Toads child Tadpole, those three words with another Putin, first name Ras, adjusted his bufonidae, to croak melodiously
"Redit redit redit" avoiding library fines, loose cars and Motorway recovery vehicles, warts an all. The garden pond, lily pad garnished with Taraxacum officinale and Viper's Bugloss was mirror flat, Pike lurking deep, Heron circling above looking for lunch, the swim through the murky waters pleased mister Pike, but the troll, enigmatic and concrete, steadfastly patrolled his Grade-II listed pied a terre, then sniffed the toad stool standing outside number 10.
"Mmmm, Toadstool slurpsum!" With stinkstool aromatics fungus-cushioned dank, senseless balderdash.

God eat balderdash too, the Salmons sermon; exercising his doggerel he watched the God's Wife sauntering past the market; diaphanous, unseen to the hamster and dripping with ectoplasm and Edam on offer from a Hamster jam butty factory in Rotherham.

Meanwhile, back in the pond, Pike had a hook embedded in Isaac Walton's Aspidistra, a fishy story, but Walt capsized due to an inadvertent tsunami emanating from his fundament. Run for cover
Percussive maintainance, if it don't fit, hit it with the hammer.

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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)

Postby jimlews » 27 Jan 2021, 9:12am

Hooray!" said the President of Lithuania, Putin was not modelling his favourite means of assassination, instead he sprouted
Brussel sprouts from the builders cleavage, rather a page from the torturers than loose nipples and poppet valves.

"Enough!" bellowed Toad
"Gherkins are for Cheese sandwiches and grit in your Sudocrem," he pontificated.
Toads child Tadpole, those three words with another Putin, first name Ras, adjusted his bufonidae, to croak melodiously
"Redit redit redit" avoiding library fines, loose cars and Motorway recovery vehicles, warts an all. The garden pond, lily pad garnished with Taraxacum officinale and Viper's Bugloss was mirror flat, Pike lurking deep, Heron circling above looking for lunch, the swim through the murky waters pleased mister Pike, but the troll, enigmatic and concrete, steadfastly patrolled his Grade-II listed pied a terre, then sniffed the toad stool standing outside number 10.
"Mmmm, Toadstool slurpsum!" With stinkstool aromatics fungus-cushioned dank, senseless balderdash.

God eat balderdash too, the Salmons sermon; exercising his doggerel he watched the God's Wife sauntering past the market; diaphanous, unseen to the hamster and dripping with ectoplasm and Edam on offer from a Hamster jam butty factory in Rotherham.

Meanwhile, back in the pond, Pike had a hook embedded in Isaac Walton's Aspidistra, a fishy story, but Walt capsized due to an inadvertent tsunami emanating from his fundament. Run for cover - Tyne, Dogger, Fisher