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
Three Word Story Game (again)
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Percussive maintainance, if it don't fit, hit it with the hammer.
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
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
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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ferrit worrier
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
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
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.
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
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
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
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
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
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?
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
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
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)
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
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.
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
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
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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- Posts: 5503
- Joined: 27 Jun 2008, 7:58pm
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
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
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.
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
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
"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
Mick F. Cornwall
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
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
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?
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
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
"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
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
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.
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)
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
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.
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
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
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