No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate.
Three Word Story Game (again)
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed
Suppose that this room is a lift. The support breaks and down we go with ever-increasing velocity.
Let us pass the time by performing physical experiments...
--- Arthur Eddington (creator of the Eddington Number).
Let us pass the time by performing physical experiments...
--- Arthur Eddington (creator of the Eddington Number).
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there
Percussive maintainance, if it don't fit, hit it with the hammer.
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there where the hand
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there where the hand
Have we got time for another cuppa?
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there where the hand-crafted wobbly wheel
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there where the hand-crafted wobbly wheel
Mick F. Cornwall
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there where the hand-crafted wobbly wheel went spang! and
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there where the hand-crafted wobbly wheel went spang! and
Have we got time for another cuppa?
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there where the hand-crafted wobbly wheel went spang! and bong trees grow,
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there where the hand-crafted wobbly wheel went spang! and bong trees grow,
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there where the hand-crafted wobbly wheel went spang! and bong trees grow, and grow and
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there where the hand-crafted wobbly wheel went spang! and bong trees grow, and grow and
“In some ways, it is easier to be a dissident, for then one is without responsibility.”
― Nelson Mandela, Long Walk to Freedom
― Nelson Mandela, Long Walk to Freedom
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ferrit worrier
- Posts: 5503
- Joined: 27 Jun 2008, 7:58pm
- Location: south Manchester
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there where the hand-crafted wobbly wheel went spang! and bong trees grow, and grow and Owl and Pussycat
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there where the hand-crafted wobbly wheel went spang! and bong trees grow, and grow and Owl and Pussycat
Percussive maintainance, if it don't fit, hit it with the hammer.
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
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High on a cocktail of flossy teacakes and marmalade
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there where the hand-crafted wobbly wheel went spang! and bong trees grow, and grow and Owl and Pussycat begin divorce proceedings entirely in limericks.
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there where the hand-crafted wobbly wheel went spang! and bong trees grow, and grow and Owl and Pussycat begin divorce proceedings entirely in limericks.
Suppose that this room is a lift. The support breaks and down we go with ever-increasing velocity.
Let us pass the time by performing physical experiments...
--- Arthur Eddington (creator of the Eddington Number).
Let us pass the time by performing physical experiments...
--- Arthur Eddington (creator of the Eddington Number).
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there where the hand-crafted wobbly wheel went spang! and bong trees grow, and grow and Owl and Pussycat begin divorce proceedings entirely in limericks. "There was a
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there where the hand-crafted wobbly wheel went spang! and bong trees grow, and grow and Owl and Pussycat begin divorce proceedings entirely in limericks. "There was a
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there where the hand-crafted wobbly wheel went spang! and bong trees grow, and grow and Owl and Pussycat begin divorce proceedings entirely in limericks. "There was a Devon Dumpling Devil
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there where the hand-crafted wobbly wheel went spang! and bong trees grow, and grow and Owl and Pussycat begin divorce proceedings entirely in limericks. "There was a Devon Dumpling Devil
NA Thinks Just End 2 End Return + Bivvy - Some day Soon I hope
You'll Still Find Me At The Top Of A Hill
Please forgive the poor Grammar I blame it on my mobile and phat thinkers.
You'll Still Find Me At The Top Of A Hill
Please forgive the poor Grammar I blame it on my mobile and phat thinkers.
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there where the hand-crafted wobbly wheel went spang! and bong trees grow, and grow and Owl and Pussycat begin divorce proceedings entirely in limericks. "There was a Devon Dumpling Devil..." "No, Limericks!" screamed
Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.
Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.
Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------
"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.
Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there where the hand-crafted wobbly wheel went spang! and bong trees grow, and grow and Owl and Pussycat begin divorce proceedings entirely in limericks. "There was a Devon Dumpling Devil..." "No, Limericks!" screamed
Have we got time for another cuppa?