From the "Let's write a story..." thread:

There you was rat named nest barnacle meet up poop in shiny shoes borrowed from **** Tracy who wore my Stilettos to his mother's wedding because Mr. Tracy wouldn't dare pay Imelda $500 again for loafers when he realizes they stink badly, although comfortable and cheap, he tries skipping in his flip-flops but busted his sunglasses and will be going around obsequious without banjos or pickaxes because without burrito, there's doubt he'll ever run naked with bulls banjos without looking into the stockmarket going bananas everyday was crashing beginning father's cardiac rythm misfortune problems caused which magnified his blood pressure born 1812 in Texas moving slowly down between the banjos and microphones on Let's Make a Deal. So unfortunately he decided run into that old crackerbox down in out west side of Philadelphia by the art gallery sold ten etchings and a leather wallet empty except for $12 and a piece of paper with initials written in lipstick folded in half tucked away between some faded old blue jellybeans stuck together inside a baggy that held something deadly serious inside called Crystal Gayle. It was blue but cold feeling smelled like cherries with everything else piled closely. Together we listed several available wineries specializing in naked burritos soaked with special mole' served lukewarm on dirty sheets worn out with over twenty midgets acting rather silly and sticking your finger inside a building that has fell suddenly upon because all of those Legos farted spontaneously generating extreme pressure!!! Then simultaneously pulling me down. But then you grab her hand and she willingly refuses to do shots or pick up my truck unless you went and started the fire quickly because suddenly she saw something exciting growing from his dash. It smiled wickedly and ran, drooled, tripped over everything around slowly creeping creeping up to suprize me from behind with a dildo bigger than your average bear hug with small nostrils oozing honey. We watched horrified until it finally left the car, which had four windows smashed into smithereens. And then suddenly and cracked with such force they flew into some slippery chickens' coop where several foxes ran off through the woods chasing me with cupcakes filled by superimposed comic book characters that behaved rudely toward the other people in Gdansk who scratched on bad sores from communicable alfalfa jones'es. They walked to belching camels playing footsies with bare knuckles and looking for another bag of chips made in Uganda. Meanwhile, back yonder weasels wrestled blissfully in their pool next door. Then started kibitzing without thinking about protection, so they quickly rotated positions and began to practice oral communication while simultaneously touching each other's glicktomites and feeling sweaty underwear slide around sensually under pretences of participating with perverted peons placed haphazardly throughout massive sensuality which never got noticed. However some freak started stripping off their inhibitions about things they torture with, like latex hairclips under flesh and various other trinkets used to bestow feelings upon those who desire more intimacy with mankind. Unfortunately...

OMG...you really kept up with it?

this...................is hilarious!

I do totally agree

farting legos...........

I can't quit laughing

That's fantastic

<--- waiting in anticipation for more

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