Two Word Story----Completed.

[Trazalca]

yodelling happily

[KingVoyeur]

skipped on

Once Upon a mattress there was fish poop being deliciously manhandled by members of a clan under supervision of their rabid monkeys with mittens. They grabbed a hat and put a beagle into their magical suitcase where it sat open to any monkey to eat it. Sexual gimps nibble on the beagle with relish and mustard. Unfortunately, the relish fermented and mutated into some Pepridge Farms Assistant Manager named DaForce who loved sticking rotten cables up his Eustacian tubes. "That's nasty" said Dolf, King of Cinescape Pottywinkles, Lord of the dance. "You like to watch my ass being sniffed at dinnertime by gladiators with glue holding their very large flat wooden Kricket bats?" Margold asked. Without warning, ginormus rabbits didn't breed without help from Margold's bunny-inseminating device.

The bunnies had copulated with spaceships totally unaware of being monitored by Jakester. Hoping to escape the slimy bunny banger they fled with Dr. Throckmorton Albonius-Bonifer. Now united, they fell headlong into green jello being slowly chilled in squid vomit with curried horse testicles. "Gross!" said Usagi Yojimbo. All of the bunnies jumped Yojimbo until, protesting, using Kung-Fu Snake-and-Crane styles, reverse vampires sucking candlesticks through their long, shiny hard tubular Candlestick sucker(s?), some killjoy brought garlic through security in shoes.

Meanwhile, dark Satanic Bungholes filled with fifty gallons if iced anal lubricant, and pudding for hair, making it bleed phlegm all over Jakester's nasty "book" collection. Everyone knows that Neglet can kick her own rubber hose up Jakester's chronosynclastic infundibulum. "Ooooooooooh Matron, I declare Daforce's buttocks "off limits" but not completely taboo are Neglet's boobies. But beware, foolish underlings, for her nether-regions play host to many unsavory, foul posting imps causing chaos and lactating all over a striped gazebo. Unfortunately, a blob, oozing pus, named Rufus, shook its amoeba-like appendages temptingly towards Jakester's horrible yawning chasm. And yea, though I watching mesmerized at the lame admin who's awesome lamness shines. Damn those sexy legs Jake, you threw eggs into her birthday cake. Hell must throw parties with clowns like Nazis like it. I salute his reptilian smart monkeys clam sandwich which rots in Jake's tatty underpants. His panties, normally rose-scented were rank and green with warm moldy goo. Jake cried, "Bring meatballs! I love fatty meat dripping with relish. Ooops, I can't get it to work without choking on chicken and waffles. "MMM syrup...." drooled DaForce. I love paradoxical juxtaposition with my phallic symbol in hand and my masticated, weary dog bone I trudged backwards over Neglet's prompt responce.

Hopefully it was on Tuesday when my favorite underwear reeks of Jakester's touch after his soiled feet invaded the sanctimony of Neglet's classroom. "Behold my somnambulent feline! Gaze upon her massive teats of milk production which have gushed rivers of yeloow ectoplasmic putty, also useful in baking!" Feeling hungry, Traz sought the Muffin Man's assistance in rolling pie crust flavoured with a chalky antacid. Sadly, lacking in good taste and nutrition. Although it smelled fishy, he ate it greedily enjoying every single morsel until his belly swelled into the size of Jakester's ego.

Soon, space expanded upon time itself until galaxies imploded. "What is that thing?!" he pondered aloud while chewing dried sasquatch dandruff flakes. "Holy Moley! I never eat frogs unless they are pre-chewed by Guatamalen pygmy rabiits!" Iron chefs furiously julienned a ripe juicy red plum tomato grown without pesticides or water from mad cows and aliens. And then DaForce's Duckman took out his gigantic duck wang. That caused an eruption of Biblical proportions that spewed forth upon the helpless masses in Congress. Bush wiped cow manure on Laura's mango colored g-string panties prompting GW to bend his gargantuan ego into a pretzel-shaped black hole. Denser than a dense denseness of high density, of which denser beings, having low densarian densities run from. Dancing yaks yodeling happily skipped on

Are we getting close to the end yet?

[neglet]

playground equipment

[Trazalca]

resulting in

[Cncrman]

the end.

(There, Happy King?)

[kah]

~applauds~

[Trazalca]

~throws bouquet of roses onto stage~

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[Cncrman]

I think 320+ posts in this story is enough. Start a new thread.

[KingVoyeur]

Alrighty then...

[Sgt. Awesome]

Once Upon a mattress there was fish poop being deliciously manhandled by members of a clan under supervision of their rabid monkeys with mittens. They grabbed a hat and put a beagle into their magical suitcase where it sat open to any monkey to eat it. Sexual gimps nibble on the beagle with relish and mustard. Unfortunately, the relish fermented and mutated into some Pepridge Farms Assistant Manager named DaForce who loved sticking rotten cables up his Eustacian tubes. "That's nasty" said Dolf, King of Cinescape Pottywinkles, Lord of the dance. "You like to watch my ass being sniffed at dinnertime by gladiators with glue holding their very large flat wooden Kricket bats?" Margold asked. Without warning, ginormus rabbits didn't breed without help from Margold's bunny-inseminating device.

The bunnies had copulated with spaceships totally unaware of being monitored by Jakester. Hoping to escape the slimy bunny banger they fled with Dr. Throckmorton Albonius-Bonifer. Now united, they fell headlong into green jello being slowly chilled in squid vomit with curried horse testicles. "Gross!" said Usagi Yojimbo. All of the bunnies jumped Yojimbo until, protesting, using Kung-Fu Snake-and-Crane styles, reverse vampires sucking candlesticks through their long, shiny hard tubular Candlestick sucker(s?), some killjoy brought garlic through security in shoes.

Meanwhile, dark Satanic Bungholes filled with fifty gallons if iced anal lubricant, and pudding for hair, making it bleed phlegm all over Jakester's nasty "book" collection. Everyone knows that Neglet can kick her own rubber hose up Jakester's chronosynclastic infundibulum. "Ooooooooooh Matron, I declare Daforce's buttocks "off limits" but not completely taboo are Neglet's boobies. But beware, foolish underlings, for her nether-regions play host to many unsavory, foul posting imps causing chaos and lactating all over a striped gazebo. Unfortunately, a blob, oozing pus, named Rufus, shook its amoeba-like appendages temptingly towards Jakester's horrible yawning chasm. And yea, though I watching mesmerized at the lame admin who's awesome lamness shines. Damn those sexy legs Jake, you threw eggs into her birthday cake. Hell must throw parties with clowns like Nazis like it. I salute his reptilian smart monkeys clam sandwich which rots in Jake's tatty underpants. His panties, normally rose-scented were rank and green with warm moldy goo. Jake cried, "Bring meatballs! I love fatty meat dripping with relish. Ooops, I can't get it to work without choking on chicken and waffles. "MMM syrup...." drooled DaForce. I love paradoxical juxtaposition with my phallic symbol in hand and my masticated, weary dog bone I trudged backwards over Neglet's prompt responce.

Hopefully it was on Tuesday when my favorite underwear reeks of Jakester's touch after his soiled feet invaded the sanctimony of Neglet's classroom. "Behold my somnambulent feline! Gaze upon her massive teats of milk production which have gushed rivers of yeloow ectoplasmic putty, also useful in baking!" Feeling hungry, Traz sought the Muffin Man's assistance in rolling pie crust flavoured with a chalky antacid. Sadly, lacking in good taste and nutrition. Although it smelled fishy, he ate it greedily enjoying every single morsel until his belly swelled into the size of Jakester's ego.

Soon, space expanded upon time itself until galaxies imploded. "What is that thing?!" he pondered aloud while chewing dried sasquatch dandruff flakes. "Holy Moley! I never eat frogs unless they are pre-chewed by Guatamalen pygmy rabiits!" Iron chefs furiously julienned a ripe juicy red plum tomato grown without pesticides or water from mad cows and aliens. And then DaForce's Duckman took out his gigantic duck wang. That caused an eruption of Biblical proportions that spewed forth upon the helpless masses in Congress. Bush wiped cow manure on Laura's mango colored g-string panties prompting GW to bend his gargantuan ego into a pretzel-shaped black hole. Denser than a dense denseness of high density, of which denser beings, having low densarian densities run from. Dancing yaks yodeling happily skipped on playground equipment resulting in the end.

There - the whole thing - Time for part II. I'm also saving this as a word document.