Three Word Story Three

Time to start this up as well.... But lets try for coherence, shall we? Ok, then...

They were the

best of times

, they were the

blurst of times [6]

for Blur, Oarses'

retarded younger cousins

from Hazzard County

in southwest Arkansas

, right next to

Chorley near Preston

Warehouse, site of

a really shite

little old house

where three bears

ate some porridge

made from Goldilocks

weekly pocket money

earned by servicing

Citroen Diannes in

three wise men

behind the old

broken down bikeshed

for drug money

she has saved

in her purse

pink fluffy one

with kebab meat

on her blouse

that ripped open

and closed again

revealing her scaley

a quick flash

of the headlights

that was close

to being indecent

allway's the same

damn third nipple

all to see

on wintry evenings

it point's upwards

close to the

great big chin

belonging to the

big tall bloke

with very small

thingy mad jig

made of seaweed

going down on

one knee to

raise above SHUGZV

at his wobbly

This, I believe, qualifies as a run-on sentence

They were the best of times, they were the blurst of times for Blur, Oarses' retarded younger cousins in southwest Arkansas, right next to Chorley near Preston Warehouse, site of a really shite little old house where three bears ate some porridge made from Goldilocks weekly pocket money earned by servicing Citroen Diannes in three wise men behind the old broken down bikeshed for drug money she has saved in her purse pink fluffy one with kebab meat on her blouse that ripped open and closed again revealing her scaley a quick flash of the headlights that was close to being indecent allway's the same damn third nipple all to see on wintry evenings it point's upwards close to the great big chin belonging to the big tall bloke with very small thingy mad jig made of seaweed going down on one knee to raise above SHUGZV at his wobbly …

Get it published SOON.

Sounds positively Burroughs to me.

The literary agent

stole HARRY POTTER

's Push-up bra and

blacklace crotchless PANTIES

to wear to

the next gig

Underneath his NOOL

and his big

Battery powered silicone

that he got

From a Serbian

militant, violent maffia

boss named Frank

BRUNO the boxer

had to fight

the ladies off

like BLUE ORDER

and ROCKET MICK

with Morrisey's gladiola

stuck into their

tight and shapely

buttocks, which exploded

with the force

during the holy

war has gone

far out of

England thank god

but not funny

that VIOLENCE and

you know who

it was that

wrecked NOOL and

my best shirt

and your DRESS

wearing it now:D

that once was

an expensive buy

DIGGY MIKE'S tent

pink dotts and

large enough for

BALDRICK's insane look

looks quite flash

in the morning

night and day

and his fingers

in his pocket

,where he felt

very small change

warm and wet

it was very

very very very

and very very

very I said

(as said before)

Very Very Very

veni vidi vici

Mini Midi Maxi

this story sucks!

bLuE oRdEr wrote:

Time to start this up as well.... But lets try for coherence, shall we? Ok, then...

They were the

Nappies he wore

to work out

with his girlfriend

how to POST

Badly, when drunk

in ABERDEEN with

ideas above his

station and probably

below his bloody

used tampon tissue

he was chewing

beside his tongue

as he yelled

"I WANT SOME

MORE SUGAR ON

his strawberry jelly

toast, GUV!!" Then

he said his

mother was calling

from behind his

ford escort xr3i

which became enflamed

with go faster

juice (NOX) and

furry dice and

electric sun roof

and jesus bobblehead

on the dash

attacking the pope

in his bulletproof

vest and pants

with new boots

and a whip

"MAKE ME COME",

oh yes yes

and never stop

til your heart

stops beating and

pumping blood around

a swollen ??

stubbed toe on

this brick again

. Suddenly he felt

her touching his

tasty sweet little

earlobe with her

tasty sweet little

tongue whilst her

granny moustache prickled

his lower lip

and thereby caught

His tongue ring

which HURT badly

Drawn Boy's Bollocks

, up a gumtree

in Southeast Asia

At Breakfast Time

after major intercourse

and light surgery

as they took

advantage of young

gay boys from

Stockholm.  In Sweeden

fuck off, she

that activity's legal

and very common

amongst Government Ministers

(only on weekends)

(and  every weekday)

barring occasional Thursdays

reserved for drunken

naked skinny dipping

in tatty Yugoslav

soiled red knickers

which tasted like

fish and chips

from the Chinese

laundromat next door

to Rocket Mick's

engorged member, like

Mt. Etna erupting

through bleached jeans

on a transylvanian

"Nosferatu" motorized dildo

so no BATTERIES

were inserted into

the pink torpedo

launched from submarine

"Against All Odds"

off the coast

of Switzerland. Kettering

sheep feared people

for good reason:

they were horny

and sheep were

sleeping soundly when

the "Ask Rocket"

thread proliferated grossly

, on the strength

of one man's

ability to attract

nubile young Serbians

wearing floss for

a G-string bikini

and nipple rings

shaped like huge

(I mean REALLY

largish) bulls eyes

, hypnotizing all who

stepped off the

Belgrade subway system

onto unpaved streets :D

, quickly sinking beneath

Pools of Semen

clots of blood

aka diluted slivovitsch

(Smirnoff will do)

Black or Red

Digital Mike wrote: Black or Red

(Wong thread, Mike!)

Blue is best

when watching telly

coverage of the

Peter North Special

nice to hear

the goats in

the bottom field

bleating their approval

in the rain

with god's tongue

waiting to use

exploding dice on

THE MONOPOLY BOARD

on bond street

Whilst waiting for

the hookers' call

the red light

A stop sign

made him go

faster and faster

to the restaurant

Where he ordered

3 double whisky

and diet cokes

Main meal was

A Bacon Sandwich

and icecream for

A healthy start

of his new

Crime free life

finding a JOB

In lovely CHORLEY

but sadly lacking

Big breasted birds

and BARGAIN BUCKETS

who speak French

and SAUNDERS went

down the PUB

called WHITE BULL

and played pool

whilst talking about

The Sane side

and HOW bad

flared trousers are

unless worn by

Little Jimmy Osmond

Now unbeknown to

Mr Reg Varney

CHORLEY don't surf

The Bus lanes

and  HIGHWAYS division

unless on a

HIGHWAY TO HELL

wish also goes

To Ilkeston, Derbyshire

so help me

make a Cuppa

tea with sugar

so i can

trough it in

the swimming pool

with no water

NObabe wrote: with no water

and the naked

Depeche mode members

funny old men

who played with

Their 12 inches

big, long cocks

I meant records

oh well whatever