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Right.
I've done this before and it seemed to work very bably indeed, so I decided to do it again.
Makes sense.
Anyway, I start off a story and then someone else puts the next scentace down until some idiot puts "the end" then no-one can be bothered anymore.
OK.
The puffins were dead to begin with.
Go.
I've done this before and it seemed to work very bably indeed, so I decided to do it again.
Makes sense.
Anyway, I start off a story and then someone else puts the next scentace down until some idiot puts "the end" then no-one can be bothered anymore.
OK.
The puffins were dead to begin with.
Go.
The purple snow melted and Burt Bacharach appeared on top of the mongoose wearing a thong....
but then his thorax exploded leaving Jerry Springer spawns to crawl all over the earth.....
but then his thorax exploded leaving Jerry Springer spawns to crawl all over the earth.....
this is just a copy of my nintendo surviver!
The purple snow melted and Burt Bacharach appeared on top of the mongoose wearing a thong....
(sorry about that)
(sorry about that)
The snowman was then met by a flying mongoose covered in snow, purple snow.
Suddenly, a giant snowman arose from the snow singing: "I'm walking in the air..."!!
It started to rain. Then snow. Then there was a blizzard in these Nepalese jungles.
The paranoid Tiger was more worried about the possible threat of nuclear war given that he lived in the Nepalese jungles.
However, it wasn't this that bothered the paranoid tiger.
Right.
I've done this before and it seemed to work very bably indeed, so I decided to do it again.
Makes sense.
Anyway, I start off a story and then someone else puts the next scentace down until some idiot puts "the end" then no-one can be bothered anymore.
OK.
The puffins were dead to begin with.
Go.
I've done this before and it seemed to work very bably indeed, so I decided to do it again.
Makes sense.
Anyway, I start off a story and then someone else puts the next scentace down until some idiot puts "the end" then no-one can be bothered anymore.
OK.
The puffins were dead to begin with.
Go.