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"The One Word Story Goes Chat Forum"

Ok, here's the deal; We each write a word, which slowly builds up into a story. I tried this in school with my friends and it was bloody funny.
Go on, have a go.

Here's a word to start you off;


Archibald

...the little barber shop of horrors...

(You can't abandon this bitche now!)
*sound of running*
(Hey, come back!)

"..the local Death shop, called..."

There was a bloke who worked in...

Well it WAS a bit of a marathon, but, hey, I was bored....

Shall we leave this story and start a new one, as it is beginning to wander, and it seems to have come to a natural end?

...my guns.

(i'm surprised you did so much, well done)

(Okay, here goes...)

Summary;

Frederico's enormous plastic melon-shaped green banana had a disgusting magnatism for excessive adjective use, which proved useful when he found an epileptic hedgehog up his sh*tting hole, also known as the dreaded chocolate starfish, which he had never cleaned in all his life.
But the tooth fairy had, and found a gold coin. She bit it to test if she was awake. However, would it glisten like the sun, or like green cats eyes?
Obviously not, as it was just a gold milk bottle top filled with a foul tasting chocolate coloured substance. Without warning the starfish opened its mouth to speak; "Steaming!" it said, staring into the eye of Sauron.
With devious fevour it set about baking a cheese-cake. It tasted awful like it was missing something. It was missing peas. It mused itself that if you like cheese and you like peas then you'd love broccoli, probably.
Without warning Saurons stupidly small electronic leprechaun spontaneously combusted, due to a giblets infestation at the local chat forum.
"I'm fab" said the oldest man on the planet, who was always throbbing intensly, like a giant moth. This was strange, because moths are very similiar to a phallus in shape, so people confuse them. This often leads to people killing foreigners, stealing their faces and wearing them as their own, it only scares younguns who have naive beliefs in Christian principles, and this naivety will ultimately lead to their downfall. This often occurs when the insane melody of a thousand distant magic silver mandolins..."

And i'm really sorry but that took me soooooooo long that I can't be @arsed to do any more.

I am going to BED, and I shall be back in posting action tommorow.

*gasps for breath*

"...dirt and goblins lying in the wake of..."

(i'm doing a summary now)

(wow, mix up aholics)

...everyone with napalm, they were so scared that they left little packages of...