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Make a story...5 words at a time...I'll start...
The sun was shining in...
The sun was shining in...
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Another recap is needed...
{The story so far...}
Bailey's urge had begun, it was a Sunday when he entered the garage, and opened the box hidden under the ruffled pantomime horse costume on loan from Rentaghost. Inside was nothing!
Meanwhile, Bailey's wife, Brandy was holding a knife and an egg cup full of Rat poison which she was intending to add to the soup that she was making for Bailey!
Suddenly a squirrel Jumped in and knocked the potion into the waste disposal, just as Bailey entered and grabbed a sink plunger from the cupboard and said "Exterminate"
Meanwhile, in the depths of the ocean a giant Kraken had swallowed an egg cup And awoke with a terrible yolky rash on its beak.
Bailey saw the dead squirrel, its paw was pointing towards Brandy in an accusing manner. Bailey's hand reached for his gun before he realised that he'd only a whisk in his pocket. He threw it aiming at the octopus emerging 5000 miles away.
A symbiotic relationship with a shrimp, who was called Fred. They both loved the ocean and couldn't stand what man was doing but love will survive.
They gazed at each other just as a whisk flew between the kitchen table and a gigantic crocodile which had just been purchased at Tesco for Brandy's mother's ninetieth birthday as a special surprise since she loved reptilians ever since she tripped over a turtle during her childhood, holding a rubber alligator that she had been trying to feed to her sister as punishment for that time she took her last Rolo. The pain of that memory currently seared through her mind, as she bit the whisk and stood between Brandy and the slavering crocodile, just stopping Bailey and Brandy from ...
falling into a deep and combative fight.
Grabbing the crocodile by the tail, Brandy jumped and hit an Ork, who arrived from a Warcraft convention later than expected because of the police having to break out a new whisk as they broke up the convention.
Whisks were becoming short in supply in Glocca Morra, so short that people had to kneel down to buy them which started a new religion ...
"Kneel low, sweet Whisk of Infinity".chanted a crowd as "The Whisk' revealed itself within a rising wooden plinth of wood, intricately carved in the the shape of a whisk, embelished with tiny egg cups which sadly were stolen by Gonzalez, a short but stocky supermarket employee who wore pink gloves when he attended church because the elderly vicar was really a paint salesman for the dodgy paint factory, where mince pies are made with ingredients from altaranga's secret recipe which includes pink icing sugar ....
... and the juice of seven peeled King Prawns from the lair of the Kraken, who has developed a dust allergy while rising from the sea "It's bends!", shouted the First Aid volunteer who had been in the crowd of worshippers skinny dipping for the fundraiser to support 'Whiskless' families around Peckham.
The kraken crawled nearer...wheezing and sneezing loudly as he crawled towards the city.
The men of Kraken Watch were dedicated to their job. Sam Wisecracker, had loaded paracetamol due to his friend's chronic ineptitude in loading the defence weapons with smelly ammunition, unwittingly creating the first farting dart with Kraken Paracetamol Targetting capability known as "The Fart Dart".
Still the Kraken moved closer until it was within the outer limits of the city when it suddenly realised that it was under attack. Raising its shield, interestingly made from fibreglass, it blasted out a huge unexpected burp followed by fire, burning a hole completely through Sam Wisecraker's regulation boxers and singeing his delicate little posy of scented violets tied together with a shoelace from his boot.
Sam pondered the futility of life as he applied aloe vera to his delicate violet posy as the murderous clouds above suddenly started raining fish with automatic machine guns and hand grenades. Without questioning why, Sam took arms and legs from mannequins that were explosive and threw them at a bus full of shrimps. The Kraken screamed in horror, those were his shrimps and his bus. This was HIS land! His anger rose a beautiful cerise pink with a fishy aftertaste and croutons.
Sam Wisecracker knew what he was hiding in his pants, a Kraken busting weapon which was uncomfortable and yet strangely fragrant. It smelled just like a dog covered in sweet chilli chicken and tasty bonios.
Brandy and Bailey still stood but wanted to sit down. Brandy's mother, Bertha, stood between the living and the dead. She was a medium, though needed a large for trousers. She sensed the Kraken nearby. Sam's hidden weapon burst into life, heading for Bailey's house. Why, his house thought Sam? Nobody understood the link between a kraken, a shrimp and Bailey!!!
They didn't know he was reincarnated from a shrimp cocktail waitress with rather large ambitions to work at the Hilton in London. But now his love for parachute pants saved him as the bullet train squashed his fish sticks.
Brandy saw the Kraken attack, Sam sprang into action with Brandy's mother and crocodile behind was actually Bertha's best feature! Bertha and Sam rushed forward except Bertha's rushing was more rushed and she fell over.
Bailey could see the Kraken between Bertha's behind and wondered why he had the whisk and just where was he supposed to shove the whisk!
But the whisk was glowing and so was Brandy as the Kraken stomped forward flattening its stomach to impress the bus load of shrimps who were being taken on a deluxe Kraken spotting adventure tour.
Something was wrong with Bailey. He began to feel an otter was watching him and scaly skin on his body. "What's an otter doing here," said Bailey as he transformed into a butterfly.
This surprised everyone! A 50ft butterfly would!
Slowly his long proboscis started to become Sidney Smartarse, squirrel shaped, attracting all nearby squirrels. who love shrimp flavoured nuts.
Meanwhile, Sam fired again at anything that looked like a threat. But that was getting repetitive, ridiculous and really, really boring, he needed some excitement. so he found the nearest Nuclear power station and threw a tantrum, "Strictly No Visitors". Would that stop him? No!
He quickly pulled out his forged uni ID and thrust his whisk forward in a threatening manner. "Surrender" he shouted
"I'm a student".
The threat was as much use as a Breville toaster in a gimp suit!
"Can I have four thick slices, well done" asked Cheryl at Tesco before realising she was late for her Whisk Appreciation Society meeting at the village hall. Usually it's held at the Whisk Factory which was destroyed by the infamous Belinda Bellworthy, when she'd eaten that vindaloo and phall museli cereal for breakfast and the reaction caused a large build up of highly charged negative energy, leading to a huge volume of charged really negative poo, like a poo that really hates life.
Sam Wisecracker surveyed the scene, smelly as it was, and felt inspired to write a sonnet about his old car bonnet .
Bailey Butterfly faced the Kraken. The Kraken sighed and turned and sneezed. He was allergic to Bailey's aftershave which contained Barbequed shrimp extract. He spewed all over his new shoes.
Belinda Bellworthy liked new shoes so much that she often bought up shoe shops on the Isle of Wight and used the shoes to make a large statue of her elegant and shapely right leg. So she was angry when the buckle on her right false leg came loose and Belinda fell over! Her remaining leg suddenly burst into flames. A regular occurrence but still one that prevented her from becoming too complacent. Eventually the false leg melted causing Belinda to use a javelin for selecting courgettes at her local corner shop. Mr Green the Greengrocer loved Belinda and offered to polish her melons while she rubbed his rhubarb. She could rub so hard that she once wore out her limited edition velvet gloves.
Meanwhile Mr Green, who loved 'rhubarb', was keeping a secret from
{The story so far...}
Bailey's urge had begun, it was a Sunday when he entered the garage, and opened the box hidden under the ruffled pantomime horse costume on loan from Rentaghost. Inside was nothing!
Meanwhile, Bailey's wife, Brandy was holding a knife and an egg cup full of Rat poison which she was intending to add to the soup that she was making for Bailey!
Suddenly a squirrel Jumped in and knocked the potion into the waste disposal, just as Bailey entered and grabbed a sink plunger from the cupboard and said "Exterminate"
Meanwhile, in the depths of the ocean a giant Kraken had swallowed an egg cup And awoke with a terrible yolky rash on its beak.
Bailey saw the dead squirrel, its paw was pointing towards Brandy in an accusing manner. Bailey's hand reached for his gun before he realised that he'd only a whisk in his pocket. He threw it aiming at the octopus emerging 5000 miles away.
A symbiotic relationship with a shrimp, who was called Fred. They both loved the ocean and couldn't stand what man was doing but love will survive.
They gazed at each other just as a whisk flew between the kitchen table and a gigantic crocodile which had just been purchased at Tesco for Brandy's mother's ninetieth birthday as a special surprise since she loved reptilians ever since she tripped over a turtle during her childhood, holding a rubber alligator that she had been trying to feed to her sister as punishment for that time she took her last Rolo. The pain of that memory currently seared through her mind, as she bit the whisk and stood between Brandy and the slavering crocodile, just stopping Bailey and Brandy from ...
falling into a deep and combative fight.
Grabbing the crocodile by the tail, Brandy jumped and hit an Ork, who arrived from a Warcraft convention later than expected because of the police having to break out a new whisk as they broke up the convention.
Whisks were becoming short in supply in Glocca Morra, so short that people had to kneel down to buy them which started a new religion ...
"Kneel low, sweet Whisk of Infinity".chanted a crowd as "The Whisk' revealed itself within a rising wooden plinth of wood, intricately carved in the the shape of a whisk, embelished with tiny egg cups which sadly were stolen by Gonzalez, a short but stocky supermarket employee who wore pink gloves when he attended church because the elderly vicar was really a paint salesman for the dodgy paint factory, where mince pies are made with ingredients from altaranga's secret recipe which includes pink icing sugar ....
... and the juice of seven peeled King Prawns from the lair of the Kraken, who has developed a dust allergy while rising from the sea "It's bends!", shouted the First Aid volunteer who had been in the crowd of worshippers skinny dipping for the fundraiser to support 'Whiskless' families around Peckham.
The kraken crawled nearer...wheezing and sneezing loudly as he crawled towards the city.
The men of Kraken Watch were dedicated to their job. Sam Wisecracker, had loaded paracetamol due to his friend's chronic ineptitude in loading the defence weapons with smelly ammunition, unwittingly creating the first farting dart with Kraken Paracetamol Targetting capability known as "The Fart Dart".
Still the Kraken moved closer until it was within the outer limits of the city when it suddenly realised that it was under attack. Raising its shield, interestingly made from fibreglass, it blasted out a huge unexpected burp followed by fire, burning a hole completely through Sam Wisecraker's regulation boxers and singeing his delicate little posy of scented violets tied together with a shoelace from his boot.
Sam pondered the futility of life as he applied aloe vera to his delicate violet posy as the murderous clouds above suddenly started raining fish with automatic machine guns and hand grenades. Without questioning why, Sam took arms and legs from mannequins that were explosive and threw them at a bus full of shrimps. The Kraken screamed in horror, those were his shrimps and his bus. This was HIS land! His anger rose a beautiful cerise pink with a fishy aftertaste and croutons.
Sam Wisecracker knew what he was hiding in his pants, a Kraken busting weapon which was uncomfortable and yet strangely fragrant. It smelled just like a dog covered in sweet chilli chicken and tasty bonios.
Brandy and Bailey still stood but wanted to sit down. Brandy's mother, Bertha, stood between the living and the dead. She was a medium, though needed a large for trousers. She sensed the Kraken nearby. Sam's hidden weapon burst into life, heading for Bailey's house. Why, his house thought Sam? Nobody understood the link between a kraken, a shrimp and Bailey!!!
They didn't know he was reincarnated from a shrimp cocktail waitress with rather large ambitions to work at the Hilton in London. But now his love for parachute pants saved him as the bullet train squashed his fish sticks.
Brandy saw the Kraken attack, Sam sprang into action with Brandy's mother and crocodile behind was actually Bertha's best feature! Bertha and Sam rushed forward except Bertha's rushing was more rushed and she fell over.
Bailey could see the Kraken between Bertha's behind and wondered why he had the whisk and just where was he supposed to shove the whisk!
But the whisk was glowing and so was Brandy as the Kraken stomped forward flattening its stomach to impress the bus load of shrimps who were being taken on a deluxe Kraken spotting adventure tour.
Something was wrong with Bailey. He began to feel an otter was watching him and scaly skin on his body. "What's an otter doing here," said Bailey as he transformed into a butterfly.
This surprised everyone! A 50ft butterfly would!
Slowly his long proboscis started to become Sidney Smartarse, squirrel shaped, attracting all nearby squirrels. who love shrimp flavoured nuts.
Meanwhile, Sam fired again at anything that looked like a threat. But that was getting repetitive, ridiculous and really, really boring, he needed some excitement. so he found the nearest Nuclear power station and threw a tantrum, "Strictly No Visitors". Would that stop him? No!
He quickly pulled out his forged uni ID and thrust his whisk forward in a threatening manner. "Surrender" he shouted
"I'm a student".
The threat was as much use as a Breville toaster in a gimp suit!
"Can I have four thick slices, well done" asked Cheryl at Tesco before realising she was late for her Whisk Appreciation Society meeting at the village hall. Usually it's held at the Whisk Factory which was destroyed by the infamous Belinda Bellworthy, when she'd eaten that vindaloo and phall museli cereal for breakfast and the reaction caused a large build up of highly charged negative energy, leading to a huge volume of charged really negative poo, like a poo that really hates life.
Sam Wisecracker surveyed the scene, smelly as it was, and felt inspired to write a sonnet about his old car bonnet .
Bailey Butterfly faced the Kraken. The Kraken sighed and turned and sneezed. He was allergic to Bailey's aftershave which contained Barbequed shrimp extract. He spewed all over his new shoes.
Belinda Bellworthy liked new shoes so much that she often bought up shoe shops on the Isle of Wight and used the shoes to make a large statue of her elegant and shapely right leg. So she was angry when the buckle on her right false leg came loose and Belinda fell over! Her remaining leg suddenly burst into flames. A regular occurrence but still one that prevented her from becoming too complacent. Eventually the false leg melted causing Belinda to use a javelin for selecting courgettes at her local corner shop. Mr Green the Greengrocer loved Belinda and offered to polish her melons while she rubbed his rhubarb. She could rub so hard that she once wore out her limited edition velvet gloves.
Meanwhile Mr Green, who loved 'rhubarb', was keeping a secret from
was keeping a secret from
Mr Green, who loved 'rhubarb'
limited edition velvet gloves. Meanwhile
she once wore out her
could rub so hard that
she rubbed his rhubarb. She
to polish her melons while
Greengrocer loved Belinda and offered
corner shop. Mr Green the
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