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"EVERYBODYs STORY"

Ok then people of SR!!
I want you all to join in with this story.
We each do a few sentences of the story till we have an epic:

Here u go:

The room was slowly filling with deadly gas, each man stood for their army and were...

You all wrong the ants died already!

Ouch!

"And it's Vai, not Via"

"Okay sweetcheeks, by the way, I think that the cheese-grater needs sterilising"




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Meanwhile back at the ranch, Rhett and Blanche had settled their differences.

"I must apologise again for my tantrum Rhett, but you know that I like to look good for my clients"

"That's okay sugar, I forgive you, Mr Via is a very important client to use." Replied Rhett, whilst laying out the rack.

"He does have some strange fetishes though.


Have you washed the hampsters yet?"



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FM perused the recent posts, wondering if he really was as out of touch as he had suspected he was, and came to the conclusion that he really was. Which was ok with him, really. He didn't mind.

Meanwhile, in the skies of Filey, Steve Penk hovered high above the crowds in his newly invented hovercar.
"The world will again bow down to me, just after I finishing scripting TV Nightmares 14. Hahahahahahaha"



meka_dragon PQMS8/00

vai wrote:
> and vai laughs at everyone, who is then attacked and ripped to
> pieces.

vai wakes up, relises it was a dream, then goes off looking for a cheap prostitute.

And Grix could not be bothered.

Rhett was not amused. "I paid good money for those, Blanche!" he snarled.

Blanche turned, and with a toss of her straggled hair, and marched out onto the veranda.

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But back at the ranch Blanche was having serious problems.

"Why can I not get these damn curling tongs to work?" She cried in frustration, and threw them to the floor.

The cheap plastic cracked upon impact, and Blanche knew she'd never be able to use her tongs again....


meka_dragon PQMS8/00