Three Word Story

For all your silly time-killing forum games.

Moderators: jestingrabbit, Moderators General, Prelates

shirosuzume
Posts: 11
Joined: Wed Sep 21, 2011 1:56 pm UTC

Re: Three Word Story

Postby shirosuzume » Tue Jan 17, 2012 1:01 am UTC

"Hello. Welcome to cjmcjmcjmcjm's ugly house, the only house where octopi can be eaten whole."

With these words, my newlywed host offered me three glasses of beer. I accepted, but found swallowing difficult because my uvula is on fire.

T'is the end. It is nigh. We are doomed! The Grues incoming, ready the lamps, fetch the towels!

Thus ended the tense-confused tale that began when Ninetales' dapper visage farted and died.

To be continued...

Seven days after, I found myself playing a game of fizzbin against my only true bottle of champagne. The champagne said, "drink me please." True as it said, I drank the tempting wine only to find it much too sour, like a old wet trout. Disappointment I felt when its acidic lava singe my subject-verb agreements! I grabbed beer and some cards and more beer. I drank beer in debilitating boredom with Sean Quixote's noble steed that hit my face in the wall while Pink played quietly. Feeling paranoid as Marvin ate your cat, you stabbed him with your penis.Then you realized you were horny without any hope of winning some delicious poon-tang. Jacking with a chainsaw was painfully necessary, but Superman had no qualms with the green donkey, which you won in a game of Flying Spaghetti Pong, and you ate the dice. But the dice were already ticking. The ticking distracted me from the painful buzzing sound in my penis.

You wouldn't think

User avatar
Adam H
Posts: 1267
Joined: Thu Jun 16, 2011 6:36 pm UTC

Re: Three Word Story

Postby Adam H » Tue Jan 24, 2012 10:16 pm UTC

"Hello. Welcome to cjmcjmcjmcjm's ugly house, the only house where octopi can be eaten whole."

With these words, my newlywed host offered me three glasses of beer. I accepted, but found swallowing difficult because my uvula is on fire.

T'is the end. It is nigh. We are doomed! The Grues incoming, ready the lamps, fetch the towels!

Thus ended the tense-confused tale that began when Ninetales' dapper visage farted and died.

To be continued...

Seven days after, I found myself playing a game of fizzbin against my only true bottle of champagne. The champagne said, "drink me please." True as it said, I drank the tempting wine only to find it much too sour, like a old wet trout. Disappointment I felt when its acidic lava singe my subject-verb agreements! I grabbed beer and some cards and more beer. I drank beer in debilitating boredom with Sean Quixote's noble steed that hit my face in the wall while Pink played quietly. Feeling paranoid as Marvin ate your cat, you stabbed him with your penis.Then you realized you were horny without any hope of winning some delicious poon-tang. Jacking with a chainsaw was painfully necessary, but Superman had no qualms with the green donkey, which you won in a game of Flying Spaghetti Pong, and you ate the dice. But the dice were already ticking. The ticking distracted me from the painful buzzing sound in my penis.

You wouldn't think a buzzing sound
-Adam

User avatar
Chewbaccawacca
Posts: 141
Joined: Sun Jan 30, 2011 1:14 am UTC
Location: The Great Green Pacific Northwest! ....of the United States! .....of America!

Re: Three Word Story

Postby Chewbaccawacca » Tue Jan 31, 2012 1:43 am UTC

"Hello. Welcome to cjmcjmcjmcjm's ugly house, the only house where octopi can be eaten whole."

With these words, my newlywed host offered me three glasses of beer. I accepted, but found swallowing difficult because my uvula is on fire.

T'is the end. It is nigh. We are doomed! The Grues incoming, ready the lamps, fetch the towels!

Thus ended the tense-confused tale that began when Ninetales' dapper visage farted and died.

To be continued...

Seven days after, I found myself playing a game of fizzbin against my only true bottle of champagne. The champagne said, "drink me please." True as it said, I drank the tempting wine only to find it much too sour, like a old wet trout. Disappointment I felt when its acidic lava singe my subject-verb agreements! I grabbed beer and some cards and more beer. I drank beer in debilitating boredom with Sean Quixote's noble steed that hit my face in the wall while Pink played quietly. Feeling paranoid as Marvin ate your cat, you stabbed him with your penis.Then you realized you were horny without any hope of winning some delicious poon-tang. Jacking with a chainsaw was painfully necessary, but Superman had no qualms with the green donkey, which you won in a game of Flying Spaghetti Pong, and you ate the dice. But the dice were already ticking. The ticking distracted me from the painful buzzing sound in my penis.

You wouldn't think a buzzing sound could undo the
Not all who wander ar...blah blah blah, basically I want to be cool like Aragorn.

User avatar
Kromix
Posts: 288
Joined: Thu Mar 25, 2010 7:26 pm UTC
Location: DFW, Great State of Texas

Re: Three Word Story

Postby Kromix » Tue Mar 06, 2012 10:23 pm UTC

"Hello. Welcome to cjmcjmcjmcjm's ugly house, the only house where octopi can be eaten whole."

With these words, my newlywed host offered me three glasses of beer. I accepted, but found swallowing difficult because my uvula is on fire.

T'is the end. It is nigh. We are doomed! The Grues incoming, ready the lamps, fetch the towels!

Thus ended the tense-confused tale that began when Ninetales' dapper visage farted and died.

To be continued...

Seven days after, I found myself playing a game of fizzbin against my only true bottle of champagne. The champagne said, "drink me please." True as it said, I drank the tempting wine only to find it much too sour, like a old wet trout. Disappointment I felt when its acidic lava singe my subject-verb agreements! I grabbed beer and some cards and more beer. I drank beer in debilitating boredom with Sean Quixote's noble steed that hit my face in the wall while Pink played quietly. Feeling paranoid as Marvin ate your cat, you stabbed him with your penis.Then you realized you were horny without any hope of winning some delicious poon-tang. Jacking with a chainsaw was painfully necessary, but Superman had no qualms with the green donkey, which you won in a game of Flying Spaghetti Pong, and you ate the dice. But the dice were already ticking. The ticking distracted me from the painful buzzing sound in my penis.

You wouldn't think a buzzing sound could undo the farts made by
Image
Click Me! <---- Click There! :)
Spoiler:
Image

User avatar
Sean Quixote
Posts: 229
Joined: Tue Sep 14, 2010 1:20 am UTC
Location: Ubeki-beki-beki-beki-stan-stan

Re: Three Word Story

Postby Sean Quixote » Sat Apr 28, 2012 8:19 pm UTC

"Hello. Welcome to cjmcjmcjmcjm's ugly house, the only house where octopi can be eaten whole."

With these words, my newlywed host offered me three glasses of beer. I accepted, but found swallowing difficult because my uvula is on fire.

T'is the end. It is nigh. We are doomed! The Grues incoming, ready the lamps, fetch the towels!

Thus ended the tense-confused tale that began when Ninetales' dapper visage farted and died.

To be continued...

Seven days after, I found myself playing a game of fizzbin against my only true bottle of champagne. The champagne said, "drink me please." True as it said, I drank the tempting wine only to find it much too sour, like a old wet trout. Disappointment I felt when its acidic lava singe my subject-verb agreements! I grabbed beer and some cards and more beer. I drank beer in debilitating boredom with Sean Quixote's noble steed that hit my face in the wall while Pink played quietly. Feeling paranoid as Marvin ate your cat, you stabbed him with your penis.Then you realized you were horny without any hope of winning some delicious poon-tang. Jacking with a chainsaw was painfully necessary, but Superman had no qualms with the green donkey, which you won in a game of Flying Spaghetti Pong, and you ate the dice. But the dice were already ticking. The ticking distracted me from the painful buzzing sound in my penis.

You wouldn't think a buzzing sound could undo the farts made by eating so many

User avatar
patzer
Posts: 432
Joined: Fri Mar 30, 2012 5:48 pm UTC
Contact:

Re: Three Word Story

Postby patzer » Tue May 01, 2012 10:42 pm UTC

"Hello. Welcome to cjmcjmcjmcjm's ugly house, the only house where octopi can be eaten whole."

With these words, my newlywed host offered me three glasses of beer. I accepted, but found swallowing difficult because my uvula is on fire.

T'is the end. It is nigh. We are doomed! The Grues incoming, ready the lamps, fetch the towels!

Thus ended the tense-confused tale that began when Ninetales' dapper visage farted and died.

To be continued...

Seven days after, I found myself playing a game of fizzbin against my only true bottle of champagne. The champagne said, "drink me please." True as it said, I drank the tempting wine only to find it much too sour, like a old wet trout. Disappointment I felt when its acidic lava singe my subject-verb agreements! I grabbed beer and some cards and more beer. I drank beer in debilitating boredom with Sean Quixote's noble steed that hit my face in the wall while Pink played quietly. Feeling paranoid as Marvin ate your cat, you stabbed him with your penis.Then you realized you were horny without any hope of winning some delicious poon-tang. Jacking with a chainsaw was painfully necessary, but Superman had no qualms with the green donkey, which you won in a game of Flying Spaghetti Pong, and you ate the dice. But the dice were already ticking. The ticking distracted me from the painful buzzing sound in my penis.

You wouldn't think a buzzing sound could undo the farts made by eating so many human beings in
If it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, we have at least to consider the possibility that we have a small aquatic bird of the family Anatidae on our hands. –Douglas Adams

User avatar
Sean Quixote
Posts: 229
Joined: Tue Sep 14, 2010 1:20 am UTC
Location: Ubeki-beki-beki-beki-stan-stan

Re: Three Word Story

Postby Sean Quixote » Fri May 04, 2012 1:36 am UTC

"Hello. Welcome to cjmcjmcjmcjm's ugly house, the only house where octopi can be eaten whole."

With these words, my newlywed host offered me three glasses of beer. I accepted, but found swallowing difficult because my uvula is on fire.

T'is the end. It is nigh. We are doomed! The Grues incoming, ready the lamps, fetch the towels!

Thus ended the tense-confused tale that began when Ninetales' dapper visage farted and died.

To be continued...

Seven days after, I found myself playing a game of fizzbin against my only true bottle of champagne. The champagne said, "drink me please." True as it said, I drank the tempting wine only to find it much too sour, like a old wet trout. Disappointment I felt when its acidic lava singe my subject-verb agreements! I grabbed beer and some cards and more beer. I drank beer in debilitating boredom with Sean Quixote's noble steed that hit my face in the wall while Pink played quietly. Feeling paranoid as Marvin ate your cat, you stabbed him with your penis.Then you realized you were horny without any hope of winning some delicious poon-tang. Jacking with a chainsaw was painfully necessary, but Superman had no qualms with the green donkey, which you won in a game of Flying Spaghetti Pong, and you ate the dice. But the dice were already ticking. The ticking distracted me from the painful buzzing sound in my penis.

You wouldn't think a buzzing sound could undo the farts made by eating so many human beings in a single sitting.

User avatar
darknut
Posts: 228
Joined: Wed Aug 25, 2010 8:40 am UTC
Location: here

Re: Three Word Story

Postby darknut » Fri May 04, 2012 1:51 am UTC

"Hello. Welcome to cjmcjmcjmcjm's ugly house, the only house where octopi can be eaten whole."

With these words, my newlywed host offered me three glasses of beer. I accepted, but found swallowing difficult because my uvula is on fire.

T'is the end. It is nigh. We are doomed! The Grues incoming, ready the lamps, fetch the towels!

Thus ended the tense-confused tale that began when Ninetales' dapper visage farted and died.

To be continued...

Seven days after, I found myself playing a game of fizzbin against my only true bottle of champagne. The champagne said, "drink me please." True as it said, I drank the tempting wine only to find it much too sour, like a old wet trout. Disappointment I felt when its acidic lava singe my subject-verb agreements! I grabbed beer and some cards and more beer. I drank beer in debilitating boredom with Sean Quixote's noble steed that hit my face in the wall while Pink played quietly. Feeling paranoid as Marvin ate your cat, you stabbed him with your penis.Then you realized you were horny without any hope of winning some delicious poon-tang. Jacking with a chainsaw was painfully necessary, but Superman had no qualms with the green donkey, which you won in a game of Flying Spaghetti Pong, and you ate the dice. But the dice were already ticking. The ticking distracted me from the painful buzzing sound in my penis.

You wouldn't think a buzzing sound could undo the farts made by eating so many human beings in a single sitting. The buzzing caused
poxic wrote: Take a source of light and cook it up until it lases -- now you have a laser.

User avatar
Sean Quixote
Posts: 229
Joined: Tue Sep 14, 2010 1:20 am UTC
Location: Ubeki-beki-beki-beki-stan-stan

Re: Three Word Story

Postby Sean Quixote » Fri May 04, 2012 2:20 am UTC

"Hello. Welcome to cjmcjmcjmcjm's ugly house, the only house where octopi can be eaten whole."

With these words, my newlywed host offered me three glasses of beer. I accepted, but found swallowing difficult because my uvula is on fire.

T'is the end. It is nigh. We are doomed! The Grues incoming, ready the lamps, fetch the towels!

Thus ended the tense-confused tale that began when Ninetales' dapper visage farted and died.

To be continued...

Seven days after, I found myself playing a game of fizzbin against my only true bottle of champagne. The champagne said, "drink me please." True as it said, I drank the tempting wine only to find it much too sour, like a old wet trout. Disappointment I felt when its acidic lava singe my subject-verb agreements! I grabbed beer and some cards and more beer. I drank beer in debilitating boredom with Sean Quixote's noble steed that hit my face in the wall while Pink played quietly. Feeling paranoid as Marvin ate your cat, you stabbed him with your penis.Then you realized you were horny without any hope of winning some delicious poon-tang. Jacking with a chainsaw was painfully necessary, but Superman had no qualms with the green donkey, which you won in a game of Flying Spaghetti Pong, and you ate the dice. But the dice were already ticking. The ticking distracted me from the painful buzzing sound in my penis.

You wouldn't think a buzzing sound could undo the farts made by eating so many human beings in a single sitting. The buzzing caused me to become

User avatar
Wnderer
Posts: 640
Joined: Wed Feb 03, 2010 9:10 pm UTC

Re: Three Word Story

Postby Wnderer » Sat May 05, 2012 2:56 pm UTC

With these words, my newlywed host offered me three glasses of beer. I accepted, but found swallowing difficult because my uvula is on fire.

T'is the end. It is nigh. We are doomed! The Grues incoming, ready the lamps, fetch the towels!

Thus ended the tense-confused tale that began when Ninetales' dapper visage farted and died.

To be continued...

Seven days after, I found myself playing a game of fizzbin against my only true bottle of champagne. The champagne said, "drink me please." True as it said, I drank the tempting wine only to find it much too sour, like a old wet trout. Disappointment I felt when its acidic lava singe my subject-verb agreements! I grabbed beer and some cards and more beer. I drank beer in debilitating boredom with Sean Quixote's noble steed that hit my face in the wall while Pink played quietly. Feeling paranoid as Marvin ate your cat, you stabbed him with your penis.Then you realized you were horny without any hope of winning some delicious poon-tang. Jacking with a chainsaw was painfully necessary, but Superman had no qualms with the green donkey, which you won in a game of Flying Spaghetti Pong, and you ate the dice. But the dice were already ticking. The ticking distracted me from the painful buzzing sound in my penis.

You wouldn't think a buzzing sound could undo the farts made by eating so many human beings in a single sitting. The buzzing caused me to become sleepy. The End

User avatar
Sean Quixote
Posts: 229
Joined: Tue Sep 14, 2010 1:20 am UTC
Location: Ubeki-beki-beki-beki-stan-stan

Re: Three Word Story

Postby Sean Quixote » Thu May 10, 2012 3:48 am UTC

"Hello. Welcome to cjmcjmcjmcjm's ugly house, the only house where octopi can be eaten whole."

With these words, my newlywed host offered me three glasses of beer. I accepted, but found swallowing difficult because my uvula is on fire.

T'is the end. It is nigh. We are doomed! The Grues incoming, ready the lamps, fetch the towels!

Thus ended the tense-confused tale that began when Ninetales' dapper visage farted and died.

To be continued...

Seven days after, I found myself playing a game of fizzbin against my only true bottle of champagne. The champagne said, "drink me please." True as it said, I drank the tempting wine only to find it much too sour, like a old wet trout. Disappointment I felt when its acidic lava singe my subject-verb agreements! I grabbed beer and some cards and more beer. I drank beer in debilitating boredom with Sean Quixote's noble steed that hit my face in the wall while Pink played quietly. Feeling paranoid as Marvin ate your cat, you stabbed him with your penis.Then you realized you were horny without any hope of winning some delicious poon-tang. Jacking with a chainsaw was painfully necessary, but Superman had no qualms with the green donkey, which you won in a game of Flying Spaghetti Pong, and you ate the dice. But the dice were already ticking. The ticking distracted me from the painful buzzing sound in my penis.

You wouldn't think a buzzing sound could undo the farts made by eating so many human beings in a single sitting. The buzzing caused me to become sleepy. The End came quickly, but

User avatar
cjmcjmcjmcjm
Posts: 1158
Joined: Tue Jan 05, 2010 5:15 am UTC
Location: Anywhere the internet is strong

Re: Three Word Story

Postby cjmcjmcjmcjm » Thu May 10, 2012 5:48 am UTC

"Hello. Welcome to cjmcjmcjmcjm's ugly house, the only house where octopi can be eaten whole."

With these words, my newlywed host offered me three glasses of beer. I accepted, but found swallowing difficult because my uvula is on fire.

T'is the end. It is nigh. We are doomed! The Grues incoming, ready the lamps, fetch the towels!

Thus ended the tense-confused tale that began when Ninetales' dapper visage farted and died.

To be continued...

Seven days after, I found myself playing a game of fizzbin against my only true bottle of champagne. The champagne said, "drink me please." True as it said, I drank the tempting wine only to find it much too sour, like a old wet trout. Disappointment I felt when its acidic lava singe my subject-verb agreements! I grabbed beer and some cards and more beer. I drank beer in debilitating boredom with Sean Quixote's noble steed that hit my face in the wall while Pink played quietly. Feeling paranoid as Marvin ate your cat, you stabbed him with your penis.Then you realized you were horny without any hope of winning some delicious poon-tang. Jacking with a chainsaw was painfully necessary, but Superman had no qualms with the green donkey, which you won in a game of Flying Spaghetti Pong, and you ate the dice. But the dice were already ticking. The ticking distracted me from the painful buzzing sound in my penis.

You wouldn't think a buzzing sound could undo the farts made by eating so many human beings in a single sitting. The buzzing caused me to become sleepy. The End came quickly, but Endermen weren't hungry.
frezik wrote:Anti-photons move at the speed of dark

DemonDeluxe wrote:Paying to have laws written that allow you to do what you want, is a lot cheaper than paying off the judge every time you want to get away with something shady.

User avatar
BlackHatSupport
Posts: 38
Joined: Mon Nov 08, 2010 6:34 pm UTC
Location: Wherever you aren't.

Re: Three Word Story

Postby BlackHatSupport » Fri Jun 15, 2012 3:31 pm UTC

"Hello. Welcome to cjmcjmcjmcjm's ugly house, the only house where octopi can be eaten whole."

With these words, my newlywed host offered me three glasses of beer. I accepted, but found swallowing difficult because my uvula is on fire.

T'is the end. It is nigh. We are doomed! The Grues incoming, ready the lamps, fetch the towels!

Thus ended the tense-confused tale that began when Ninetales' dapper visage farted and died.

To be continued...

Seven days after, I found myself playing a game of fizzbin against my only true bottle of champagne. The champagne said, "drink me please." True as it said, I drank the tempting wine only to find it much too sour, like a old wet trout. Disappointment I felt when its acidic lava singe my subject-verb agreements! I grabbed beer and some cards and more beer. I drank beer in debilitating boredom with Sean Quixote's noble steed that hit my face in the wall while Pink played quietly. Feeling paranoid as Marvin ate your cat, you stabbed him with your penis.Then you realized you were horny without any hope of winning some delicious poon-tang. Jacking with a chainsaw was painfully necessary, but Superman had no qualms with the green donkey, which you won in a game of Flying Spaghetti Pong, and you ate the dice. But the dice were already ticking. The ticking distracted me from the painful buzzing sound in my penis.

You wouldn't think a buzzing sound could undo the farts made by eating so many human beings in a single sitting. The buzzing caused me to become sleepy. The End came quickly, but Endermen weren't hungry.

But the grues
Avenger_7 wrote:You are entitled to your opinion though. Even though it's wrong.

User avatar
patzer
Posts: 432
Joined: Fri Mar 30, 2012 5:48 pm UTC
Contact:

Re: Three Word Story

Postby patzer » Mon Oct 01, 2012 6:55 pm UTC

"Hello. Welcome to cjmcjmcjmcjm's ugly house, the only house where octopi can be eaten whole."

With these words, my newlywed host offered me three glasses of beer. I accepted, but found swallowing difficult because my uvula is on fire.

T'is the end. It is nigh. We are doomed! The Grues incoming, ready the lamps, fetch the towels!

Thus ended the tense-confused tale that began when Ninetales' dapper visage farted and died.

To be continued...

Seven days after, I found myself playing a game of fizzbin against my only true bottle of champagne. The champagne said, "drink me please." True as it said, I drank the tempting wine only to find it much too sour, like a old wet trout. Disappointment I felt when its acidic lava singe my subject-verb agreements! I grabbed beer and some cards and more beer. I drank beer in debilitating boredom with Sean Quixote's noble steed that hit my face in the wall while Pink played quietly. Feeling paranoid as Marvin ate your cat, you stabbed him with your penis.Then you realized you were horny without any hope of winning some delicious poon-tang. Jacking with a chainsaw was painfully necessary, but Superman had no qualms with the green donkey, which you won in a game of Flying Spaghetti Pong, and you ate the dice. But the dice were already ticking. The ticking distracted me from the painful buzzing sound in my penis.

You wouldn't think a buzzing sound could undo the farts made by eating so many human beings in a single sitting. The buzzing caused me to become sleepy. The End came quickly, but Endermen weren't hungry.

But the grues had unexpectedly vanished
If it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, we have at least to consider the possibility that we have a small aquatic bird of the family Anatidae on our hands. –Douglas Adams

User avatar
cjmcjmcjmcjm
Posts: 1158
Joined: Tue Jan 05, 2010 5:15 am UTC
Location: Anywhere the internet is strong

Re: Three Word Story

Postby cjmcjmcjmcjm » Wed Oct 03, 2012 1:58 am UTC

"Hello. Welcome to cjmcjmcjmcjm's ugly house, the only house where octopi can be eaten whole."

With these words, my newlywed host offered me three glasses of beer. I accepted, but found swallowing difficult because my uvula is on fire.

T'is the end. It is nigh. We are doomed! The Grues incoming, ready the lamps, fetch the towels!

Thus ended the tense-confused tale that began when Ninetales' dapper visage farted and died.

To be continued...

Seven days after, I found myself playing a game of fizzbin against my only true bottle of champagne. The champagne said, "drink me please." True as it said, I drank the tempting wine only to find it much too sour, like a old wet trout. Disappointment I felt when its acidic lava singe my subject-verb agreements! I grabbed beer and some cards and more beer. I drank beer in debilitating boredom with Sean Quixote's noble steed that hit my face in the wall while Pink played quietly. Feeling paranoid as Marvin ate your cat, you stabbed him with your penis.Then you realized you were horny without any hope of winning some delicious poon-tang. Jacking with a chainsaw was painfully necessary, but Superman had no qualms with the green donkey, which you won in a game of Flying Spaghetti Pong, and you ate the dice. But the dice were already ticking. The ticking distracted me from the painful buzzing sound in my penis.

You wouldn't think a buzzing sound could undo the farts made by eating so many human beings in a single sitting. The buzzing caused me to become sleepy. The End came quickly, but Endermen weren't hungry.

But the grues had unexpectedly vanished, ending the chapter.
frezik wrote:Anti-photons move at the speed of dark

DemonDeluxe wrote:Paying to have laws written that allow you to do what you want, is a lot cheaper than paying off the judge every time you want to get away with something shady.

User avatar
flicky1991
Like in Cinderella?
Posts: 779
Joined: Fri Feb 11, 2011 3:36 pm UTC
Location: London

Re: Three Word Story

Postby flicky1991 » Wed Oct 03, 2012 7:42 pm UTC

"Hello. Welcome to cjmcjmcjmcjm's ugly house, the only house where octopi can be eaten whole."

With these words, my newlywed host offered me three glasses of beer. I accepted, but found swallowing difficult because my uvula is on fire.

T'is the end. It is nigh. We are doomed! The Grues incoming, ready the lamps, fetch the towels!

Thus ended the tense-confused tale that began when Ninetales' dapper visage farted and died.

To be continued...

Seven days after, I found myself playing a game of fizzbin against my only true bottle of champagne. The champagne said, "drink me please." True as it said, I drank the tempting wine only to find it much too sour, like a old wet trout. Disappointment I felt when its acidic lava singe my subject-verb agreements! I grabbed beer and some cards and more beer. I drank beer in debilitating boredom with Sean Quixote's noble steed that hit my face in the wall while Pink played quietly. Feeling paranoid as Marvin ate your cat, you stabbed him with your penis.Then you realized you were horny without any hope of winning some delicious poon-tang. Jacking with a chainsaw was painfully necessary, but Superman had no qualms with the green donkey, which you won in a game of Flying Spaghetti Pong, and you ate the dice. But the dice were already ticking. The ticking distracted me from the painful buzzing sound in my penis.

You wouldn't think a buzzing sound could undo the farts made by eating so many human beings in a single sitting. The buzzing caused me to become sleepy. The End came quickly, but Endermen weren't hungry.

But the grues had unexpectedly vanished, ending the chapter.

"Part Three: In
any pronouns
----
avatar from chridd
----
Forum Games Discord
(tell me if link doesn't work)

User avatar
Asmodieus
Posts: 188
Joined: Fri Aug 01, 2008 5:16 pm UTC
Location: Ardis
Contact:

Re: Three Word Story

Postby Asmodieus » Wed Oct 03, 2012 10:10 pm UTC

"Hello. Welcome to cjmcjmcjmcjm's ugly house, the only house where octopi can be eaten whole."

With these words, my newlywed host offered me three glasses of beer. I accepted, but found swallowing difficult because my uvula is on fire.

T'is the end. It is nigh. We are doomed! The Grues incoming, ready the lamps, fetch the towels!

Thus ended the tense-confused tale that began when Ninetales' dapper visage farted and died.

To be continued...

Seven days after, I found myself playing a game of fizzbin against my only true bottle of champagne. The champagne said, "drink me please." True as it said, I drank the tempting wine only to find it much too sour, like a old wet trout. Disappointment I felt when its acidic lava singe my subject-verb agreements! I grabbed beer and some cards and more beer. I drank beer in debilitating boredom with Sean Quixote's noble steed that hit my face in the wall while Pink played quietly. Feeling paranoid as Marvin ate your cat, you stabbed him with your penis.Then you realized you were horny without any hope of winning some delicious poon-tang. Jacking with a chainsaw was painfully necessary, but Superman had no qualms with the green donkey, which you won in a game of Flying Spaghetti Pong, and you ate the dice. But the dice were already ticking. The ticking distracted me from the painful buzzing sound in my penis.

You wouldn't think a buzzing sound could undo the farts made by eating so many human beings in a single sitting. The buzzing caused me to become sleepy. The End came quickly, but Endermen weren't hungry.

But the grues had unexpectedly vanished, ending the chapter.

"Part Three: In the brilliant sun
Tillian wrote:Yeah, but the polar bears get more territorial during the summer, so we have to stay indoors.

User avatar
flicky1991
Like in Cinderella?
Posts: 779
Joined: Fri Feb 11, 2011 3:36 pm UTC
Location: London

Re: Three Word Story

Postby flicky1991 » Thu Oct 04, 2012 6:10 am UTC

"Hello. Welcome to cjmcjmcjmcjm's ugly house, the only house where octopi can be eaten whole."

With these words, my newlywed host offered me three glasses of beer. I accepted, but found swallowing difficult because my uvula is on fire.

T'is the end. It is nigh. We are doomed! The Grues incoming, ready the lamps, fetch the towels!

Thus ended the tense-confused tale that began when Ninetales' dapper visage farted and died.

To be continued...

Seven days after, I found myself playing a game of fizzbin against my only true bottle of champagne. The champagne said, "drink me please." True as it said, I drank the tempting wine only to find it much too sour, like a old wet trout. Disappointment I felt when its acidic lava singe my subject-verb agreements! I grabbed beer and some cards and more beer. I drank beer in debilitating boredom with Sean Quixote's noble steed that hit my face in the wall while Pink played quietly. Feeling paranoid as Marvin ate your cat, you stabbed him with your penis.Then you realized you were horny without any hope of winning some delicious poon-tang. Jacking with a chainsaw was painfully necessary, but Superman had no qualms with the green donkey, which you won in a game of Flying Spaghetti Pong, and you ate the dice. But the dice were already ticking. The ticking distracted me from the painful buzzing sound in my penis.

You wouldn't think a buzzing sound could undo the farts made by eating so many human beings in a single sitting. The buzzing caused me to become sleepy. The End came quickly, but Endermen weren't hungry.

But the grues had unexpectedly vanished, ending the chapter.

"Part Three: In the brilliant sun tower"

A man
any pronouns
----
avatar from chridd
----
Forum Games Discord
(tell me if link doesn't work)

User avatar
cjmcjmcjmcjm
Posts: 1158
Joined: Tue Jan 05, 2010 5:15 am UTC
Location: Anywhere the internet is strong

Re: Three Word Story

Postby cjmcjmcjmcjm » Fri Oct 05, 2012 10:20 pm UTC

"Hello. Welcome to cjmcjmcjmcjm's ugly house, the only house where octopi can be eaten whole."

With these words, my newlywed host offered me three glasses of beer. I accepted, but found swallowing difficult because my uvula is on fire.

T'is the end. It is nigh. We are doomed! The Grues incoming, ready the lamps, fetch the towels!

Thus ended the tense-confused tale that began when Ninetales' dapper visage farted and died.

To be continued...

Seven days after, I found myself playing a game of fizzbin against my only true bottle of champagne. The champagne said, "drink me please." True as it said, I drank the tempting wine only to find it much too sour, like a old wet trout. Disappointment I felt when its acidic lava singe my subject-verb agreements! I grabbed beer and some cards and more beer. I drank beer in debilitating boredom with Sean Quixote's noble steed that hit my face in the wall while Pink played quietly. Feeling paranoid as Marvin ate your cat, you stabbed him with your penis.Then you realized you were horny without any hope of winning some delicious poon-tang. Jacking with a chainsaw was painfully necessary, but Superman had no qualms with the green donkey, which you won in a game of Flying Spaghetti Pong, and you ate the dice. But the dice were already ticking. The ticking distracted me from the painful buzzing sound in my penis.

You wouldn't think a buzzing sound could undo the farts made by eating so many human beings in a single sitting. The buzzing caused me to become sleepy. The End came quickly, but Endermen weren't hungry.

But the grues had unexpectedly vanished, ending the chapter.

"Part Three: In the brilliant sun tower"

A man pooped his pants
frezik wrote:Anti-photons move at the speed of dark

DemonDeluxe wrote:Paying to have laws written that allow you to do what you want, is a lot cheaper than paying off the judge every time you want to get away with something shady.

User avatar
patzer
Posts: 432
Joined: Fri Mar 30, 2012 5:48 pm UTC
Contact:

Re: Three Word Story

Postby patzer » Fri Oct 05, 2012 10:32 pm UTC

"Hello. Welcome to cjmcjmcjmcjm's ugly house, the only house where octopi can be eaten whole."

With these words, my newlywed host offered me three glasses of beer. I accepted, but found swallowing difficult because my uvula is on fire.

T'is the end. It is nigh. We are doomed! The Grues incoming, ready the lamps, fetch the towels!

Thus ended the tense-confused tale that began when Ninetales' dapper visage farted and died.

To be continued...

Seven days after, I found myself playing a game of fizzbin against my only true bottle of champagne. The champagne said, "drink me please." True as it said, I drank the tempting wine only to find it much too sour, like a old wet trout. Disappointment I felt when its acidic lava singe my subject-verb agreements! I grabbed beer and some cards and more beer. I drank beer in debilitating boredom with Sean Quixote's noble steed that hit my face in the wall while Pink played quietly. Feeling paranoid as Marvin ate your cat, you stabbed him with your penis.Then you realized you were horny without any hope of winning some delicious poon-tang. Jacking with a chainsaw was painfully necessary, but Superman had no qualms with the green donkey, which you won in a game of Flying Spaghetti Pong, and you ate the dice. But the dice were already ticking. The ticking distracted me from the painful buzzing sound in my penis.

You wouldn't think a buzzing sound could undo the farts made by eating so many human beings in a single sitting. The buzzing caused me to become sleepy. The End came quickly, but Endermen weren't hungry.

But the grues had unexpectedly vanished, ending the chapter.

"Part Three: In the brilliant sun tower"

A man pooped his pants beside a large
If it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, we have at least to consider the possibility that we have a small aquatic bird of the family Anatidae on our hands. –Douglas Adams

User avatar
themovingthing
Posts: 1
Joined: Sat Oct 06, 2012 5:30 am UTC

Re: Three Word Story

Postby themovingthing » Sat Oct 06, 2012 6:13 am UTC

"Hello. Welcome to cjmcjmcjmcjm's ugly house, the only house where octopi can be eaten whole."

With these words, my newlywed host offered me three glasses of beer. I accepted, but found swallowing difficult because my uvula is on fire.

T'is the end. It is nigh. We are doomed! The Grues incoming, ready the lamps, fetch the towels!

Thus ended the tense-confused tale that began when Ninetales' dapper visage farted and died.

To be continued...

Seven days after, I found myself playing a game of fizzbin against my only true bottle of champagne. The champagne said, "drink me please." True as it said, I drank the tempting wine only to find it much too sour, like a old wet trout. Disappointment I felt when its acidic lava singe my subject-verb agreements! I grabbed beer and some cards and more beer. I drank beer in debilitating boredom with Sean Quixote's noble steed that hit my face in the wall while Pink played quietly. Feeling paranoid as Marvin ate your cat, you stabbed him with your penis.Then you realized you were horny without any hope of winning some delicious poon-tang. Jacking with a chainsaw was painfully necessary, but Superman had no qualms with the green donkey, which you won in a game of Flying Spaghetti Pong, and you ate the dice. But the dice were already ticking. The ticking distracted me from the painful buzzing sound in my penis.

You wouldn't think a buzzing sound could undo the farts made by eating so many human beings in a single sitting. The buzzing caused me to become sleepy. The End came quickly, but Endermen weren't hungry.

But the grues had unexpectedly vanished, ending the chapter.

"Part Three: In the brilliant sun tower"

A man pooped his pants beside a large oak. Squinting upwards,

User avatar
flicky1991
Like in Cinderella?
Posts: 779
Joined: Fri Feb 11, 2011 3:36 pm UTC
Location: London

Re: Three Word Story

Postby flicky1991 » Sat Oct 06, 2012 9:12 am UTC

"Hello. Welcome to cjmcjmcjmcjm's ugly house, the only house where octopi can be eaten whole."

With these words, my newlywed host offered me three glasses of beer. I accepted, but found swallowing difficult because my uvula is on fire.

T'is the end. It is nigh. We are doomed! The Grues incoming, ready the lamps, fetch the towels!

Thus ended the tense-confused tale that began when Ninetales' dapper visage farted and died.

To be continued...

Seven days after, I found myself playing a game of fizzbin against my only true bottle of champagne. The champagne said, "drink me please." True as it said, I drank the tempting wine only to find it much too sour, like a old wet trout. Disappointment I felt when its acidic lava singe my subject-verb agreements! I grabbed beer and some cards and more beer. I drank beer in debilitating boredom with Sean Quixote's noble steed that hit my face in the wall while Pink played quietly. Feeling paranoid as Marvin ate your cat, you stabbed him with your penis.Then you realized you were horny without any hope of winning some delicious poon-tang. Jacking with a chainsaw was painfully necessary, but Superman had no qualms with the green donkey, which you won in a game of Flying Spaghetti Pong, and you ate the dice. But the dice were already ticking. The ticking distracted me from the painful buzzing sound in my penis.

You wouldn't think a buzzing sound could undo the farts made by eating so many human beings in a single sitting. The buzzing caused me to become sleepy. The End came quickly, but Endermen weren't hungry.

But the grues had unexpectedly vanished, ending the chapter.

"Part Three: In the brilliant sun tower"

A man pooped his pants beside a large sculpture of sexual
any pronouns
----
avatar from chridd
----
Forum Games Discord
(tell me if link doesn't work)

princysharma1990
Posts: 0
Joined: Mon Oct 08, 2012 4:51 am UTC

Re: Three Word Story

Postby princysharma1990 » Mon Oct 08, 2012 5:20 am UTC

"Hello. Welcome to cjmcjmcjmcjm's ugly house, the only house where octopi can be eaten whole."

With these words, my newlywed host offered me three glasses of beer. I accepted, but found swallowing difficult because my uvula is on fire.

T'is the end. It is nigh. We are doomed! The Grues incoming, ready the lamps, fetch the towels!

Thus ended the tense-confused tale that began when Ninetales' dapper visage farted and died.

To be continued...

Seven days after, I found myself playing a game of fizzbin against my only true bottle of champagne. The champagne said, "drink me please." True as it said, I drank the tempting wine only to find it much too sour, like a old wet trout. Disappointment I felt when its acidic lava singe my subject-verb agreements! I grabbed beer and some cards and more beer. I drank beer in debilitating boredom with Sean Quixote's noble steed that hit my face in the wall while Pink played quietly. Feeling paranoid as Marvin ate your cat, you stabbed him with your penis.Then you realized you were horny without any hope of winning some delicious poon-tang. Jacking with a chainsaw was painfully necessary, but Superman had no qualms with the green donkey, which you won in a game of Flying Spaghetti Pong, and you ate the dice. But the dice were already ticking. The ticking distracted me from the painful buzzing sound in my penis.

You wouldn't think a buzzing sound could undo the farts made by eating so many human beings in a single sitting. The buzzing caused me to become sleepy. The End came quickly, but Endermen weren't hungry.

But the grues had unexpectedly vanished, ending the chapter.

"Part Three: In the brilliant sun tower"

A man pooped his pants beside a large sculpture of sexual abuse and violence.

User avatar
flicky1991
Like in Cinderella?
Posts: 779
Joined: Fri Feb 11, 2011 3:36 pm UTC
Location: London

Re: Three Word Story

Postby flicky1991 » Thu Oct 11, 2012 4:20 pm UTC

"Hello. Welcome to cjmcjmcjmcjm's ugly house, the only house where octopi can be eaten whole."

With these words, my newlywed host offered me three glasses of beer. I accepted, but found swallowing difficult because my uvula is on fire.

T'is the end. It is nigh. We are doomed! The Grues incoming, ready the lamps, fetch the towels!

Thus ended the tense-confused tale that began when Ninetales' dapper visage farted and died.

To be continued...

Seven days after, I found myself playing a game of fizzbin against my only true bottle of champagne. The champagne said, "drink me please." True as it said, I drank the tempting wine only to find it much too sour, like a old wet trout. Disappointment I felt when its acidic lava singe my subject-verb agreements! I grabbed beer and some cards and more beer. I drank beer in debilitating boredom with Sean Quixote's noble steed that hit my face in the wall while Pink played quietly. Feeling paranoid as Marvin ate your cat, you stabbed him with your penis.Then you realized you were horny without any hope of winning some delicious poon-tang. Jacking with a chainsaw was painfully necessary, but Superman had no qualms with the green donkey, which you won in a game of Flying Spaghetti Pong, and you ate the dice. But the dice were already ticking. The ticking distracted me from the painful buzzing sound in my penis.

You wouldn't think a buzzing sound could undo the farts made by eating so many human beings in a single sitting. The buzzing caused me to become sleepy. The End came quickly, but Endermen weren't hungry.

But the grues had unexpectedly vanished, ending the chapter.

"Part Three: In the brilliant sun tower"

A man pooped his pants beside a large sculpture of sexual abuse and violence. It was rated
any pronouns
----
avatar from chridd
----
Forum Games Discord
(tell me if link doesn't work)

User avatar
marionic
Posts: 8
Joined: Sat Sep 22, 2012 10:03 am UTC
Location: England, UK, Earth

Re: Three Word Story

Postby marionic » Sun Oct 14, 2012 9:13 am UTC

"Hello. Welcome to cjmcjmcjmcjm's ugly house, the only house where octopi can be eaten whole."

With these words, my newlywed host offered me three glasses of beer. I accepted, but found swallowing difficult because my uvula is on fire.

T'is the end. It is nigh. We are doomed! The Grues incoming, ready the lamps, fetch the towels!

Thus ended the tense-confused tale that began when Ninetales' dapper visage farted and died.

To be continued...

Seven days after, I found myself playing a game of fizzbin against my only true bottle of champagne. The champagne said, "drink me please." True as it said, I drank the tempting wine only to find it much too sour, like a old wet trout. Disappointment I felt when its acidic lava singe my subject-verb agreements! I grabbed beer and some cards and more beer. I drank beer in debilitating boredom with Sean Quixote's noble steed that hit my face in the wall while Pink played quietly. Feeling paranoid as Marvin ate your cat, you stabbed him with your penis.Then you realized you were horny without any hope of winning some delicious poon-tang. Jacking with a chainsaw was painfully necessary, but Superman had no qualms with the green donkey, which you won in a game of Flying Spaghetti Pong, and you ate the dice. But the dice were already ticking. The ticking distracted me from the painful buzzing sound in my penis.

You wouldn't think a buzzing sound could undo the farts made by eating so many human beings in a single sitting. The buzzing caused me to become sleepy. The End came quickly, but Endermen weren't hungry.

But the grues had unexpectedly vanished, ending the chapter.

"Part Three: In the brilliant sun tower"

A man pooped his pants beside a large sculpture of sexual abuse and violence. It was rated "banned for content".
Image

User avatar
cjmcjmcjmcjm
Posts: 1158
Joined: Tue Jan 05, 2010 5:15 am UTC
Location: Anywhere the internet is strong

Re: Three Word Story

Postby cjmcjmcjmcjm » Mon Oct 15, 2012 4:33 am UTC

"Hello. Welcome to cjmcjmcjmcjm's ugly house, the only house where octopi can be eaten whole."

With these words, my newlywed host offered me three glasses of beer. I accepted, but found swallowing difficult because my uvula is on fire.

T'is the end. It is nigh. We are doomed! The Grues incoming, ready the lamps, fetch the towels!

Thus ended the tense-confused tale that began when Ninetales' dapper visage farted and died.

To be continued...

Seven days after, I found myself playing a game of fizzbin against my only true bottle of champagne. The champagne said, "drink me please." True as it said, I drank the tempting wine only to find it much too sour, like a old wet trout. Disappointment I felt when its acidic lava singe my subject-verb agreements! I grabbed beer and some cards and more beer. I drank beer in debilitating boredom with Sean Quixote's noble steed that hit my face in the wall while Pink played quietly. Feeling paranoid as Marvin ate your cat, you stabbed him with your penis.Then you realized you were horny without any hope of winning some delicious poon-tang. Jacking with a chainsaw was painfully necessary, but Superman had no qualms with the green donkey, which you won in a game of Flying Spaghetti Pong, and you ate the dice. But the dice were already ticking. The ticking distracted me from the painful buzzing sound in my penis.

You wouldn't think a buzzing sound could undo the farts made by eating so many human beings in a single sitting. The buzzing caused me to become sleepy. The End came quickly, but Endermen weren't hungry.

But the grues had unexpectedly vanished, ending the chapter.

"Part Three: In the brilliant sun tower"

A man pooped his pants beside a large sculpture of sexual abuse and violence. It was rated "banned for content", much like Reddit
frezik wrote:Anti-photons move at the speed of dark

DemonDeluxe wrote:Paying to have laws written that allow you to do what you want, is a lot cheaper than paying off the judge every time you want to get away with something shady.

User avatar
flicky1991
Like in Cinderella?
Posts: 779
Joined: Fri Feb 11, 2011 3:36 pm UTC
Location: London

Re: Three Word Story

Postby flicky1991 » Mon Oct 15, 2012 7:26 am UTC

"Hello. Welcome to cjmcjmcjmcjm's ugly house, the only house where octopi can be eaten whole."

With these words, my newlywed host offered me three glasses of beer. I accepted, but found swallowing difficult because my uvula is on fire.

T'is the end. It is nigh. We are doomed! The Grues incoming, ready the lamps, fetch the towels!

Thus ended the tense-confused tale that began when Ninetales' dapper visage farted and died.

To be continued...

Seven days after, I found myself playing a game of fizzbin against my only true bottle of champagne. The champagne said, "drink me please." True as it said, I drank the tempting wine only to find it much too sour, like a old wet trout. Disappointment I felt when its acidic lava singe my subject-verb agreements! I grabbed beer and some cards and more beer. I drank beer in debilitating boredom with Sean Quixote's noble steed that hit my face in the wall while Pink played quietly. Feeling paranoid as Marvin ate your cat, you stabbed him with your penis.Then you realized you were horny without any hope of winning some delicious poon-tang. Jacking with a chainsaw was painfully necessary, but Superman had no qualms with the green donkey, which you won in a game of Flying Spaghetti Pong, and you ate the dice. But the dice were already ticking. The ticking distracted me from the painful buzzing sound in my penis.

You wouldn't think a buzzing sound could undo the farts made by eating so many human beings in a single sitting. The buzzing caused me to become sleepy. The End came quickly, but Endermen weren't hungry.

But the grues had unexpectedly vanished, ending the chapter.

"Part Three: In the brilliant sun tower"

A man pooped his pants beside a large sculpture of sexual abuse and violence. It was rated "banned for content", much like Reddit, Facebook, Google, xkcd,
any pronouns
----
avatar from chridd
----
Forum Games Discord
(tell me if link doesn't work)

User avatar
marionic
Posts: 8
Joined: Sat Sep 22, 2012 10:03 am UTC
Location: England, UK, Earth

Re: Three Word Story

Postby marionic » Mon Oct 15, 2012 10:33 am UTC

"Hello. Welcome to cjmcjmcjmcjm's ugly house, the only house where octopi can be eaten whole."

With these words, my newlywed host offered me three glasses of beer. I accepted, but found swallowing difficult because my uvula is on fire.

T'is the end. It is nigh. We are doomed! The Grues incoming, ready the lamps, fetch the towels!

Thus ended the tense-confused tale that began when Ninetales' dapper visage farted and died.

To be continued...

Seven days after, I found myself playing a game of fizzbin against my only true bottle of champagne. The champagne said, "drink me please." True as it said, I drank the tempting wine only to find it much too sour, like a old wet trout. Disappointment I felt when its acidic lava singe my subject-verb agreements! I grabbed beer and some cards and more beer. I drank beer in debilitating boredom with Sean Quixote's noble steed that hit my face in the wall while Pink played quietly. Feeling paranoid as Marvin ate your cat, you stabbed him with your penis.Then you realized you were horny without any hope of winning some delicious poon-tang. Jacking with a chainsaw was painfully necessary, but Superman had no qualms with the green donkey, which you won in a game of Flying Spaghetti Pong, and you ate the dice. But the dice were already ticking. The ticking distracted me from the painful buzzing sound in my penis.

You wouldn't think a buzzing sound could undo the farts made by eating so many human beings in a single sitting. The buzzing caused me to become sleepy. The End came quickly, but Endermen weren't hungry.

But the grues had unexpectedly vanished, ending the chapter.

"Part Three: In the brilliant sun tower"

A man pooped his pants beside a large sculpture of sexual abuse and violence. It was rated "banned for content", much like Reddit, Facebook, Google, xkcd, and Sex Quest!
Image


Return to “Forum Games”

Who is online

Users browsing this forum: addams, Nayuta_Ito and 40 guests