Post by Froix on Nov 29, 2006 2:26:49 GMT
This game's lagging my unit so I'm going to fiddle with the rules. Any complaints or praises for this should be posted at the stickied and entitled Everyone Read thread.
The first paragraphs will stay at the beginning of the thread. It will be updated one paragraph at a time. Participants will now only have to copy the last paragraph and add a word. So join now and leave your mark in the never ending tale of the Band.
Once there wasn't a hunky man who tried hard to jump into Razz's pajamas, but his legs were not nimble like Mr. Pudding's. Then Razz took peck's bow. Having fallen asleep drunkenly and hit with poo by piglet, she was extremely hungover after ravaging a crazy tavern that sported purple spots. The pain was extremely painful.
"How long is that going to hurt?" asked Mr. Pudding while Razz was picking out the whip from her closet. This should feel good when it smacks against her bottom foot and stings, while I try to stick the stick of large gum up the right side of her car doorhandle.
"Crap!" she moaned grumpily.
Mr. Pudding decided that eating Razz's salty and warm nuts was not very appetizing. Instead Razz took Cam's hat with force and pulled his long ears, for good or else! She was contented as she started to dance without putting clothes in the hamper or washing them with her green Dye.
And soon she noticed strange markings on her neck. She went out to the hospital, surprisingly they didn't know who would really want to have such a huge milk tank placed upon a swan. Puzzled she thought 'why wouldn't anyone fly to the Badlands?' Grimly, Dr. Canis replied, shaking off waves of hot paranoia caused by too much I must vote in the Lottery threads, "You are too sexy for those pink burlap shoes. Try something hotter! Maybe leather...it sticks to your hairy neck. Canis thinks for you, this isn't the first time that wombats started jumping jacks on the dorsal fin of dolphins and juggling elephants with pink ears, but that was not true. Except for the fact that those arachnids managed to somehow creep around the rather enormous latrine, drinking some stolen I must vote in the Lottery threads while searching for Mallet's hideous clothes that Razz had worn while vomiting large chunks of carrots and many of the other various nutritious and delicious objects that inhabit taverns."
Canis ran as only a girl who suffers from chronic Diarrhea could. After a quick visit to Corki to receive a double dose of manly Pepto-Bismol which slowly helped block up any leakages, Canis enjoyed this while sitting on someone's rotund nose, squashing everything that resided in the left over space. As llamas are notoriously llama-like, but not very llama-like, they often spit in spittoons. These rebel llamas sauntered into a smoky tavern with little money and lots of cheese. "Hey, pass the large purple centipede-flavored Popsicles or I will shoot Cam square in the knee."
Cam broke Spacey's hair in twelve different places, much less than what he had thought he could. His displeasure was so apparent that Spacey took drastic actions against making cakes burnt to a rigid board. While Cam played Yankee-Doodle on a harmonica, Spacey thought about Corki. Not to be outdone Northie played "Bicycle" on a kazoo, llama-style, while running a marathon through a carwash backward in the Alps. Seeing Corki fart fiercely, Footy flew fabulously face-down in front of a huge ferret, frowning from furrowed forms, forgetting his flavored forceps were frantically fidgeting, he fished five frogs from freezing farms. Frisking fortune freely, he fumbled for fishnet footies, folded fancy free! Flipping forward forcefully, Shoey found four fabulous farriers flailing forty five felines flapping finger from Faile's furrowed frogs.
General George Galloway galloped gingerly, groaning gruffly, glad he got a great gummybear. Giving girlie gingerbread globs to Greg for generating gentle geothermal ghosts, Galloway ground glass gleefully, grinning gaily and grimly gestured gangs. Cam grabbed gracefully gorging gophers gallivanting gregariously as gravely galvanized grey-green gerbils gobbled grapes! Grudgingly gaping and gnawing poo flavored tim-bits, Horn grumbled.
Everybody laughed uproariously at Cam's hickey's colours and blew loud chinchilla-like farts in the vicinity of Corki. Northie, picking sweet raspberries out from underneath a big pastry oozing chocolate and sweet banana-bread, saw liberal looking Cav's tastefully chosen, with large lances used often. However a lurking Danya was totally discombobulated by various methods used rather often. Slowly, Adrian ululated to the newt whom promptly round-house kicked him through the nearby brothel. He picked his teeth with his newly shined scimitar, recently stolen by rabid rabbits who idolised Froix, justifiedly smelly, fanatically. Hence the General ate him slowly yet savoringly. When Glowbug, who is not anyone but people that come romping rapidly inside out of the hot oven baked halfway with MnM's melting in rotting milk.
Archers took tiny bottles of Bandy and guinfintry since their lack of imbibing talents allows them to transfer posts unbeknownst to the unsuspecting MG, who had surprisingly fallen behind. This
The first paragraphs will stay at the beginning of the thread. It will be updated one paragraph at a time. Participants will now only have to copy the last paragraph and add a word. So join now and leave your mark in the never ending tale of the Band.
Once there wasn't a hunky man who tried hard to jump into Razz's pajamas, but his legs were not nimble like Mr. Pudding's. Then Razz took peck's bow. Having fallen asleep drunkenly and hit with poo by piglet, she was extremely hungover after ravaging a crazy tavern that sported purple spots. The pain was extremely painful.
"How long is that going to hurt?" asked Mr. Pudding while Razz was picking out the whip from her closet. This should feel good when it smacks against her bottom foot and stings, while I try to stick the stick of large gum up the right side of her car doorhandle.
"Crap!" she moaned grumpily.
Mr. Pudding decided that eating Razz's salty and warm nuts was not very appetizing. Instead Razz took Cam's hat with force and pulled his long ears, for good or else! She was contented as she started to dance without putting clothes in the hamper or washing them with her green Dye.
And soon she noticed strange markings on her neck. She went out to the hospital, surprisingly they didn't know who would really want to have such a huge milk tank placed upon a swan. Puzzled she thought 'why wouldn't anyone fly to the Badlands?' Grimly, Dr. Canis replied, shaking off waves of hot paranoia caused by too much I must vote in the Lottery threads, "You are too sexy for those pink burlap shoes. Try something hotter! Maybe leather...it sticks to your hairy neck. Canis thinks for you, this isn't the first time that wombats started jumping jacks on the dorsal fin of dolphins and juggling elephants with pink ears, but that was not true. Except for the fact that those arachnids managed to somehow creep around the rather enormous latrine, drinking some stolen I must vote in the Lottery threads while searching for Mallet's hideous clothes that Razz had worn while vomiting large chunks of carrots and many of the other various nutritious and delicious objects that inhabit taverns."
Canis ran as only a girl who suffers from chronic Diarrhea could. After a quick visit to Corki to receive a double dose of manly Pepto-Bismol which slowly helped block up any leakages, Canis enjoyed this while sitting on someone's rotund nose, squashing everything that resided in the left over space. As llamas are notoriously llama-like, but not very llama-like, they often spit in spittoons. These rebel llamas sauntered into a smoky tavern with little money and lots of cheese. "Hey, pass the large purple centipede-flavored Popsicles or I will shoot Cam square in the knee."
Cam broke Spacey's hair in twelve different places, much less than what he had thought he could. His displeasure was so apparent that Spacey took drastic actions against making cakes burnt to a rigid board. While Cam played Yankee-Doodle on a harmonica, Spacey thought about Corki. Not to be outdone Northie played "Bicycle" on a kazoo, llama-style, while running a marathon through a carwash backward in the Alps. Seeing Corki fart fiercely, Footy flew fabulously face-down in front of a huge ferret, frowning from furrowed forms, forgetting his flavored forceps were frantically fidgeting, he fished five frogs from freezing farms. Frisking fortune freely, he fumbled for fishnet footies, folded fancy free! Flipping forward forcefully, Shoey found four fabulous farriers flailing forty five felines flapping finger from Faile's furrowed frogs.
General George Galloway galloped gingerly, groaning gruffly, glad he got a great gummybear. Giving girlie gingerbread globs to Greg for generating gentle geothermal ghosts, Galloway ground glass gleefully, grinning gaily and grimly gestured gangs. Cam grabbed gracefully gorging gophers gallivanting gregariously as gravely galvanized grey-green gerbils gobbled grapes! Grudgingly gaping and gnawing poo flavored tim-bits, Horn grumbled.
Everybody laughed uproariously at Cam's hickey's colours and blew loud chinchilla-like farts in the vicinity of Corki. Northie, picking sweet raspberries out from underneath a big pastry oozing chocolate and sweet banana-bread, saw liberal looking Cav's tastefully chosen, with large lances used often. However a lurking Danya was totally discombobulated by various methods used rather often. Slowly, Adrian ululated to the newt whom promptly round-house kicked him through the nearby brothel. He picked his teeth with his newly shined scimitar, recently stolen by rabid rabbits who idolised Froix, justifiedly smelly, fanatically. Hence the General ate him slowly yet savoringly. When Glowbug, who is not anyone but people that come romping rapidly inside out of the hot oven baked halfway with MnM's melting in rotting milk.
Archers took tiny bottles of Bandy and guinfintry since their lack of imbibing talents allows them to transfer posts unbeknownst to the unsuspecting MG, who had surprisingly fallen behind. This