Three word story (forum game)

[idesign]

I'm

bored enough this afternoon to come up with an idea. This is a forum game that can be a lot of fun.

The idea is

to write a story, three (3) words at a time. The rules are:

1. Anyone can post.
2. Three words and three words

only.
3. The words must be grammatically correct, and work with the words posted before it.
4. Punctuation is

fine.
5. You CANNOT post twice in a row, you have to wait for at least one other person to respond.
6. If two

people post simultaneously, the first post takes precedence.

Let's see how long we can keep it going. OK, I'll

start it off...



Just last week

[Rbt]

Just last week

my girlfriend

freaked

[belgareth]

Just last week

my

girlfriend freaked

When I asked

[idesign]

why she looked



(just your

3 words are enough)

[Mtnjim]

so dang tired

[idesign]

after only one

[Bruce]

roll in the

[belgareth]

Dried yellow hay

[Bruce]

"Dude!" she exclaimed,

[idesign]

when did you

[belgareth]

grow all those

[Bruce]

gol danged tentacles?!?"

[idesign]

Heheheh, Belgareth found

[belgareth]

A large sized

[Bruce]

teleportation device hidden

[idesign]

in his fur

[belgareth]

He pulled the

[Bruce]

machine out and

[idesign]

laughed, but suddenly

[Bruce]

he remembered something!

[belgareth]

Looking at the

[Bruce]

expiration date on

[belgareth]

his pet walrus

[idesign]

he felt his

[belgareth]

heart stop beating

[Bruce]

Pet walruses don't

[idesign]

teleport well and



(more

posters please! not a private game!)

[Bruce]

furthermore they don't

[belgareth]

Stay away from

[Bruce]

water in an

[belgareth]

old work boot

[Bruce]

"Hrumph!" he thought

[belgareth]

when his shorts

[Rbt]

rotted out in

[idesign]

the teleporter's controls.

[belgareth]

A strange sound

[Bruce]

alerted him to

[idesign]

Bruce's cross-teleportational

arrival



(c'mon people of L-S! This is not a private story among Mods! Its interesting how you can steer a

story with only three words)

[belgareth]

next Tuesday afternoon

[Rbt]

But wait! There's

[idesign]

someone with him!

[belgareth]

Not only that

[Bruce]

but they're carrying

[idesign]

, beyond all reason,

[belgareth]

bright pink parasols

[Bruce]

What could they

[Rbt]

be thinking! Don't

[idesign]

think pink ink,

[Bruce]

unless you intend

[belgareth]

to begin again

[DrSmellThis]

water in

an

Airtight container but




Greg Edit: great to have you Doc! but you missed a page. You need to

pick up with Bel's last entry...

"to begin again" unless someone beats you to it, in which case you can

pick up from that entry. Cheers!

[terry0400-40]

They produced semen




Greg Edit:

Terry, provocative turn of the story, but does not grammatically follow Bel's entry. I'll restart the

flow...

[idesign]

to begin

again


with all those

[Bruce]

airtight containers containing

[belgareth]

partially fossilized remains

[Rbt]

partially

fossilized remains

of Hostess Twinkies

[Bruce]

"No! Not Hostess

[belgareth]

cried the evil

[Bruce]

Knievel, "Anything but

[idesign]

fried spark plugs!

[belgareth]

Then three little

[Bruce]

pigs walked up.

[Rbt]

Creme-filled pigs!

[Bruce]

"My favorite!" he

[belgareth]

cried with glee

[idesign]

and began to

[Bruce]

sing a joyful

[belgareth]

but naughty song

[idesign]

"threee little

piggieees"




(testing your naughty songwriting skills here) :)

[belgareth]

sitting in a

[Bruce]

trrrreeee.... one fell

[collegedude361]

a kettle with

[belgareth]

big blue barnacles

[idesign]

another fella mettled


(ok

someone, just try to rhyme with "barnacle"!) :)

[Bruce]

with his tarnacles

[belgareth]

was totally unsettled

[Bruce]

about his zarnacles

[idesign]

piggy three then




bravo!

(I think) :)

[belgareth]

took off his

[Bruce]

spectacles, and said:

[belgareth]

Beware the Jabberwocky

[Bruce]

Which was particularly

[idesign]

and, ridiculously, found

[belgareth]

written in sanscrit

[idesign]

with pig-latin footnotes.

[Bruce]

But my

girlfriend....




(Connecting back with the beginning of the story :) )

[idesign]

still freaking, said

[belgareth]

Greg, stop that!

[idesign]

Flummoxed, I said

[belgareth]

That wasn't my

[Bruce]

idea, ya know."

[belgareth]

Bruce caused the

[Rbt]

wienerschitzel to boil

[idesign]

his girlfriend fainted,

[belgareth]

from lack of

[Bruce]

wienerschitzel, and began

[idesign]

to make strange

[belgareth]

loud gurgling sounds

[idesign]

almost as if

[Bruce]

"Wienershnitzel!" she moaned

[belgareth]

as she pressed

[Rbt]

sauerkraut between her

[Bruce]

lingenberries. "Oh my...

[belgareth]

That's so wet

[idesign]

"Where's Rbt?" she

[Bruce]

cooed knowingly and

[belgareth]

shuddered in anticipation

[idesign]

as sunset bathed

[belgareth]

her soft and

[DrSmellThis]

her

soft and

rancid liverwurst or

[idesign]

candied panties, until

[belgareth]

the baklava arrived.

[idesign]

That's when Doc,

[Rbt]

posing as Rbt,

[belgareth]

took the last

[idesign]

of her preserved

[Rbt]

cherries! OH MY

[belgareth]

Then the phone

[Bruce]

rang. It was

[idesign]

the girlfriend's phone,

[belgareth]

hidden in her

[Rbt]

edible crotchless panties.

[idesign]

Who's girlfriend is

[belgareth]

barred from the

[Rbt]

drive through line

[DrSmellThis]

At idesign's house

[Bruce]

"Well, that's a

[belgareth]

sorry thing to

[idesign]

drive up to!

[Rbt]

[continuing quote](")Seeing as how

[belgareth]

DrSmellThis has already

[Bruce]

disrobed in public,

[idesign]

and his large

[belgareth]

hairy feet had

[Bruce]

distracted by-passers from

[Rbt]

noticing that the

[belgareth]

girls had not

[Bruce]

remembered to don

[idesign]

scissorhands. Then, when

[Bruce]

they least expected

[belgareth]

she loudly and

[Rbt]

proudly yelled

"pseudomicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis!"

[belgareth]

baffling everybody in

[idesign]

earshot. Everyone knows

[belgareth]

the uses of

[Bruce]

of that disease!

[idesign]

It turns your

[belgareth]

ears bright blue

[Bruce]

and that's only

[Rbt]

AFTER the inside

[belgareth]

began to metamorph

[Bruce]

into something akin

[idesign]

to baklava without

[belgareth]

becoming quite crisp

[Bruce]

"Enough said!" said

[belgareth]

the warthog's wife

[Rbt]

while she picked

[idesign]

pistachios, and snorted.

[Rbt]

Later that day

[belgareth]

the girls began

[Bruce]

to laugh hysterically.

[Rbt]

My photograph was

[belgareth]

taken while I

[idesign]

stupidly staring skyward,

[Bruce]

got kneed in

[belgareth]

the worst possible

[idesign]

intersection of ideas.

[Rbt]

"Kumquat!" I yelled,

[Bruce]

"Kumquat?!?" she wrote.

[belgareth]

Kumquat?!?" he asked

[Bruce]

"Why the heck

[belgareth]

don't we all

[Bruce]

go fishing for

[idesign]

bigger fruit, like

[Bruce]

Kumquat, Papaya or

[belgareth]

coconut creme pie

[idesign]

lusciously hooked upon

[Bruce]

dreams that only

[belgareth]

happen in real

[Bruce]

time." So, I

[Rbt]

grabbed ahold of

[Bruce]

the unfortunately nearby

[belgareth]

little blue smurf

[idesign]

who was trying

[belgareth]

to unbuckle his

[Rbt]

bastard sword sheath

[Bruce]

"Taste my Steel!"

[idesign]

he squeaked as

[belgareth]

he tripped over

[idesign]

the Queen's jewels.

[Bruce]

"The Queen's Jewels?!?"

[belgareth]

asked the huge

[Bruce]

small dwarf as

[Rbt]

everyone then realized

[belgareth]

time had stopped

[Bruce]

"Well, ain't that

[belgareth]

a trifle unsettling?

[idesign]

"No". Time is

[belgareth]

no where near

[Bruce]

as unsettling as

[belgareth]

the last of

[idesign]

the first bit

[Bruce]

or the first

[belgareth]

of the last

[Rbt]

bit. But bite

[idesign]

off a chunk

[Bruce]

of time and

[belgareth]

savor the flavor

[idesign]

spit the pits

[Bruce]

and love every

[Rbt]

squishy, oozing, dripping

[DrSmellThis]

Kumquat you eat.

[idesign]

And if you

[belgareth]

Don't swallow the

[Rbt]

bait, it tastes

[idesign]

sweeter than any

[Bruce]

thing I've ever

[belgareth]

scraped from the

[Rbt]

underside of my

[Bruce]

tushy! But then

[Rbt]

tushy! But

then

(Bruce: I don't wanna know....)


Along Came Jones

[idesign]

to help Bruce

[belgareth]

they all stopped

[Bruce]

scraping their tushies

[idesign]

to squeeze kumquats.

[Rbt]

Meanwhile, unbenknownst to

[belgareth]

the last few

[idesign]

tushie-scrapers, the kumquats

[belgareth]

had begun to

[Bruce]

scrape *their* tushies!

[idesign]

O M G !!!!

[belgareth]

the Pope cried

[Rbt]

in Latin. "Ich

[idesign]

deus mei, furthermore

[Bruce]

even *my* tushy

[idesign]

started to feel

[Bruce]

a little gamy

[belgareth]

and then Amy

[Bruce]

aka Irma La

[Rbt]

La La grabbed

[idesign]

her tatatas suggestively

[Bruce]

which of course

[idesign]

scrapes the imagination

[Rbt]

"Circle the wagons!"

[Bruce]

cried Sarge. "Here

[Rbt]

come the giant

[Bruce]

squid with their

[belgareth]

long, thin, yellow

[Rbt]

green, blue, chartreuse,

[Bruce]

and even pink