day to night (three word story)

conZ

evening. THE END!

cartman

is near.......but

OSiriS

is an anacronism

Dun

(acronym in English)

roxy

you saying anachronism ain't a word in English? hmm

Okie

Three word rule??

GoneShootin

then roxy said

GoneShootin

sorry, and the

GoneShootin

story continued.....

Thanx 4 The Fish

blissfully unaware of

Wook

(somebody compile this whack tale so far ? in one post ? I am way to lazy to do it myself :P)

Panda

(i will when the story reaches night time, but feel free)

the spider baby

Thanx 4 The Fish

nibbling on the

Okie

end of his

seamus

elongated tricolour tail

Dr. Loon

professed his undying

Bard

utter pathological hatred

thedrowner

love for spatulas

DapperGent

sweaters, selection boxes

Gordon

and schizophrenic playthings.

Dr. Loon

Then Satan arrived...

Panda

, "whats all this???"

roxy

I was awoken after the rain finally stopped. Jam on my sheets, mmm strawberry jam I thought as I turned over. What's that sound? What's that….glass? It can't be! …gosh…it is…. Vomit! Everywhere!! *Groan. Over broken glass! *what a night*. [sorry but what is with all these asterisks?? - ed] Gasp I remembered. I left my dog under a lot of stress holding the leg of a partygoer. I let rip and bit my vomit-covered glass with tragic consequences. I ran to the bottom of the room but I realised I knew many mathematicians who like dogs which unfortunately requires canine calculations so in dog years I am 175; quite a pickle when you realise that is only middle age for these tortoises that enjoy the company of small jumpers and suddenly a penguin and a cow arrived at the fish farm, rented some lines, and cast out and caught a pretty nymphomaniac mermaid with a pierced sense of logic and an orange for a head which they promptly peeled and ate with nice chianti and some cheeses. The sky darkened and then lightened. Poor graphics, thought the obsessed player who was sat in my pyjamas contemplating his navel. It turned to midday and then exploded in outer space and began orbiting your anus, dutifully crashing back down where it landed, funnily enough., Meanwhile, there came a rabid mongoose with only a smile and a long singing schlong that looked kinda like something my goldfish once hinted about after some sex and a packet of guitar strings, tied round my enormous blood-soaked molar. Tooth extraction focuses the mind but not he way you do when you're yoga-ing unless of course you're yoga-ing with a dentist! WOOF dentist? I wonder where that hot dog vendor is displaying his weiner to that collective cartwheeling lambchop-wielding cow with gun-fearers support group imagining insurance salesman. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... it is just like being in a three-word metaphor for sodomy or a rediculous spelling of ridiculous that doesn't make any sense. Thursday is actually Monday. Hmmm…temporal distortion quoth the camel, nevermore, predictable??? Only oranges can cure terminal yoghurt during a lithium-induced bout of dandruff explosions. My cat ate the dog after an invigorating evening. The END!…is neaar but is an anachronism (acronym in English) you saying anachronism ain't a word in English? Hmm Three word rule??? Then roxy said sorry and the story continued blissfully unaware of the spider baby nibbling on the end of his elongated tricoloured tail, professed his undying pathological hatred for spatulas, sweaters, selection boxes, and schizophrenic playthings. Then Satan arrived…


That's it so far. I have this publisher-friend downtown……

Gordon

... a new sweater?

Panda

"and a pie?"

cartman

what the f*ck

Scruff

! Suddenly, without warning

DapperGent

he sat down

Dr. Loon

looking dejected and...

Thanx 4 The Fish

stood up again