Post by Amynthis on Jun 17, 2006 21:06:57 GMT -5
Since the one word story has reached it's conclusion, we now have a sequel, and instead of posting one word at a time...you guessed it, we post two words
(Chapter 1:
Once upon a stick was a gigantic hedgehog named Norman. Norman, adored by his mother, decided to get a life by creating golf balls that had cheese pizzas by squashing ice into new and old shapes. Every tuesday and fibonacci hour he might try to sell an electric floor heating thing to twenty thousand squirrels who leaped onto his flying carpet. When Norman was jumping into five thimblefulls of pudding, someone from somewhere said "Hey! This golfball experiment will not proceed, back off from my noun. If this remarkable noun could only become a professional noun verbing adverbally (frankly) my universal antagonistic interaction torture devices then I don't have nouns that make adjective-like sounds. Question the thing!"
Norman considered what someone is alphabetically doing and usually yarning by a spool of sausage-scented noodle-soup-stuff. Killing time, yez, Norman lifted uz and them squirels or some squishy questionable adjectives which always continue to bounce near the noun. Someone overhearing Norman's bizarre activities called an officer who didn’t eat carrots. Tokens that sell for ninety-seven blue colored M&Ms and Sixty-eight billion skittles are required for you to be diabetic for life. This shall be a very ginormous and tiny device that performs impossible xor functions that cannot see Norman and under water(.)
Deciding chaos would be wraught with fun (!), butterflies and Death aretwo main trouble-makers in the espionage of Italy but they didn't get the point! Minus this trickery Morse shoe thing. Anyway, they decided that it'd go nicely without any brussel cheese sausages. Being so, Nigel (new character) appeared bearing ancient streudel that was chinese. Every time a cow sells seashells he/she would detonate a dial that has four-hundred-twenty-six times the number of zeros that are in infinite tokens and zebrae. Eating cheese by the fireside whilst whittling away at giant willow branches. Today he went for Stephanie who had legs the size XL. After thirty pints of stout they decided that things should color up. Stephanie mesmerized Italian killerbees staring under a calculator while demonz leaped (and) infiltrated guys' shorts. The guy with killerbees in his basketball shorts(.) "OUCH!" Bellowed the guy with a quarter on Rich's belly-button ringlet doodad. The guy thought it would be best if he took off a layer of sock fluff made by Norman. Later, many more layers of fuzz ridden badness can accomplish many football yards in less time. Eventually the total amount of string stretched far. So, after pulling the cord Norman fell through a tokens slot at Chuck E. Cheeses where he played host at a party. After I rolled downhill several million times, after eating ten oranges with anti-scurvy toe shields, I asked my doctor for some morphine to kill the Living capitalization in Burlingham he negotiated for more gingerbread women intending mass sugar intake were of age. My plan was extremely narcissistic and selfless unlike to anyone who invisioned time itself. This plan caused devastation and nouns. Statistically nobody wanted to fight death and win because they would live. Anyway, the layers of fuzz quickly dispersed and changed the whole world. After the game everyone wanted to go jump off Jim's Jeep. Like a Virgin and Macarena dancer. But eight rounds later than expected, lacking a misunderstanding and sence, Norman decided to challenge god to a duel, baseball duel and science fiction make all the Russians teleport back to good times. The duel lasted seconds before Norman bit his own tongue which caused the win.)
I'll start the story with--
Chapter two:
(Chapter 1:
Once upon a stick was a gigantic hedgehog named Norman. Norman, adored by his mother, decided to get a life by creating golf balls that had cheese pizzas by squashing ice into new and old shapes. Every tuesday and fibonacci hour he might try to sell an electric floor heating thing to twenty thousand squirrels who leaped onto his flying carpet. When Norman was jumping into five thimblefulls of pudding, someone from somewhere said "Hey! This golfball experiment will not proceed, back off from my noun. If this remarkable noun could only become a professional noun verbing adverbally (frankly) my universal antagonistic interaction torture devices then I don't have nouns that make adjective-like sounds. Question the thing!"
Norman considered what someone is alphabetically doing and usually yarning by a spool of sausage-scented noodle-soup-stuff. Killing time, yez, Norman lifted uz and them squirels or some squishy questionable adjectives which always continue to bounce near the noun. Someone overhearing Norman's bizarre activities called an officer who didn’t eat carrots. Tokens that sell for ninety-seven blue colored M&Ms and Sixty-eight billion skittles are required for you to be diabetic for life. This shall be a very ginormous and tiny device that performs impossible xor functions that cannot see Norman and under water(.)
Deciding chaos would be wraught with fun (!), butterflies and Death aretwo main trouble-makers in the espionage of Italy but they didn't get the point! Minus this trickery Morse shoe thing. Anyway, they decided that it'd go nicely without any brussel cheese sausages. Being so, Nigel (new character) appeared bearing ancient streudel that was chinese. Every time a cow sells seashells he/she would detonate a dial that has four-hundred-twenty-six times the number of zeros that are in infinite tokens and zebrae. Eating cheese by the fireside whilst whittling away at giant willow branches. Today he went for Stephanie who had legs the size XL. After thirty pints of stout they decided that things should color up. Stephanie mesmerized Italian killerbees staring under a calculator while demonz leaped (and) infiltrated guys' shorts. The guy with killerbees in his basketball shorts(.) "OUCH!" Bellowed the guy with a quarter on Rich's belly-button ringlet doodad. The guy thought it would be best if he took off a layer of sock fluff made by Norman. Later, many more layers of fuzz ridden badness can accomplish many football yards in less time. Eventually the total amount of string stretched far. So, after pulling the cord Norman fell through a tokens slot at Chuck E. Cheeses where he played host at a party. After I rolled downhill several million times, after eating ten oranges with anti-scurvy toe shields, I asked my doctor for some morphine to kill the Living capitalization in Burlingham he negotiated for more gingerbread women intending mass sugar intake were of age. My plan was extremely narcissistic and selfless unlike to anyone who invisioned time itself. This plan caused devastation and nouns. Statistically nobody wanted to fight death and win because they would live. Anyway, the layers of fuzz quickly dispersed and changed the whole world. After the game everyone wanted to go jump off Jim's Jeep. Like a Virgin and Macarena dancer. But eight rounds later than expected, lacking a misunderstanding and sence, Norman decided to challenge god to a duel, baseball duel and science fiction make all the Russians teleport back to good times. The duel lasted seconds before Norman bit his own tongue which caused the win.)
I'll start the story with--
Chapter two: