carry on the story with just three words only

That's all folks!

Just got in.

Right...I'm ready..........Hello....Hello......

boltonbonce wrote:Just got in.

Right...I'm ready..........Hello....Hello......

Sorry bonce. Might start a new one out some guides in. I thought it did alright getting 8 pages in i thought everyone would think"fuck that! "

y2johnny wrote:

boltonbonce wrote:Just got in.

Right...I'm ready..........Hello....Hello......

Sorry bonce. Might start a new one out some guides in. I thought it did alright getting 8 pages in  i thought everyone would think"fuck that! "

Was good fun last night in all fairness Johnny.

karlypants wrote:

y2johnny wrote:

boltonbonce wrote:Just got in.

Right...I'm ready..........Hello....Hello......

Sorry bonce. Might start a new one out some guides in. I thought it did alright getting 8 pages in  i thought everyone would think"fuck that! "

Was good fun last night in all fairness Johnny.

One of my better ideas

here is the story so far.  it doesn't read too bad.  we can carry the story on if anyone wants to, but if we do check to make sure once you've posted that nobody has beat you to the punch and edit your post to try and make it read a bit better.


if your not wanting to join in then don't write random bollocks like "End of Story" to throw it off.



One day, there Was a (wo)man... Who was very Large breasted and Full of shit.
 
She didn't have Hair on her head but her delta of venus looked like a Phil mitchell impersonator.
 
 
She met a very unpleasant end When a man called Magoo offered A very large financial incentive if She just did What good sheep apparently enjoy if You just stick your hand in.
 
she wears wellies And had a Unique feature that was 3 inches shorter than her But taller than
 her oddly shaped burnt fanny bits Caused by her sitting on a Chair made of unfeasibly over heated Cod fillets.
 
She underestimated the strength of her dildo Which was shaped bizarrely enough like Sir Bruce Forsyth after a run-in... With an extraordinarily Super hero named The incredible Boggers.
 
Big Boy Bukkake Decided she would Take it up as a hobby and use her discount card from The pound Shop to pay for A big huge whopping, great big set of vibrating luminous orange knickers.
 
Battered like a North sea haddock like Tyson Fury's favourite Friday Tea She then went shitting like a Which he always Shitted real good in the pillow.
 
my head hurts when I stick It in the bottom of KP Bottom it hurt a bag of Puppies. For some Strange reason but noone bummed me... Until they did.
 
Then he got A magic wand Stuck up Johnny. 
 
then came a One legged jockey riding a Ostrich Who also bummed magoo wearing a Sheep costume.
 
Then the boat sank Just off the Isle of Mull Where rod hull when you need Him can always Dress as santa In exchange for A big emu With six legs And three knobs Of finest butter and a partridge Called Alan.
 
So, Johnny is gay As in happy but only when Nat lets him Fondle her wonky Shelving that house up his arse Nal memorabilia.
 
Why Do you need  That much shite Smothered on your Pancakes.
 
I asked For brown sauce But instead got Fanny fluff on Brown toast.
 
Suddenly my Brucie chin Started to grow Showing that I Had hit puberty At a very very old age Inappropriate moment that Nobody wanted to be the one To tell Bonce That his big Massive huge mammoth was in fact Only an elephant That he stole From michael Jackson from Billy Smart And stuck it In his garage  Next to his Old joke books written by the Ancient Greek scholars In their prime And her,yes a Brucie pseudonym One of many including Tash Whittam And more surprisingly The male businesswoman Has a lovely But singed and very well worn Copy of the Quran which she Never read but Burnt like her Toast always is.
 
In another city There were three wise old women Who loved to chat on fora With very strange West Indian nuns who smoked weed Out of bongs made out of Sausage skins that Were shaped like Magoo caramelising himself which he did To lube up his favourite sheep He called nordave That he has shackled to his Waist as to aid easy access To its 'arris.
 
which looked like It had been Tash whittams face after she shaved With a rusty and blunt grater From ikea.
 
She Then went to A brothel called the clunge inn that tripadvisor rated that she take End of story Or is it?
 

Big day today In nats history class at college As today they have decided to Show each other An aardvark dressed Up in a Second world war Uniform that was Very ill fitting because Aardvarks have Massive balls that Dangle so low They look like Nats boobs but More like testicles And less hairy.

It might just be my tiny mind but that properly made me laugh out loud. Very funny.

Bwfc1958 wrote:

It might just be my tiny mind but that properly made me laugh out loud. Very funny.

to be fair i think it went quite well considering.  

I think it's even better when you don't think too much about the 3 words you are going to post!

karlypants wrote:I think it's even better when you don't think too much about the 3 words you are going to post!

you made that evident with your contributions

Freud would have a field day.

wanderlust wrote:Freud would have a field day.

The weatherman?

i thought he was inside?

Just got in,and fell about laughing on reading that. We'll have to make this a regular item. Well done.

Looked like someone was desperate to steer the story back towards Nats wonky tits.

Had a good laugh reading this again.  Is it really seven years?

Shall we start another one?

Norpig wrote:Shall we start another one?

It's worth considering.

boltonbonce wrote:

Norpig wrote:Shall we start another one?

It's worth considering.

Yes, why not?

karlypants wrote:

Yes, why not?

I'm borderline defecaloesiophobic.