Forum Game - Neverending Story

shenanigans

disassociate

themselves

with

any

particular

place

mats.

Religion

especially

the

odious

Scientologists

frequently

encapsulate

kittens

bellowing

into

microphones

dressed

provocatively

Time for another recap of the exciting Story So Far...

"Many years ago, a hairy baby and their manager went scuba diving in underpants instead of touring with Elbow. Both met some jolly elves with tambourines playing irritatingly catchy tunes

Suddenly the heaven-sent opportunity to leave skywards happened

Look! Who has plundered their Doritos? Surely they [were] locked away in case they got stolen?

This incident was unprecedented because an extreme snowboarding accident left the snowboarder crippled and hungry.

However, a girl who realised that the snowboarder was Makka Pakka [ran?] quickly across the snow-covered buildings which smelled of pizza and antiseptic.

When suddenly a cookie jar fell from above the cuckoo clock. "Holy Moly!", said Guy, lowering standards like mad."

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The girl with amazing boobs looked inquisitively into Guy's toaster.

"There appears to be Doritos stuck in your toaster, " cried the hairy baby.

"Wow" exclaimed Makka Pakka "It's burning my Ogpog severely! What a disaster."

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the Pontipines realised winter sports hadn't ever caused such flatulence. It may be intestinal issues causing this embarrassing condition but nevertheless it was extraordinary gas. Meanwhile, down wind, unbelievably, a crowd gathered to purchase the remaining gas.

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Soon afterwards, unbeknownst to the massed, disgruntled onlookers, ciabattas aplenty yearned for some sense of direction or purpose.

"Crikey!" yelled Guy whilst masturbating furiously playing seductively on the bongos with much panache, coupled with a sensitive tremble.

Twiddling knobs under the plastic table he suddenly felt euphoric. Balsamic dressing oozed from his {insert word of own choice here!] every year around autumnal equinox.

Wherever cucumber is present. Herbacious shenanigans disassociate themselves with any particular place mats. Religion, especially the odious Scientologists frequently encapsulate kittens bellowing into microphones dressed povocatively.

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"Nurse! He's off again"

Well. Makes sense to me Hilarious recap as always though, well done Mr W.

Guy

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