Mike Works presents: Let's not mess with other threads ever again
- Thread starter Mike Works
- Start date
- Status
BobFromPikeCreek
Member
Oh shit I just ejaculated.
MisterHero
Super Member
hey let's screw this once a day crap and make a comic strip thread that any gaffer can contribute to and that are tied together linearly with a story
Red Scarlet
Member
MisterHero said:
:lol toaster.
Copycat_Wannabe
Member
I LOLed at the toaster storyline, so awsome.
Mermandala
Member
The Family Circuits
"Who was just in the kitchen fucking the toaster?" -- "NOT ME!"
"Who was just in the kitchen fucking the toaster?" -- "NOT ME!"
Mike Works
Member
MisterHero
Super Member
Woah betrayalton
on all sides
:lol :lol :lol
on all sides
:lol :lol :lol
Mike Works
Member
Day 2 - Make A Story, With A Twist
Alright, so you know that game where someone posts a sentence, and then the next person adds another one after that, and the next person does the same, ultimately creating a story? We're going to do that today, with one exception.
Instead of adding your own line after the previous person's, you can add your sentence ANYWHERE in the story you want. Before the last sentence added. After it. A different paragraph.
I think this should be cool, like everyone editing a Wikipedia article at once right after someone dies. Except with even less factual information.
So, I'll start off with a sentence and then next person can add one either before or after it. There's only ONE RULE to today's game: you can't post twice in a row. You guys can totally post continually in this thread all day, updating the story, but you always have to wait until at least one person adds a line until you can post your next one. Here's the first sentence:
Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from.
Alright, so you know that game where someone posts a sentence, and then the next person adds another one after that, and the next person does the same, ultimately creating a story? We're going to do that today, with one exception.
Instead of adding your own line after the previous person's, you can add your sentence ANYWHERE in the story you want. Before the last sentence added. After it. A different paragraph.
I think this should be cool, like everyone editing a Wikipedia article at once right after someone dies. Except with even less factual information.
So, I'll start off with a sentence and then next person can add one either before or after it. There's only ONE RULE to today's game: you can't post twice in a row. You guys can totally post continually in this thread all day, updating the story, but you always have to wait until at least one person adds a line until you can post your next one. Here's the first sentence:
Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from.
Mike Works
Member
(you're supposed to copy and paste the previous post into your reply, then add your sentence wherever you want. so, pretend this sentence that you're reading and the one before it aren't here, and whoever posts next, copy the following text and add your sentence to it):
Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. But it tasted good all the same.
Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. But it tasted good all the same.
Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. But it tasted good all the same. Having had nothing to eat for the past few days, its meager nutritional value would not stop the hunger pangs for long.
Jessica Alba laughed as she watched Jessica Biel sink into the depths of the lake.
Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. Nor, after seeing the head, was she still sure it was a hot dog. But it tasted good all the same.
Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. Nor, after seeing the head, was she still sure it was a hot dog. But it tasted good all the same.
Mike Works
Member
Jessica Alba laughed as she watched Jessica Biel sink into the depths of the lake. Little did she know that wasn't the last she would see of Zombie Jessica Biel.
Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. Nor, after seeing the head, was she still sure it was a hot dog. But it tasted good all the same.
Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. Nor, after seeing the head, was she still sure it was a hot dog. But it tasted good all the same.
Mike Works
Member
Because of how ridiculous this idea is, some sentences are bound to get lost because of people posting really quickly. The great thing is that thanks to the 'add sentence anywhere' structure, if this does happen, you can just post again re-adding your sentence!PolyGone said:
It's going to be a clusterfuck, and that's exactly what I want to see.
Jessica Alba laughed as she watched Jessica Biel sink into the depths of the lake. Little did she know that wasn't the last she would see of Zombie Jessica Biel.
Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. Nor, after seeing the head, was she still sure it was a hot dog. But it tasted good all the same.
"You forgot my line of coke, you jerk!" came a voice down the hall.
Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. Nor, after seeing the head, was she still sure it was a hot dog. But it tasted good all the same.
"You forgot my line of coke, you jerk!" came a voice down the hall.
Mike Works
Member
Superman folded his arms as he stood next to the sexy starlet. Jessica Alba laughed as she watched Jessica Biel sink into the depths of the lake. Little did she know that wasn't the last she would see of Zombie Jessica Biel.
Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. Nor, after seeing the head, was she still sure it was a hot dog. But it tasted good all the same.
"You forgot my line of coke, you jerk!" came a voice down the hall.
Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. Nor, after seeing the head, was she still sure it was a hot dog. But it tasted good all the same.
"You forgot my line of coke, you jerk!" came a voice down the hall.
Superman folded his arms as he stood next to the sexy starlet. Jessica Alba laughed as she watched Jessica Biel sink into the depths of the lake. Little did she know that wasn't the last she would see of Zombie Jessica Biel.
Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. Nor, after seeing the head, was she still sure it was a hot dog. But it tasted good all the same.
"You forgot my line of coke, you jerk!" came a voice down the hall. "How am I supposed to eat like a cannibal if I'm not high as a kite?"
Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. Nor, after seeing the head, was she still sure it was a hot dog. But it tasted good all the same.
"You forgot my line of coke, you jerk!" came a voice down the hall. "How am I supposed to eat like a cannibal if I'm not high as a kite?"
Mike Works
Member
Superman folded his arms as he stood next to the sexy starlet. Jessica Alba laughed as she watched Jessica Biel sink into the depths of the lake. Little did she know that wasn't the last she would see of Zombie Jessica Biel.
Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. Nor, after seeing the head, was she still sure it was a hot dog. But it tasted good all the same.
"You forgot my line of coke, you jerk!" came a voice down the hall. "How am I supposed to eat like a cannibal if I'm not high as a kite?"
"You should of thought of that before you ate that busload of Mexican tourists you son of a bitch," retorted the president of the United States.
Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. Nor, after seeing the head, was she still sure it was a hot dog. But it tasted good all the same.
"You forgot my line of coke, you jerk!" came a voice down the hall. "How am I supposed to eat like a cannibal if I'm not high as a kite?"
"You should of thought of that before you ate that busload of Mexican tourists you son of a bitch," retorted the president of the United States.
Superman folded his arms as he stood next to the sexy starlet. Jessica Alba laughed as she watched Jessica Biel sink into the depths of the lake. Little did she know that wasn't the last she would see of Zombie Jessica Biel.
Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. Nor, after seeing the head, was she still sure it was a hot dog. But it tasted good all the same.
"You forgot my line of coke, you jerk!" came a voice down the hall. "How am I supposed to eat like a cannibal if I'm not high as a kite?"
"You should of thought of that before you ate that busload of Mexican tourists you son of a bitch," retorted the president of the United States.
"Yeah well hindsight is twenty-twenty, Mr. Monday Morning Quarterback. . . is it even Monday morning, I would be able to tell if I could feel my dick still?"
Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. Nor, after seeing the head, was she still sure it was a hot dog. But it tasted good all the same.
"You forgot my line of coke, you jerk!" came a voice down the hall. "How am I supposed to eat like a cannibal if I'm not high as a kite?"
"You should of thought of that before you ate that busload of Mexican tourists you son of a bitch," retorted the president of the United States.
"Yeah well hindsight is twenty-twenty, Mr. Monday Morning Quarterback. . . is it even Monday morning, I would be able to tell if I could feel my dick still?"
ImNotLikeThem
Member
blah
Fidelis Hodie
Infidelis Cras
:lol :lol :lol :lol
The toaster storyline is the greatest gaf thing since wolverine . . . but better.
The toaster storyline is the greatest gaf thing since wolverine . . . but better.
RIP poorly conceived toaster thread. 
*salute*
*salute*Keru_Shiri
Member
Superman folded his arms as he stood next to the sexy starlet. Jessica Alba laughed as she watched Jessica Biel sink into the depths of the lake. That lake which served as the final resting place for many young actresses. Little did she know that wasn't the last she would see of Zombie Jessica Biel.
Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. Nor, after seeing the head, was she still sure it was a hot dog. But it tasted good all the same.
"You forgot my line of coke, you jerk!" came a voice down the hall. "How am I supposed to eat like a cannibal if I'm not high as a kite?"
"You should of thought of that before you ate that busload of Mexican tourists you son of a bitch," retorted the president of the United States.
"Yeah well hindsight is twenty-twenty, Mr. Monday Morning Quarterback. . . is it even Monday morning, I would be able to tell if I could feel my dick still?"
Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. Nor, after seeing the head, was she still sure it was a hot dog. But it tasted good all the same.
"You forgot my line of coke, you jerk!" came a voice down the hall. "How am I supposed to eat like a cannibal if I'm not high as a kite?"
"You should of thought of that before you ate that busload of Mexican tourists you son of a bitch," retorted the president of the United States.
"Yeah well hindsight is twenty-twenty, Mr. Monday Morning Quarterback. . . is it even Monday morning, I would be able to tell if I could feel my dick still?"
ImNotLikeThem
Member
Superman folded his arms as he sdood nexd do dhe sexy sdarled. Jessica Alba laughed as she wadched Jessica Biel sink indo dhe depdhs of dhe lake. dhad lake which served as dhe final resding place for many young acdresses. Liddle did she know dhad wasn'd dhe lasd she would see of Zombie Jessica Biel.
Jessica wasn'd quide sure where dhe HOd DOG came from. Nor did she know how her younger brodher's severed head found ids way indo her fridge. Nor, afder seeing dhe head, was she sdill sure id was a HOd DOG. Bud id dasded good all dhe same.
"You forgod my line of coke, you jerk!" came a voice down dhe hall. "How am I supposed do ead like a cannibal if I'm nod high as a kide?"
"You should of dhoughd of dhad before you ade dhad busload of Mexican dourisds you son of a bidch," redorded dhe presidend of dhe Unided Sdades.
"Yeah well hindsighd is dwendy-dwendy, Mr. Monday Morning Quarderback. . . is id even Monday morning, I would be able do dell if I could feel my dick sdill?"
Jessica had a cold.
Jessica wasn'd quide sure where dhe HOd DOG came from. Nor did she know how her younger brodher's severed head found ids way indo her fridge. Nor, afder seeing dhe head, was she sdill sure id was a HOd DOG. Bud id dasded good all dhe same.
"You forgod my line of coke, you jerk!" came a voice down dhe hall. "How am I supposed do ead like a cannibal if I'm nod high as a kide?"
"You should of dhoughd of dhad before you ade dhad busload of Mexican dourisds you son of a bidch," redorded dhe presidend of dhe Unided Sdades.
"Yeah well hindsighd is dwendy-dwendy, Mr. Monday Morning Quarderback. . . is id even Monday morning, I would be able do dell if I could feel my dick sdill?"
Jessica had a cold.
Keru_Shiri
Member
I'm hoping for some clever soul to incorporate the toaster into the story somehow. :lolFidelis Hodie said:
Mike Works
Member
(that was pretty good, ImNotLikeThem, but don't edit anyone's sentences, that would cause way too many problems)
Superman folded his arms as he stood next to the sexy starlet. Jessica Alba laughed as she watched Jessica Biel sink into the depths of the lake. That lake which served as the final resting place for many young actresses. Little did she know that wasn't the last she would see of Zombie Jessica Biel.
Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. Nor, after seeing the head, was she still sure it was a hot dog. But it tasted good all the same.
"You forgot my line of coke, you jerk!" came a voice down the hall. "How am I supposed to eat like a cannibal if I'm not high as a kite?"
"You should of thought of that before you ate that busload of Mexican tourists you son of a bitch," retorted the president of the United States.
"Yeah well hindsight is twenty-twenty, Mr. Monday Morning Quarterback. . . is it even Monday morning, I would be able to tell if I could feel my dick still?"
Jessica had a cold. The only cure for her common cold was the blood of an orphan.
Superman folded his arms as he stood next to the sexy starlet. Jessica Alba laughed as she watched Jessica Biel sink into the depths of the lake. That lake which served as the final resting place for many young actresses. Little did she know that wasn't the last she would see of Zombie Jessica Biel.
Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. Nor, after seeing the head, was she still sure it was a hot dog. But it tasted good all the same.
"You forgot my line of coke, you jerk!" came a voice down the hall. "How am I supposed to eat like a cannibal if I'm not high as a kite?"
"You should of thought of that before you ate that busload of Mexican tourists you son of a bitch," retorted the president of the United States.
"Yeah well hindsight is twenty-twenty, Mr. Monday Morning Quarterback. . . is it even Monday morning, I would be able to tell if I could feel my dick still?"
Jessica had a cold. The only cure for her common cold was the blood of an orphan.
Superman folded his arms as he stood next to the sexy starlet. Jessica Alba laughed as she watched Jessica Biel sink into the depths of the lake. That lake which served as the final resting place for many young actresses. Little did she know that wasn't the last she would see of Zombie Jessica Biel.
Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. Nor, after seeing the head, was she still sure it was a hot dog. But it tasted good all the same.
"You forgot my line of coke, you jerk!" came a voice down the hall. "How am I supposed to eat like a cannibal if I'm not high as a kite?"
"You should of thought of that before you ate that busload of Mexican tourists you son of a bitch," retorted the president of the United States.
"Yeah well hindsight is twenty-twenty, Mr. Monday Morning Quarterback. . . is it even Monday morning, I would be able to tell if I could feel my dick still?"
Jessica had a cold. The only cure for her common cold was the blood of an orphan. They had already run out from the last kidnapped child but Superman was more than willing to go get more, even creating more orphans along the way.
Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. Nor, after seeing the head, was she still sure it was a hot dog. But it tasted good all the same.
"You forgot my line of coke, you jerk!" came a voice down the hall. "How am I supposed to eat like a cannibal if I'm not high as a kite?"
"You should of thought of that before you ate that busload of Mexican tourists you son of a bitch," retorted the president of the United States.
"Yeah well hindsight is twenty-twenty, Mr. Monday Morning Quarterback. . . is it even Monday morning, I would be able to tell if I could feel my dick still?"
Jessica had a cold. The only cure for her common cold was the blood of an orphan. They had already run out from the last kidnapped child but Superman was more than willing to go get more, even creating more orphans along the way.
Crayon
Member
Superman folded his arms as he stood next to the sexy starlet. Jessica Alba laughed as she watched Jessica Biel sink into the depths of the lake. That lake which served as the final resting place for many young actresses. Little did she know that wasn't the last she would see of Zombie Jessica Biel.
Then Jessica noticed a hotdog sandwiched between the cotton of her pretty pink panties and the wirey tuffet of pubes that covered her unfortunately assymetrical lady-bacon. Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. Nor, after seeing the head, was she still sure it was a hot dog. But it tasted good all the same.
"You forgot my line of coke, you jerk!" came a voice down the hall. "How am I supposed to eat like a cannibal if I'm not high as a kite?"
"You should of thought of that before you ate that busload of Mexican tourists you son of a bitch," retorted the president of the United States.
"Yeah well hindsight is twenty-twenty, Mr. Monday Morning Quarterback. . . is it even Monday morning, I would be able to tell if I could feel my dick still?"
Jessica had a cold. The only cure for her common cold was the blood of an orphan. They had already run out from the last kidnapped child but Superman was more than willing to go get more, even creating more orphans along the way.
Then Jessica noticed a hotdog sandwiched between the cotton of her pretty pink panties and the wirey tuffet of pubes that covered her unfortunately assymetrical lady-bacon. Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. Nor, after seeing the head, was she still sure it was a hot dog. But it tasted good all the same.
"You forgot my line of coke, you jerk!" came a voice down the hall. "How am I supposed to eat like a cannibal if I'm not high as a kite?"
"You should of thought of that before you ate that busload of Mexican tourists you son of a bitch," retorted the president of the United States.
"Yeah well hindsight is twenty-twenty, Mr. Monday Morning Quarterback. . . is it even Monday morning, I would be able to tell if I could feel my dick still?"
Jessica had a cold. The only cure for her common cold was the blood of an orphan. They had already run out from the last kidnapped child but Superman was more than willing to go get more, even creating more orphans along the way.
Rewrite
Not as deep as he thinks
Superman folded his arms as he stood next to the sexy starlet. Jessica Alba laughed as she watched Jessica Biel sink into the depths of the lake. That lake which served as the final resting place for many young actresses. Little did she know that wasn't the last she would see of Zombie Jessica Biel.
Then Jessica noticed a hotdog sandwiched between the cotton of her pretty pink panties and the wirey tuffet of pubes that covered her unfortunately assymetrical lady-bacon. Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. Nor, after seeing the head, was she still sure it was a hot dog. But it tasted good all the same.
"You forgot my line of coke, you jerk!" came a voice down the hall. "How am I supposed to eat like a cannibal if I'm not high as a kite?"
"You should of thought of that before you ate that busload of Mexican tourists you son of a bitch," retorted the president of the United States.
"Yeah well hindsight is twenty-twenty, Mr. Monday Morning Quarterback. . . is it even Monday morning, I would be able to tell if I could feel my dick still?"
Jessica had a cold. The only cure for her common cold was the blood of an orphan. They had already run out from the last kidnapped child but Superman was more than willing to go get more, even creating more orphans along the way. Having that idea in mind, he set off in a journey.
Then Jessica noticed a hotdog sandwiched between the cotton of her pretty pink panties and the wirey tuffet of pubes that covered her unfortunately assymetrical lady-bacon. Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. Nor, after seeing the head, was she still sure it was a hot dog. But it tasted good all the same.
"You forgot my line of coke, you jerk!" came a voice down the hall. "How am I supposed to eat like a cannibal if I'm not high as a kite?"
"You should of thought of that before you ate that busload of Mexican tourists you son of a bitch," retorted the president of the United States.
"Yeah well hindsight is twenty-twenty, Mr. Monday Morning Quarterback. . . is it even Monday morning, I would be able to tell if I could feel my dick still?"
Jessica had a cold. The only cure for her common cold was the blood of an orphan. They had already run out from the last kidnapped child but Superman was more than willing to go get more, even creating more orphans along the way. Having that idea in mind, he set off in a journey.
Mike Works
Member
Superman folded his arms as he stood next to the sexy starlet. Jessica Alba laughed as she watched Jessica Biel sink into the depths of the lake. That lake which served as the final resting place for many young actresses. Little did she know that wasn't the last she would see of Zombie Jessica Biel.
Then Jessica noticed a hotdog sandwiched between the cotton of her pretty pink panties and the wirey tuffet of pubes that covered her unfortunately assymetrical lady-bacon. Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. Nor, after seeing the head, was she still sure it was a hot dog. But it tasted good all the same.
The next morning, an argument loosely relating to the string of Hollywood actress disappearances broke out in the solemn annals of the White House.
"You forgot my line of coke, you jerk!" came a voice down the hall. "How am I supposed to eat like a cannibal if I'm not high as a kite?"
"You should of thought of that before you ate that busload of Mexican tourists you son of a bitch," retorted the president of the United States.
"Yeah well hindsight is twenty-twenty, Mr. Monday Morning Quarterback. . . is it even Monday morning, I would be able to tell if I could feel my dick still?"
Jessica had a cold. The only cure for her common cold was the blood of an orphan. They had already run out from the last kidnapped child but Superman was more than willing to go get more, even creating more orphans along the way. Having that idea in mind, he set off in a journey.
Then Jessica noticed a hotdog sandwiched between the cotton of her pretty pink panties and the wirey tuffet of pubes that covered her unfortunately assymetrical lady-bacon. Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. Nor, after seeing the head, was she still sure it was a hot dog. But it tasted good all the same.
The next morning, an argument loosely relating to the string of Hollywood actress disappearances broke out in the solemn annals of the White House.
"You forgot my line of coke, you jerk!" came a voice down the hall. "How am I supposed to eat like a cannibal if I'm not high as a kite?"
"You should of thought of that before you ate that busload of Mexican tourists you son of a bitch," retorted the president of the United States.
"Yeah well hindsight is twenty-twenty, Mr. Monday Morning Quarterback. . . is it even Monday morning, I would be able to tell if I could feel my dick still?"
Jessica had a cold. The only cure for her common cold was the blood of an orphan. They had already run out from the last kidnapped child but Superman was more than willing to go get more, even creating more orphans along the way. Having that idea in mind, he set off in a journey.
MrToughPants
Brian Burke punched my mom
DeathNote said:
DeathNote
Banned
(Today, 05:51 AM)
Reply | Quote
:lol
Mike Works
Member
that's a good idea, lets try to do this for the rest of the day!Nintaiyo said:
Crab Shaker
Doesn't pay his sources
Superman folded his arms as he stood next to the sexy starlet. Jessica Alba laughed as she watched Jessica Biel sink into the depths of the lake. That lake which served as the final resting place for many young actresses. Little did she know that wasn't the last she would see of Zombie Jessica Biel.
Then Jessica noticed a hotdog sandwiched between the cotton of her pretty pink panties and the wirey tuffet of pubes that covered her unfortunately assymetrical lady-bacon. Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. Nor, after seeing the head, was she still sure it was a hot dog. But it tasted good all the same.
The next morning, an argument loosely relating to the string of Hollywood actress disappearances broke out in the solemn annals of the White House.
"You forgot my line of coke, you jerk!" came a voice down the hall. "How am I supposed to eat like a cannibal if I'm not high as a kite?"
"You should of thought of that before you ate that busload of Mexican tourists you son of a bitch," retorted the president of the United States.
"Yeah well hindsight is twenty-twenty, Mr. Monday Morning Quarterback. . . is it even Monday morning, I would be able to tell if I could feel my dick still?"
Jessica had a cold. The only cure for her common cold was the blood of an orphan. They had already run out from the last kidnapped child but Superman was more than willing to go get more, even creating more orphans along the way. Having that idea in mind, he set off in a journey.
Superman travelled across many lands until he came to the fabled volcano of Elegant Feces, a place with a peculiar but quite fitting name.
Then Jessica noticed a hotdog sandwiched between the cotton of her pretty pink panties and the wirey tuffet of pubes that covered her unfortunately assymetrical lady-bacon. Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. Nor, after seeing the head, was she still sure it was a hot dog. But it tasted good all the same.
The next morning, an argument loosely relating to the string of Hollywood actress disappearances broke out in the solemn annals of the White House.
"You forgot my line of coke, you jerk!" came a voice down the hall. "How am I supposed to eat like a cannibal if I'm not high as a kite?"
"You should of thought of that before you ate that busload of Mexican tourists you son of a bitch," retorted the president of the United States.
"Yeah well hindsight is twenty-twenty, Mr. Monday Morning Quarterback. . . is it even Monday morning, I would be able to tell if I could feel my dick still?"
Jessica had a cold. The only cure for her common cold was the blood of an orphan. They had already run out from the last kidnapped child but Superman was more than willing to go get more, even creating more orphans along the way. Having that idea in mind, he set off in a journey.
Superman travelled across many lands until he came to the fabled volcano of Elegant Feces, a place with a peculiar but quite fitting name.
Rewrite
Not as deep as he thinks
Superman folded his arms as he stood next to the sexy starlet. Jessica Alba laughed as she watched Jessica Biel sink into the depths of the lake. That lake which served as the final resting place for many young actresses. Little did she know that wasn't the last she would see of Zombie Jessica Biel.
Then Jessica noticed a hotdog sandwiched between the cotton of her pretty pink panties and the wirey tuffet of pubes that covered her unfortunately assymetrical lady-bacon. Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. Nor, after seeing the head, was she still sure it was a hot dog. But it tasted good all the same.
The next morning, an argument loosely relating to the string of Hollywood actress disappearances broke out in the solemn annals of the White House.
"You forgot my line of coke, you jerk!" came a voice down the hall. "How am I supposed to eat like a cannibal if I'm not high as a kite?"
"You should of thought of that before you ate that busload of Mexican tourists you son of a bitch," retorted the president of the United States.
"Yeah well hindsight is twenty-twenty, Mr. Monday Morning Quarterback. . . is it even Monday morning, I would be able to tell if I could feel my dick still?"
Jessica had a cold. The only cure for her common cold was the blood of an orphan. They had already run out from the last kidnapped child but Superman was more than willing to go get more, even creating more orphans along the way. Having that idea in mind, he set off in a journey.
Superman travelled across many lands until he came to the fabled volcano of Elegant Feces, a place with a peculiar but quite fitting name. Having landed, Superman quickly examined his surroundings and said, "What a load of shit."
Then Jessica noticed a hotdog sandwiched between the cotton of her pretty pink panties and the wirey tuffet of pubes that covered her unfortunately assymetrical lady-bacon. Jessica wasn't quite sure where the hot dog came from. Nor did she know how her younger brother's severed head found its way into her fridge. Nor, after seeing the head, was she still sure it was a hot dog. But it tasted good all the same.
The next morning, an argument loosely relating to the string of Hollywood actress disappearances broke out in the solemn annals of the White House.
"You forgot my line of coke, you jerk!" came a voice down the hall. "How am I supposed to eat like a cannibal if I'm not high as a kite?"
"You should of thought of that before you ate that busload of Mexican tourists you son of a bitch," retorted the president of the United States.
"Yeah well hindsight is twenty-twenty, Mr. Monday Morning Quarterback. . . is it even Monday morning, I would be able to tell if I could feel my dick still?"
Jessica had a cold. The only cure for her common cold was the blood of an orphan. They had already run out from the last kidnapped child but Superman was more than willing to go get more, even creating more orphans along the way. Having that idea in mind, he set off in a journey.
Superman travelled across many lands until he came to the fabled volcano of Elegant Feces, a place with a peculiar but quite fitting name. Having landed, Superman quickly examined his surroundings and said, "What a load of shit."
- Status