In an attempt to keep myself entertained and awake at work we are gonna play 3 word story. It's very simple to play. Just write 3 words and 3 words only. The next person will add their 3 words and as the thread goes along you will have one goofy story.

I'll start:

Yesterday I went

Straight to hell.

i saw satan

He was very

busy with work

roasting peoples weinies

and trimming bushes.

Satan enjoys gardening.

But he also

does the macarena

while drinking margaritas.

Then one day

I saw God.

Accepting his offer,

I ate cheese

and saltine crackers

that contained artificial

biproduct of cow.

Crumbs, said god.

Among other things.

thall shalt not

consume stinky artificial

cow biproduct lest

i smite thee

with a brick

shithouse full of

chunky stuff that

tastes great on

cheese on toast

with roasted weenies

after eating i

went to a

porno shop with

Mildly annoying flatulence

while trying to

swat flies away

with my extremely

angry, obstreperous rectum.

I selected a

large 8'' dildo

and bought it

for my girlfriend

i then left

waving the dildo

and drove off

shouting to others

polska kielbasa bastards!

"I am hungry!"

I took the

dildo in my

local church confesional

called the priest

and told him

f*ck Hail Mary's

sweet virgin ass

with my beautiful

, silky penile implant

and then suddenly

a voice from

the plumber, said

that's nice ass.

That'll be $150

For an ass :eek:

today, what about

getting out of

the habit of

buying dildos and

starting weird threads

for orgasmic pley-sure.

So anyway, how

do you make

cheese on toast

this thread disapear?

It is quite

up an ass??

Thor is confused

and not alone

Thor is relieved

to see that

his genitals are

smaller than mouse

genitals. But it

seems Thor hates

PREFACE TO THE SECOND AND REVISED EDITION, 1884. BY THE EDITOR

If my poor Flatland friend retained the vigour of mind which he enjoyed when he began to compose these Memoirs, I should not now need to represent him in this preface, in which he desires, firstly, to return his thanks to his readers and critics in Spaceland, whose appreciation has, with unexpected celerity, required a second edition of his work; secondly, to apologize forcertain errors and misprints (for which, however, he is not entirely responsible); and, thirdly, to explain one or two misconceptions. But he is not the Square he once was. Years of imprisonment, and the still heavier burden of general incredulity and mockery, have combined with the natural decay of old age to erase from his mind many of the thoughts and notions, and much also of the terminology, which he acquired during his short stay in Spaceland. He has, therefore, requested me to reply in his behalf to two special objections, one of an intellectual, the other of a moral nature.

The first objection is, that a Flatlander, seeing a Line, sees something that must be thick to the eye as well as long to the eye (otherwise it would not be visible, if it had not some thickness); and consequently he ought (it is argued) to acknowledge that his countrymen are not only long and broad, but also (though doubtless in a very slight degree) thick or high. His objection is plausible, and, to Spacelanders, almost irresistible, so that, I confess, when I first heard it, I knew not what to reply. But my poor old friend's answer appears to me completely to meet it.

"I admit," said he - when I mentioned to him this objection - "I admit the truth of your critic's facts, but I deny his conclusions. It is true that we have really in Flatland a Third unrecognized Dimension called `height,' just as it is also true that you have really in Spaceland a Fourth unrecognized Dimension, called by no name at present, but which I will call `extra-height'. But we can no more take cognizance of our `height' then you can of your `extra-height'. Even I - who have been in Spaceland, and have had the privilege of understanding for twenty-four hours the meaning of `height' - even I cannot now comprehend it, nor realize it by the sense of sight or by any process of reason; I can but apprehend it by faith.

what the hell?

Thor's brain hurts

I got a story for you. tell me what you think of when I say this:
"Then it broke"

pollux-that was-more-than 3-words

No it wasn't. Well, it was. I meant to write this: PREFACE TO THE and have you guys figure the rest out. But my finger slipped I guess.

now that's funny

because Thor's brain

Estoy divertido caballero


HAHAHA didn't specify language or capacity for proper grammar... HAHAHA in your face!!!!!

Sie saugen alle

yo no comprehendo?

thread is done......

Wie um nein?

ach tung baby

Sterben Sie nicht

then she went

mong shnel byotch.

1, 2, 3

behind the bush

HULK SMASH, AGHHHHHHHH

wanna grow...debaser

Buttered Toast...errr

and strawberry jam

was eaten by

a grey seal

and regurgitated on

your head and

vampire cows arrived

TO GIVE THE

ultimate blow job!

to the world's

biggest bubble gum

((gah!!! too slow!)

on top of

makes no sense...

To me either,

brain hurts again

have some excedrin

Why Thank You

i am starting



(((gah!!!!!! so many posts, so little too late!!!)

to feel like

breakfast. What would

you like to

cook for me?

How about a

Ham Sandwich. It

is well known

that Ham sandwhiches

are prone to

increase sexual pleasure

in wild kangaroos

when inserted rectally

Enough Kangaroo's, what

about the need

to change subject

and talk about

cheese on toast

with platypus jelly

again? Better not

but of course

salad and wine

when eaten irresponsibly

can cause cancer

in Antarctican rats.

So anyway I

telephoned the National

Wappas Don't Cry

unless their nuetered

foundation to inquire

about that goddamn

screaming benevolent donkey....

who won't listen

about his hemoroids

being too big

so that the

pigmonkeys can escape

pigmonkeys hate enslavement

but them little

pigmonkeys like cheese

and they died

a horrible death

under the horrible

giant Teletubbie, Po

sad but true

I'm your truth

said the masterbator

Then he ran

into the flagpole

while pulling up

his leaky intestines

after being blown

by Trent Lott

with a bazooka

and also with

six-pack of beer

and his sweaty mouth

sorry I had to say that I HAD TO!! Join me in the movement to have Trent Lott gangraped by Iraqis!

shouting obscene comments

price of vegetables

already eaten by

rabid transvestite warthogs

who prefer vegans

with projectile diarrarea

and dont wipe.

It's totally disgusting

how they continue

to bomb Iraq

with all of

with radioactive turds

that came from

the underground lair

of samari jack

Dexter and Scooby-Doo

was also in

the bathtub when

the poop hit.

all of a

sudden bin laden

turned into a

iceberg lettuce. He

became very flustered

and extremely crunchy

not to mention

Thousand Island dressing

being his favorite

smelling dressing of

minty, urine flavour

salad dressing. Anyway

Osama thought to

himself, what kind

people they are

the French, they

eat fries and

are the worst

with their genitals

They are just

too damn sensitive

and smell funny

with their funkadilly

garlics and onions

and pongy cheeses

that somewhat smelled

good to me

like a vagina

freshly washed in

crockadile infested waters

Mmmm yessiree bub!

Meanwhile, the International

Bureau of Psychologically

Monetary Fund chose

to ignore the

Frogs and went

Presidents plea for

insanity and disorder

bigger and fatter

was better he

rode his bike

into the sunset

On the way

and around uranus

with beads in

his "corn rows"

and then the

cartoon character Spongebob

died a gruesome

death by Squidward

who then died

when Patrick Star

explained Thermal Dynamics