Three word story written out!

[Icey Dominus]

Long long ago far far away there were chickens with an unusual taste for brains. With really large pricing yellow
eyes which shot lasers when they blinked. If they tried to exercise frequently, when they did they would explode
into glorious conflagrations.Leaving roast chickens and left over charred feather boas.All over town Dr.Morris
investigated feeling quite hungry. With an urge to make a large chicken burrito. But he could not because he
lacked his important secret burrito recipe. But he lied to the farmer and his wife into surrogate pregnancy on
the moon. In a secret that life holds buried beneath the mighty ground of the deepest crater. In a box wrapped in
pink frilly ribbons and flowery purple paper and a rainbow. It sits waiting to be devoured by the giant space cow
and a pink watery cloud, in a boat, made of chocolate. Floating on milk that has soured forming a nasty symptom called
underage-semetosis which causes zombies to rise and to lactate ice cream to seduce young children. The zombies would
poop out marshmallows while feastig on several supple virgins who were fearful of the pain that would be constant
companion While being euphoric in utter ecstasy. Unrelated, constant evapotranspiration was causing the ruination of
society killing the earth and several squirrels. Wearing stylish hats crafted by orphans inebriated by fungus fifty
years old tasting of cherries and smelling fluorescent and awaiting payment. Which will be paid in blood and eaten in
an adult store that was haunted by ghostly fish. In shipping containers emblazened with graffiti and stuffed with large
amounts of cotton fish and grated parmesan cheese with mould specks. That tasted similar to my mum's old cabbage roll
spiced with saffron. Luckly nobody died, he became aroused at the sight of the two old senile men playing checkers on
my bared chest. My chest forest which was trimmed with pink lace and encrusted with grains of sand that sparkled dimly.
By the washer covered in hair mewing so sofly with tiny little crawlin red lice in their cups. Then try and stop the growth.
But tumors always seem to spread like butter on confused catholic nuns who should try to convert to Windows vista ultimate
or ubuntu linux into sadism and other random crap. And throw up all over cheese with cat litter and spare tires as dessert
for small homeless children which love pudding, and awesome cake, with spoogey goodness, and epic win. For all furs
for many wet dreamless cold nights just wishing for harsh swift repentance upon a pillow. It was hot but so comfortable
in silk pantyhose I felt free and somewhat fabulous against the marble dungeon floor.


SOOOO ya that is up to page 10 of the (Three word story) thred I thought it would be really funny to see how the story went so here we go

[Tef]

Holy shit, this is hilarious. Thanks Icey for taking the time to compile this insane three word story where everything's made up and the points don't matter.

See what I did there?  8)

[H u nn Y]

LOL Icey, I had the exact same idea as you a long time ago: eventually write out the whole three story thread and turn it into an actual book, and YOU sir were the one to post up the idea about it. I love you man~ <3 X'D It's gonna take a while but hey, it's going to be the most hysterical thing to read. AND it doesn't end yet!! It's still got MANY YEARS TO GO!!!!!!!!! :D :thumbs: :birdy:

[Icey Dominus]

Ya that took me a while an thats only to the end of page 10 ugh lol  :-3 :-3