13-Word Story
 

This game is so much better than the three-word-story game because

turd. I think its really gonna catch on. Hey, did you hear about

the guy who couldn't count to thirteen? Well? Did you? He was a

moron. Hey I can't count to 13 either but sometimes I get lucky.

Like this time. Good for you, Munku! Care to give it another try?

This thread isn't exactly a story yet though is it??? I say we

A lonely man, who never got anywhere in his life, so who cares?

Which is why we will talk about a differant person. His name is

Ialy. The discussion board he started was clearly out of control. Posters kept

posting, as posters are wont to do. Wont!? Is that even a word?

This thread, new and supple, will henceforth be a retirement home for swear words.

(fuck, i can´t count!!)

Gordon the Plumber is actually a superhero that no one knows about and

likes to use his wrench the way many like to use their favorite

SPOON! Spoons are fun to play. i think we should start a band called

Cutlery.Paddyjoe can take pictures,i'll play the drums and maybe someone else

, probably Fremen, can be in charge of killing the moths and humping groupies

that constantly try to jump flyman's bones. Gordan is flyman's main source of

HIV as well as other friendly STDs. Now, back to Gordon. One day

Gordon was wondering about the benefits of ribbed condoms as oppose to plastic

wrap. Oddly wetting his hand in the toilet first, he wrapped plastic around

his green slimy tongue, all the while stroking his useless stump of a

johnson.Poor Gordon didn't quite have it for the ladies,but maybe bundy

had the answer he was looking for in the shape of a piglet

called Monty. Even though Monty was blind and deaf, Gordon would take care

of all its porcine needs, which included shaving its chinny chin chin and

finding a corkscrew shaped porcine vagina for the lonely little pink pig. BUT

this wasn't Gordons only problem, he also suffered from halatosis. He wasn't good

in the sack. Partially due to the bad breath. But also his feet

which were covered in warts and smelled of mouldy meat and sour milk.

This piglet ate burritos constantly, so people often called him the "<b>full </b>Monty".


<font color="black"><small>groaner. yup. sorry. couldn't help myself.</small></font>

Anyway, Monty gave Gordon a reason to live. And Gordon was happy. Until

flyman tempted him with his bong, then lured him into his `56 chevy

backseat, where they smoked weed and loved one another with a passion that

caused a nearby gang of Hell's Angels to break into a dance routine

which escalated to a full-blown chorus line involving fireworks, poodles in drag,

rockettes on acid, unicyclists juggling chainsaws, circus freaks of every shape and size.

When that had died down, Flyman then told Gordon that he didn´t love

barbequed wings anymore. Instead his new passion in life includes celery sticks and

meth and anal insertions. Gordon could relate because he too enjoyed a good

anal probe, especially when it had been soaked in honey overnight and it