How the game works: I'll begin the story with three words. When adding to the story, you must contribute three words; no more no less. Quote the entire thread before you. I'll start.
One sunny day
Posted by Tinros (Member # 8328) on :
One sunny day, as the wind
Posted by Liz B (Member # 8238) on :
One sunny day, as the wind began to rise
Posted by Euripides (Member # 9315) on :
Awesome game idea. Thanks JumboWumbo.
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman Posted by cmc (Member # 9549) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning
Posted by ricree101 (Member # 7749) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks
Posted by Euripides (Member # 9315) on :
Aw, quid!
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the
Posted by Altáriël of Dorthonion (Member # 6473) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilites of misfortune.
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
(Hah!)
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked
Posted by Dead_Horse (Member # 3027) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window,
Posted by Tante Shvester (Member # 8202) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully
Posted by Euripides (Member # 9315) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being terminally ill.
Posted by ricree101 (Member # 7749) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being terminally ill. She turned as
Posted by Euripides (Member # 9315) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously
Posted by imogen (Member # 5485) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she
Posted by Tante Shvester (Member # 8202) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled. Her husband
Posted by imogen (Member # 5485) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, grape jelly
Posted by imogen (Member # 5485) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, grape jelly cascading down his
**
eww! Posted by Little_Doctor (Member # 6635) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed
Posted by Tante Shvester (Member # 8202) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed
Posted by Little_Doctor (Member # 6635) on :
Tante...You're supposed to add to the story. Unless we added the same thing, in which case I submit that you are copying me! Posted by Tante Shvester (Member # 8202) on :
quote:One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed
I added, just not at the end.
Posted by Liz B (Member # 8238) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with
Posted by JumboWumbo (Member # 10047) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey
Posted by bluenessuno (Member # 5535) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said,
Posted by Flaming Toad on a Stick (Member # 9302) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly,
Posted by SteveRogers (Member # 7130) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid ape!"
Posted by Tante Shvester (Member # 8202) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid ape!"
"Harold!" Posted by SteveRogers (Member # 7130) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "
Posted by Squish (Member # 9191) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
Posted by SteveRogers (Member # 7130) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed
Posted by GaalDornick (Member # 8880) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as
Edit: "as the coastal wind began to rise". I didn't realize winds could rise . I always assumed that it was the sun that would rise.
Posted by Euripides (Member # 9315) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn
Posted by SteveRogers (Member # 7130) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that
Posted by Euripides (Member # 9315) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the Posted by GaalDornick (Member # 8880) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail
Posted by SteveRogers (Member # 7130) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago.
Posted by Phanto (Member # 5897) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. Mightily hurt her
Posted by GaalDornick (Member # 8880) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of
Posted by Will B (Member # 7931) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
Posted by GaalDornick (Member # 8880) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe
Posted by Mr.Funny (Member # 4467) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me!" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
Posted by Zevlag (Member # 1405) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better
Posted by Dr Strangelove (Member # 8331) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is
Posted by GaalDornick (Member # 8880) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Posted by Eduardo St. Elmo (Member # 9566) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door
Posted by Euripides (Member # 9315) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
Posted by SteveRogers (Member # 7130) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted
[ January 15, 2007, 02:43 PM: Message edited by: SteveRogers ]
Posted by David Bowles (Member # 1021) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
The television alerted them of surreptitious
Posted by aiua (Member # 7825) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local
Posted by SteveRogers (Member # 7130) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised
Posted by aiua (Member # 7825) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women
Posted by JumboWumbo (Member # 10047) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door
Posted by Dan_raven (Member # 3383) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old
Posted by SteveRogers (Member # 7130) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to
Posted by aiua (Member # 7825) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for
Posted by Euripides (Member # 9315) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to
Posted by Nathan B. (Member # 10093) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
Posted by David Bowles (Member # 1021) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched
Posted by aiua (Member # 7825) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning
Posted by GaalDornick (Member # 8880) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You
Posted by aiua (Member # 7825) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
Posted by SteveRogers (Member # 7130) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns
Posted by Steev (Member # 6805) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots
Posted by Euripides (Member # 9315) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them
Posted by Steev (Member # 6805) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey.
Posted by JumboWumbo (Member # 10047) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught
Posted by aiua (Member # 7825) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught none of them
Posted by GaalDornick (Member # 8880) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught none of them.
"Take that!" they
Posted by aiua (Member # 7825) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly
Posted by SteveRogers (Member # 7130) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both
Posted by JumboWumbo (Member # 10047) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged
Posted by advice for robots (Member # 2544) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right.
Posted by Nathan B. (Member # 10093) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took
Posted by Mr.Funny (Member # 4467) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took
Posted by RunningBear (Member # 8477) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons
Posted by Eduardo St. Elmo (Member # 9566) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium,
Posted by aiua (Member # 7825) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that
Posted by Eduardo St. Elmo (Member # 9566) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy
Posted by JumboWumbo (Member # 10047) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores
Posted by GaalDornick (Member # 8880) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
Posted by advice for robots (Member # 2544) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, I'm puzzled,"
Posted by Eduardo St. Elmo (Member # 9566) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully
Posted by JumboWumbo (Member # 10047) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully. "Why did you
Posted by GaalDornick (Member # 8880) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns. "Why did you
Posted by Eduardo St. Elmo (Member # 9566) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate. "Why did you
Posted by aiua (Member # 7825) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate. "Why did you knock my door
Posted by Nathan B. (Member # 10093) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate. "Why did you knock my door off it's hinges?"
Posted by aiua (Member # 7825) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate. "Why did you knock my door off it's hinges? Wouldn't using the
Posted by advice for robots (Member # 2544) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate. "Why did you knock my door off it's hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart
Posted by RunningBear (Member # 8477) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate. "Why did you knock my door off it's hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?
Posted by Eduardo St. Elmo (Member # 9566) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate. "Why did you knock my door off it's hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now
Posted by Euripides (Member # 9315) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate. "Why did you knock my door off it's hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began
Posted by Lyrhawn (Member # 7039) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off it's hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began
Posted by Eduardo St. Elmo (Member # 9566) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off it's hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger
Posted by Mr.Funny (Member # 4467) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off it's hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice
Posted by aiua (Member # 7825) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off it's hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice, sensing that they
Posted by Liz B (Member # 8238) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice, sensing that they were about to be
Posted by Ogsfield Bistlexat (Member # 10108) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, my dear, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice, correctly sensing that they were about to be
Posted by The Reader (Member # 3636) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, my dear, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice quickly escaped correctly sensing that they were about to be bleached.
Posted by Ogsfield Bistlexat (Member # 10108) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, my dear, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice quickly escaped, correctly sensing that they were about to be bleached. The scent of
Posted by Eduardo St. Elmo (Member # 9566) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, my dear, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice quickly escaped, correctly sensing that they were about to be bleached. The scent of stale fruitcake made
Posted by ricree101 (Member # 7749) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, my dear, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice quickly escaped, correctly sensing that they were about to be bleached. The scent of stale fruitcake made them turn a
Posted by aiua (Member # 7825) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, my dear, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice quickly escaped, correctly sensing that they were about to be bleached. The scent of stale fruitcake made them turn a hard left, taking
Posted by The Reader (Member # 3636) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, my dear, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice quickly escaped, correctly sensing that they were about to be bleached. The scent of stale fruitcake made them turn a hard left, taking out the vase.
Posted by aiua (Member # 7825) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, my dear, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice quickly escaped, correctly sensing that they were about to be bleached. The scent of stale fruitcake made them turn a hard left, taking out the vase.
Shards of glass
Posted by Eduardo St. Elmo (Member # 9566) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, my dear, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice quickly escaped, correctly sensing that they were about to be bleached. The scent of stale fruitcake made them turn a hard left, taking out the vase.
Shards of painted glass, hand-crafted by
Posted by Steev (Member # 6805) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, my dear, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice quickly escaped, correctly sensing that they were about to be bleached. The scent of stale fruitcake made them turn a hard left, taking out the vase.
Shards of painted glass, hand-crafted by god himself, flew
Posted by The Reader (Member # 3636) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, my dear, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice quickly escaped, correctly sensing that they were about to be bleached. The scent of stale fruitcake made them turn a hard left, taking out the vase.
Shards of painted glass, hand-crafted by god himself, flew away towards a
Posted by Eduardo St. Elmo (Member # 9566) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, my dear, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice quickly escaped, correctly sensing that they were about to be bleached. The scent of stale fruitcake made them turn a hard left, taking out the vase.
Shards of painted glass, hand-crafted by god himself, flew away towards a rift in space-time
Posted by Steev (Member # 6805) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, my dear, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice quickly escaped, correctly sensing that they were about to be bleached. The scent of stale fruitcake made them turn a hard left, taking out the vase.
Shards of painted glass, hand-crafted by god himself, flew away towards a rift in space-time but the fruitake
Posted by Eduardo St. Elmo (Member # 9566) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, my dear, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice quickly escaped, correctly sensing that they were about to be bleached. The scent of stale fruitcake made them turn a hard left, taking out the vase.
Shards of painted glass, hand-crafted by god himself, flew away towards a rift in space-time but the fruitcake's gravitational pull
Posted by Damien.m (Member # 8462) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, my dear, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice quickly escaped, correctly sensing that they were about to be bleached. The scent of stale fruitcake made them turn a hard left, taking out the vase.
Shards of painted glass, hand-crafted by god himself, flew away towards a rift in space-time but the fruitcake's gravitational pull threw multicououred confetti
Posted by Flaming Toad on a Stick (Member # 9302) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, my dear, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice quickly escaped, correctly sensing that they were about to be bleached. The scent of stale fruitcake made them turn a hard left, taking out the vase.
Shards of painted glass, hand-crafted by god himself, flew away towards a rift in space-time but the fruitcake's gravitational pull threw multicououred confetti at his face.
Posted by aiua (Member # 7825) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, my dear, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice quickly escaped, correctly sensing that they were about to be bleached. The scent of stale fruitcake made them turn a hard left, taking out the vase.
Shards of painted glass, hand-crafted by god himself, flew away towards a rift in space-time but the fruitcake's gravitational pull threw multicoluoured confetti at his face.
"What is this,
Posted by JumboWumbo (Member # 10047) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, my dear, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice quickly escaped, correctly sensing that they were about to be bleached. The scent of stale fruitcake made them turn a hard left, taking out the vase.
Shards of painted glass, hand-crafted by god himself, flew away towards a rift in space-time but the fruitcake's gravitational pull threw multicoluoured confetti at his face.
"What is this" yelped harold, pointing
Posted by Maliam (Member # 9915) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, my dear, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice quickly escaped, correctly sensing that they were about to be bleached. The scent of stale fruitcake made them turn a hard left, taking out the vase.
Shards of painted glass, hand-crafted by god himself, flew away towards a rift in space-time but the fruitcake's gravitational pull threw multicoluoured confetti at his face.
"What is this" yelped harold, pointing at the purple
Posted by Nathan2006 (Member # 9387) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, my dear, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice quickly escaped, correctly sensing that they were about to be bleached. The scent of stale fruitcake made them turn a hard left, taking out the vase.
Shards of painted glass, hand-crafted by god himself, flew away towards a rift in space-time but the fruitcake's gravitational pull threw multicoluoured confetti at his face.
"What is this" yelped harold, pointing at the purple, evil telekinetic fruitcake.
Posted by aiua (Member # 7825) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, my dear, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice quickly escaped, correctly sensing that they were about to be bleached. The scent of stale fruitcake made them turn a hard left, taking out the vase.
Shards of painted glass, hand-crafted by god himself, flew away towards a rift in space-time but the fruitcake's gravitational pull threw multicoluoured confetti at his face.
"What is this" yelped Harold, pointing at the purple, evil telekinetic fruitcake. He wiped at
Posted by GaalDornick (Member # 8880) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, my dear, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice quickly escaped, correctly sensing that they were about to be bleached. The scent of stale fruitcake made them turn a hard left, taking out the vase.
Shards of painted glass, hand-crafted by god himself, flew away towards a rift in space-time but the fruitcake's gravitational pull threw multicoluoured confetti at his face.
"What is this" yelped Harold, pointing at the purple, evil telekinetic fruitcake. He wiped at his forehead after
Posted by advice for robots (Member # 2544) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, my dear, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice quickly escaped, correctly sensing that they were about to be bleached. The scent of stale fruitcake made them turn a hard left, taking out the vase.
Shards of painted glass, hand-crafted by god himself, flew away towards a rift in space-time but the fruitcake's gravitational pull threw multicoluoured confetti at his face.
"What is this" yelped Harold, pointing at the purple, evil telekinetic fruitcake. He wiped at his forehead after missing his chin.
Posted by ricree101 (Member # 7749) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, my dear, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice quickly escaped, correctly sensing that they were about to be bleached. The scent of stale fruitcake made them turn a hard left, taking out the vase.
Shards of painted glass, hand-crafted by god himself, flew away towards a rift in space-time but the fruitcake's gravitational pull threw multicoluoured confetti at his face.
"What is this" yelped Harold, pointing at the purple, evil telekinetic fruitcake. He wiped at his forehead after missing his chin. Seeing this, the
Posted by Leonide (Member # 4157) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me!" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it burped, and he said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, my dear, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice quickly escaped, correctly sensing that they were about to be bleached. The scent of stale fruitcake made them turn a hard left, taking out the vase.
Shards of painted glass, hand-crafted by god himself, flew away towards a rift in space-time but the fruitcake's gravitational pull threw multicoluoured confetti at his face.
"What is this" yelped Harold, pointing at the purple, evil telekinetic fruitcake. He wiped at his forehead after missing his chin. Seeing this, the
(aside: that sentence has been bothering me for three pages...why would the monkey call him a monolith worshipping ape??!?)
Posted by ricree101 (Member # 7749) on :
quote:Originally posted by Leonide: (aside: that sentence has been bothering me for three pages...why would the monkey call him a monolith worshipping ape??!?)
That's probably a reference to 2001: A Space Odyssey, where the apelike ancestors of humans were taught tool use and other such skills by the monolith in Africa.
Posted by GaalDornick (Member # 8880) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me!" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it burped, and he said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, my dear, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice quickly escaped, correctly sensing that they were about to be bleached. The scent of stale fruitcake made them turn a hard left, taking out the vase.
Shards of painted glass, hand-crafted by god himself, flew away towards a rift in space-time but the fruitcake's gravitational pull threw multicoluoured confetti at his face.
"What is this" yelped Harold, pointing at the purple, evil telekinetic fruitcake. He wiped at his forehead after missing his chin. Seeing this, the intruders began to
(How come the monkey replied if Harold is now the husband?)
Posted by advice for robots (Member # 2544) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me!" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it burped, and he said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, my dear, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice quickly escaped, correctly sensing that they were about to be bleached. The scent of stale fruitcake made them turn a hard left, taking out the vase.
Shards of painted glass, hand-crafted by god himself, flew away towards a rift in space-time but the fruitcake's gravitational pull threw multicoluoured confetti at his face.
"What is this" yelped Harold, pointing at the purple, evil telekinetic fruitcake. He wiped at his forehead after missing his chin. Seeing this, the intruders began to giggle like women.
(Props to the Women thread )
Posted by JumboWumbo (Member # 10047) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me!" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it burped, and he said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, my dear, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice quickly escaped, correctly sensing that they were about to be bleached. The scent of stale fruitcake made them turn a hard left, taking out the vase.
Shards of painted glass, hand-crafted by god himself, flew away towards a rift in space-time but the fruitcake's gravitational pull threw multicoluoured confetti at his face.
"What is this" yelped Harold, pointing at the purple, evil telekinetic fruitcake. He wiped at his forehead after missing his chin. Seeing this, the intruders began to giggle like women. The fruitcake appeared
(Hey, I remember this thread )
Posted by Eduardo St. Elmo (Member # 9566) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me!" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it burped, and he said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, my dear, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice quickly escaped, correctly sensing that they were about to be bleached. The scent of stale fruitcake made them turn a hard left, taking out the vase.
Shards of painted glass, hand-crafted by god himself, flew away towards a rift in space-time but the fruitcake's gravitational pull threw multicoluoured confetti at his face.
"What is this" yelped Harold, pointing at the purple, evil telekinetic fruitcake. He wiped at his forehead after missing his chin. Seeing this, the intruders began to giggle like women. The fruitcake appeared to them as Posted by ricree101 (Member # 7749) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me!" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it burped, and he said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, my dear, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice quickly escaped, correctly sensing that they were about to be bleached. The scent of stale fruitcake made them turn a hard left, taking out the vase.
Shards of painted glass, hand-crafted by god himself, flew away towards a rift in space-time but the fruitcake's gravitational pull threw multicoluoured confetti at his face.
"What is this" yelped Harold, pointing at the purple, evil telekinetic fruitcake. He wiped at his forehead after missing his chin. Seeing this, the intruders began to giggle like women. The fruitcake appeared to them as though it was
Posted by Eduardo St. Elmo (Member # 9566) on :
One sunny day, as the coastal wind began to rise, a woman woke. The morning air smelled like fermented used sweatsocks fumigated with perfumes. Dead were the possibilities of misfortune. The woman looked out the window, and sneezed powerfully, being somewhat less than terminally ill. She turned as she was miraculously healed.
"You!" she giggled, wickedly.
Her husband smiled. "Me!" he said, mischeviously, grape jelly cascading down his chin. He seemed profoundly unconcerned with the large monkey until it burped, and he said, "Give me jelly, you stupid monolith worshipping ape!"
"Harold!"
The monkey replied, "What? He ate my jelly sandwich."
The woman screamed with fear as a mighty foghorn reminded her that the boat set sail an hour ago. She mightily hurt her chances of escaping the monkey's jelly-covered claws.
"Aack! I can't believe it's not butter!"
"You had better not! It is definitely monkey jelly!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked in.
The television alerted them of surreptitious break-ins by local police officers disguised as old women.
At the door were three old women asking to come in, for they intended to steal the jelly.
The husband blanched, his face turning towards Harold.
"You!" he giggled, gruesomely.
They removed guns from their boots and threw them at the monkey. The monkey caught every one, missing none of them.
"Take that!" they yelled in manly voices that both frightened and enraged the neocon right. They then took several large balloons filled with helium, the kind that you usually buy at party stores, and ate them.
"Frankly, my dear, I'm puzzled," said Harold, carefully placing the guns on a crate of live mice. "Why did you knock my door off its hinges? Wouldn't using the toilet at Wal-Mart be more relaxing?"
The intruders, now utterly constipated, began squealing in anger.
Meanwhile, the mice quickly escaped, correctly sensing that they were about to be bleached. The scent of stale fruitcake made them turn a hard left, taking out the vase.
Shards of painted glass, hand-crafted by god himself, flew away towards a rift in space-time but the fruitcake's gravitational pull threw multicoluoured confetti at his face.
"What is this" yelped Harold, pointing at the purple, evil telekinetic fruitcake. He wiped at his forehead after missing his chin. Seeing this, the intruders began to giggle like women. The fruitcake appeared to them as though it was made out of
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