NVR~ 3 Word Story....
Posted by VestaTuran on Aug 07, 2007 · Member since May 2007 · 192 posts
:D
Okay, Ive never tried this on a topic board but here goes... sink or swim! :)
A couple of rules:
You can only add three words (anything you want!) and you cant go again until at least two other people have gone.
Copy, paste, and add... its easy.
It smelled like...
Should I even dare ask what happened to the right one that the left one is favored so?
LOL
(and someone go! I'm sitting on something here but i haven't had 2 people go in between me!)
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It smelled like nutritional yeast on top of some pizza. The texture was crunchy yet amazingly gooey and satisfying. I had seconds! Vegan nibbles--sweet.
Then, it happened. I turned around and saw the big hairy dude taking a slice, so I grabbed him by the skin of his knee. He screamed and started to run but I threw a slice of hot, steaming apple pie. He slipped and fell, crushing his left piggy toe. Thinking he was safe, he started to dance a jig wildly. Apparently, he majored in dance at the University of Danceterdam. While a great pole dancer he had rock hard pole himself that turns me on. Late one night he crept into a magenta thong made of silk, hoping she wouldn't miss her favorite thong he tried on while wet from the rain after washing the floor and he "accidentally" spilled soy milk all over my white tee.
Startled, I gasped, "What the heck", I took off my shirt the way a stripper does while lightly sniffing the air. It smelled awful. But I liked the feel of his hard, hairy forehead on my hairy left testicle. I have testicles!
Oh happy day! No more periods!
But I digress, back to the stubbly noggin that stole my d**n vibrator. How I lost it in that Thai airport when I smuggled durians back for
It smelled like nutritional yeast on top of some pizza. The texture was crunchy yet amazingly gooey and satisfying. I had seconds! Vegan nibbles--sweet.
Then, it happened. I turned around and saw the big hairy dude taking a slice, so I grabbed him by the skin of his knee. He screamed and started to run but I threw a slice of hot, steaming apple pie. He slipped and fell, crushing his left piggy toe. Thinking he was safe, he started to dance a jig wildly. Apparently, he majored in dance at the University of Danceterdam. While a great pole dancer he had rock hard pole himself that turns me on. Late one night he crept into a magenta thong made of silk, hoping she wouldn't miss her favorite thong he tried on while wet from the rain after washing the floor and he "accidentally" spilled soy milk all over my white tee.
Startled, I gasped, "What the heck", I took off my shirt the way a stripper does while lightly sniffing the air. It smelled awful. But I liked the feel of his hard, hairy forehead on my hairy left testicle. I have testicles!
Oh happy day! No more periods!
But I digress, back to the stubbly noggin that stole my d**n vibrator. How I lost it in that Thai airport when I smuggled durians back for my ill grandmother.
It smelled like nutritional yeast on top of some pizza. The texture was crunchy yet amazingly gooey and satisfying. I had seconds! Vegan nibbles--sweet.
Then, it happened. I turned around and saw the big hairy dude taking a slice, so I grabbed him by the skin of his knee. He screamed and started to run but I threw a slice of hot, steaming apple pie. He slipped and fell, crushing his left piggy toe. Thinking he was safe, he started to dance a jig wildly. Apparently, he majored in dance at the University of Danceterdam. While a great pole dancer he had rock hard pole himself that turns me on. Late one night he crept into a magenta thong made of silk, hoping she wouldn't miss her favorite thong he tried on while wet from the rain after washing the floor and he "accidentally" spilled soy milk all over my white tee.
Startled, I gasped, "What the heck", I took off my shirt the way a stripper does while lightly sniffing the air. It smelled awful. But I liked the feel of his hard, hairy forehead on my hairy left testicle. I have testicles!
Oh happy day! No more periods!
But I digress, back to the stubbly noggin that stole my d**n vibrator. How I lost it in that Thai airport when I smuggled durians back for my ill grandmother. She would often
It smelled like nutritional yeast on top of some pizza. The texture was crunchy yet amazingly gooey and satisfying. I had seconds! Vegan nibbles--sweet.
Then, it happened. I turned around and saw the big hairy dude taking a slice, so I grabbed him by the skin of his knee. He screamed and started to run but I threw a slice of hot, steaming apple pie. He slipped and fell, crushing his left piggy toe. Thinking he was safe, he started to dance a jig wildly. Apparently, he majored in dance at the University of Danceterdam. While a great pole dancer he had rock hard pole himself that turns me on. Late one night he crept into a magenta thong made of silk, hoping she wouldn't miss her favorite thong he tried on while wet from the rain after washing the floor and he "accidentally" spilled soy milk all over my white tee.
Startled, I gasped, "What the heck", I took off my shirt the way a stripper does while lightly sniffing the air. It smelled awful. But I liked the feel of his hard, hairy forehead on my hairy left testicle. I have testicles!
Oh happy day! No more periods!
But I digress, back to the stubbly noggin that stole my d**n vibrator. How I lost it in that Thai airport when I smuggled durians back for my ill grandmother. She would often hallucinate. My vibrator
It smelled like nutritional yeast on top of some pizza. The texture was crunchy yet amazingly gooey and satisfying. I had seconds! Vegan nibbles--sweet.
Then, it happened. I turned around and saw the big hairy dude taking a slice, so I grabbed him by the skin of his knee. He screamed and started to run but I threw a slice of hot, steaming apple pie. He slipped and fell, crushing his left piggy toe. Thinking he was safe, he started to dance a jig wildly. Apparently, he majored in dance at the University of Danceterdam. While a great pole dancer he had rock hard pole himself that turns me on. Late one night he crept into a magenta thong made of silk, hoping she wouldn't miss her favorite thong he tried on while wet from the rain after washing the floor and he "accidentally" spilled soy milk all over my white tee.
Startled, I gasped, "What the heck", I took off my shirt the way a stripper does while lightly sniffing the air. It smelled awful. But I liked the feel of his hard, hairy forehead on my hairy left testicle. I have testicles!
Oh happy day! No more periods!
But I digress, back to the stubbly noggin that stole my d**n vibrator. How I lost it in that Thai airport when I smuggled durians back for my ill grandmother. She would often hallucinate. My vibrator brings back memories!
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It smelled like nutritional yeast on top of some pizza. The texture was crunchy yet amazingly gooey and satisfying. I had seconds! Vegan nibbles--sweet.
Then, it happened. I turned around and saw the big hairy dude taking a slice, so I grabbed him by the skin of his knee. He screamed and started to run but I threw a slice of hot, steaming apple pie. He slipped and fell, crushing his left piggy toe. Thinking he was safe, he started to dance a jig wildly. Apparently, he majored in dance at the University of Danceterdam. While a great pole dancer he had rock hard pole himself that turns me on. Late one night he crept into a magenta thong made of silk, hoping she wouldn't miss her favorite thong he tried on while wet from the rain after washing the floor and he "accidentally" spilled soy milk all over my white tee.
Startled, I gasped, "What the heck", I took off my shirt the way a stripper does while lightly sniffing the air. It smelled awful. But I liked the feel of his hard, hairy forehead on my hairy left testicle. I have testicles!
Oh happy day! No more periods!
But I digress, back to the stubbly noggin that stole my d**n vibrator. How I lost it in that Thai airport when I smuggled durians back for my ill grandmother. She would often hallucinate. My vibrator brings back memories!
Terrifying, disturbing memories.
It smelled like nutritional yeast on top of some pizza. The texture was crunchy yet amazingly gooey and satisfying. I had seconds! Vegan nibbles--sweet.
Then, it happened. I turned around and saw the big hairy dude taking a slice, so I grabbed him by the skin of his knee. He screamed and started to run but I threw a slice of hot, steaming apple pie. He slipped and fell, crushing his left piggy toe. Thinking he was safe, he started to dance a jig wildly. Apparently, he majored in dance at the University of Danceterdam. While a great pole dancer he had rock hard pole himself that turns me on. Late one night he crept into a magenta thong made of silk, hoping she wouldn't miss her favorite thong he tried on while wet from the rain after washing the floor and he "accidentally" spilled soy milk all over my white tee.
Startled, I gasped, "What the heck", I took off my shirt the way a stripper does while lightly sniffing the air. It smelled awful. But I liked the feel of his hard, hairy forehead on my hairy left testicle. I have testicles!
Oh happy day! No more periods!
But I digress, back to the stubbly noggin that stole my d**n vibrator. How I lost it in that Thai airport when I smuggled durians back for my ill grandmother. She would often hallucinate. My vibrator brings back memories!
Terrifying, disturbing memories. The kind that
It smelled like nutritional yeast on top of some pizza. The texture was crunchy yet amazingly gooey and satisfying. I had seconds! Vegan nibbles--sweet.
Then, it happened. I turned around and saw the big hairy dude taking a slice, so I grabbed him by the skin of his knee. He screamed and started to run but I threw a slice of hot, steaming apple pie. He slipped and fell, crushing his left piggy toe. Thinking he was safe, he started to dance a jig wildly. Apparently, he majored in dance at the University of Danceterdam. While a great pole dancer he had rock hard pole himself that turns me on. Late one night he crept into a magenta thong made of silk, hoping she wouldn't miss her favorite thong he tried on while wet from the rain after washing the floor and he "accidentally" spilled soy milk all over my white tee.
Startled, I gasped, "What the heck", I took off my shirt the way a stripper does while lightly sniffing the air. It smelled awful. But I liked the feel of his hard, hairy forehead on my hairy left testicle. I have testicles!
Oh happy day! No more periods!
But I digress, back to the stubbly noggin that stole my d**n vibrator. How I lost it in that Thai airport when I smuggled durians back for my ill grandmother. She would often hallucinate. My vibrator brings back memories!
Terrifying, disturbing memories. The kind that Absinthe drinkers have.
It smelled like nutritional yeast on top of some pizza. The texture was crunchy yet amazingly gooey and satisfying. I had seconds! Vegan nibbles--sweet.
Then, it happened. I turned around and saw the big hairy dude taking a slice, so I grabbed him by the skin of his knee. He screamed and started to run but I threw a slice of hot, steaming apple pie. He slipped and fell, crushing his left piggy toe. Thinking he was safe, he started to dance a jig wildly. Apparently, he majored in dance at the University of Danceterdam. While a great pole dancer he had rock hard pole himself that turns me on. Late one night he crept into a magenta thong made of silk, hoping she wouldn't miss her favorite thong he tried on while wet from the rain after washing the floor and he "accidentally" spilled soy milk all over my white tee.
Startled, I gasped, "What the heck", I took off my shirt the way a stripper does while lightly sniffing the air. It smelled awful. But I liked the feel of his hard, hairy forehead on my hairy left testicle. I have testicles!
Oh happy day! No more periods!
But I digress, back to the stubbly noggin that stole my d**n vibrator. How I lost it in that Thai airport when I smuggled durians back for my ill grandmother. She would often hallucinate. My vibrator brings back memories!
Terrifying, disturbing memories. The kind that Absinthe drinkers have. Especially after a
It smelled like nutritional yeast on top of some pizza. The texture was crunchy yet amazingly gooey and satisfying. I had seconds! Vegan nibbles--sweet.
Then, it happened. I turned around and saw the big hairy dude taking a slice, so I grabbed him by the skin of his knee. He screamed and started to run but I threw a slice of hot, steaming apple pie. He slipped and fell, crushing his left piggy toe. Thinking he was safe, he started to dance a jig wildly. Apparently, he majored in dance at the University of Danceterdam. While a great pole dancer he had rock hard pole himself that turns me on. Late one night he crept into a magenta thong made of silk, hoping she wouldn't miss her favorite thong he tried on while wet from the rain after washing the floor and he "accidentally" spilled soy milk all over my white tee.
Startled, I gasped, "What the heck", I took off my shirt the way a stripper does while lightly sniffing the air. It smelled awful. But I liked the feel of his hard, hairy forehead on my hairy left testicle. I have testicles!
Oh happy day! No more periods!
But I digress, back to the stubbly noggin that stole my d**n vibrator. How I lost it in that Thai airport when I smuggled durians back for my ill grandmother. She would often hallucinate. My vibrator brings back memories!
Terrifying, disturbing memories. The kind that Absinthe drinkers have. Especially after a month in Bangkok.
It smelled like nutritional yeast on top of some pizza. The texture was crunchy yet amazingly gooey and satisfying. I had seconds! Vegan nibbles--sweet.
Then, it happened. I turned around and saw the big hairy dude taking a slice, so I grabbed him by the skin of his knee. He screamed and started to run but I threw a slice of hot, steaming apple pie. He slipped and fell, crushing his left piggy toe. Thinking he was safe, he started to dance a jig wildly. Apparently, he majored in dance at the University of Danceterdam. While a great pole dancer he had rock hard pole himself that turns me on. Late one night he crept into a magenta thong made of silk, hoping she wouldn't miss her favorite thong he tried on while wet from the rain after washing the floor and he "accidentally" spilled soy milk all over my white tee.
Startled, I gasped, "What the heck", I took off my shirt the way a stripper does while lightly sniffing the air. It smelled awful. But I liked the feel of his hard, hairy forehead on my hairy left testicle. I have testicles!
Oh happy day! No more periods!
But I digress, back to the stubbly noggin that stole my d**n vibrator. How I lost it in that Thai airport when I smuggled durians back for my ill grandmother. She would often hallucinate. My vibrator brings back memories!
Terrifying, disturbing memories. The kind that Absinthe drinkers have. Especially after a month in Bangkok. This rhymes with
It smelled like nutritional yeast on top of some pizza. The texture was crunchy yet amazingly gooey and satisfying. I had seconds! Vegan nibbles--sweet.
Then, it happened. I turned around and saw the big hairy dude taking a slice, so I grabbed him by the skin of his knee. He screamed and started to run but I threw a slice of hot, steaming apple pie. He slipped and fell, crushing his left piggy toe. Thinking he was safe, he started to dance a jig wildly. Apparently, he majored in dance at the University of Danceterdam. While a great pole dancer he had rock hard pole himself that turns me on. Late one night he crept into a magenta thong made of silk, hoping she wouldn't miss her favorite thong he tried on while wet from the rain after washing the floor and he "accidentally" spilled soy milk all over my white tee.
Startled, I gasped, "What the heck", I took off my shirt the way a stripper does while lightly sniffing the air. It smelled awful. But I liked the feel of his hard, hairy forehead on my hairy left testicle. I have testicles!
Oh happy day! No more periods!
But I digress, back to the stubbly noggin that stole my d**n vibrator. How I lost it in that Thai airport when I smuggled durians back for my ill grandmother. She would often hallucinate. My vibrator brings back memories!
Terrifying, disturbing memories. The kind that Absinthe drinkers have. Especially after a month in Bangkok. This rhymes with Mr. Spock, which
It smelled like nutritional yeast on top of some pizza. The texture was crunchy yet amazingly gooey and satisfying. I had seconds! Vegan nibbles--sweet.
Then, it happened. I turned around and saw the big hairy dude taking a slice, so I grabbed him by the skin of his knee. He screamed and started to run but I threw a slice of hot, steaming apple pie. He slipped and fell, crushing his left piggy toe. Thinking he was safe, he started to dance a jig wildly. Apparently, he majored in dance at the University of Danceterdam. While a great pole dancer he had rock hard pole himself that turns me on. Late one night he crept into a magenta thong made of silk, hoping she wouldn't miss her favorite thong he tried on while wet from the rain after washing the floor and he "accidentally" spilled soy milk all over my white tee.
Startled, I gasped, "What the heck", I took off my shirt the way a stripper does while lightly sniffing the air. It smelled awful. But I liked the feel of his hard, hairy forehead on my hairy left testicle. I have testicles!
Oh happy day! No more periods!
But I digress, back to the stubbly noggin that stole my d**n vibrator. How I lost it in that Thai airport when I smuggled durians back for my ill grandmother. She would often hallucinate. My vibrator brings back memories!
Terrifying, disturbing memories. The kind that Absinthe drinkers have. Especially after a month in Bangkok. This rhymes with Mr. Spock, which Nimoy played brilliantly.
Am I the
(sorry forgot to c&p)
(that is so not teh s3xxx0r)
It smelled like nutritional yeast on top of some pizza. The texture was crunchy yet amazingly gooey and satisfying. I had seconds! Vegan nibbles--sweet.
Then, it happened. I turned around and saw the big hairy dude taking a slice, so I grabbed him by the skin of his knee. He screamed and started to run but I threw a slice of hot, steaming apple pie. He slipped and fell, crushing his left piggy toe. Thinking he was safe, he started to dance a jig wildly. Apparently, he majored in dance at the University of Danceterdam. While a great pole dancer he had rock hard pole himself that turns me on. Late one night he crept into a magenta thong made of silk, hoping she wouldn't miss her favorite thong he tried on while wet from the rain after washing the floor and he "accidentally" spilled soy milk all over my white tee.
Startled, I gasped, "What the heck", I took off my shirt the way a stripper does while lightly sniffing the air. It smelled awful. But I liked the feel of his hard, hairy forehead on my hairy left testicle. I have testicles!
Oh happy day! No more periods!
But I digress, back to the stubbly noggin that stole my d**n vibrator. How I lost it in that Thai airport when I smuggled durians back for my ill grandmother. She would often hallucinate. My vibrator brings back memories!
Terrifying, disturbing memories. The kind that Absinthe drinkers have. Especially after a month in Bangkok. This rhymes with Mr. Spock, which Nimoy played brilliantly.
Am I the happiest when I am alone with
It smelled like nutritional yeast on top of some pizza. The texture was crunchy yet amazingly gooey and satisfying. I had seconds! Vegan nibbles--sweet.
Then, it happened. I turned around and saw the big hairy dude taking a slice, so I grabbed him by the skin of his knee. He screamed and started to run but I threw a slice of hot, steaming apple pie. He slipped and fell, crushing his left piggy toe. Thinking he was safe, he started to dance a jig wildly. Apparently, he majored in dance at the University of Danceterdam. While a great pole dancer he had rock hard pole himself that turns me on. Late one night he crept into a magenta thong made of silk, hoping she wouldn't miss her favorite thong he tried on while wet from the rain after washing the floor and he "accidentally" spilled soy milk all over my white tee.
Startled, I gasped, "What the heck", I took off my shirt the way a stripper does while lightly sniffing the air. It smelled awful. But I liked the feel of his hard, hairy forehead on my hairy left testicle. I have testicles!
Oh happy day! No more periods!
But I digress, back to the stubbly noggin that stole my d**n vibrator. How I lost it in that Thai airport when I smuggled durians back for my ill grandmother. She would often hallucinate. My vibrator brings back memories!
Terrifying, disturbing memories. The kind that Absinthe drinkers have. Especially after a month in Bangkok. This rhymes with Mr. Spock, which Nimoy played brilliantly.
Am I the happiest when I am alone with The Green Fairy
It smelled like nutritional yeast on top of some pizza. The texture was crunchy yet amazingly gooey and satisfying. I had seconds! Vegan nibbles--sweet.
Then, it happened. I turned around and saw the big hairy dude taking a slice, so I grabbed him by the skin of his knee. He screamed and started to run but I threw a slice of hot, steaming apple pie. He slipped and fell, crushing his left piggy toe. Thinking he was safe, he started to dance a jig wildly. Apparently, he majored in dance at the University of Danceterdam. While a great pole dancer he had rock hard pole himself that turns me on. Late one night he crept into a magenta thong made of silk, hoping she wouldn't miss her favorite thong he tried on while wet from the rain after washing the floor and he "accidentally" spilled soy milk all over my white tee.
Startled, I gasped, "What the heck", I took off my shirt the way a stripper does while lightly sniffing the air. It smelled awful. But I liked the feel of his hard, hairy forehead on my hairy left testicle. I have testicles!
Oh happy day! No more periods!
But I digress, back to the stubbly noggin that stole my d**n vibrator. How I lost it in that Thai airport when I smuggled durians back for my ill grandmother. She would often hallucinate. My vibrator brings back memories!
Terrifying, disturbing memories. The kind that Absinthe drinkers have. Especially after a month in Bangkok. This rhymes with Mr. Spock, which Nimoy played brilliantly.
Am I the happiest when I am alone with The Green Fairy or alone with
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