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...
( <bows> ;) )
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 myself? I can't suppress my enthusiasm for 'Chocolate Rain' which I hum constantly, it's the theme for love that makes me lick strangers' toes. Sometimes their toes lick me back. My weakness for feet is intense. I once spent a year stealing shoes from goodwill. Which led to my eventual arrest. The correctional facilities had vegan meals and tight uniforms, which made it the perfect place. These days I spend my time wondering how I can get some lovin'!! I miss droppin the soap.
Suddenly, I gasped, when Rick walked in
(Drama!)
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 myself? I can't suppress my enthusiasm for 'Chocolate Rain' which I hum constantly, it's the theme for love that makes me lick strangers' toes. Sometimes their toes lick me back. My weakness for feet is intense. I once spent a year stealing shoes from goodwill. Which led to my eventual arrest. The correctional facilities had vegan meals and tight uniforms, which made it the perfect place. These days I spend my time wondering how I can get some lovin'!! I miss droppin the soap.
Suddenly, I gasped, when Rick walked in with a hamster
(Yeah, steering it back to the forehead-on-testicle situation at hand...)
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 myself? I can't suppress my enthusiasm for 'Chocolate Rain' which I hum constantly, it's the theme for love that makes me lick strangers' toes. Sometimes their toes lick me back. My weakness for feet is intense. I once spent a year stealing shoes from goodwill. Which led to my eventual arrest. The correctional facilities had vegan meals and tight uniforms, which made it the perfect place. These days I spend my time wondering how I can get some lovin'!! I miss droppin the soap.
Suddenly, I gasped, when Rick walked in with a hamster. My hands were
(Oh nooooooooo leave the poor hamster out of tkitty's grasp!)
Hang on, I'll edit....
Hey, I'm not that sick, ya'll!!
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 myself? I can't suppress my enthusiasm for 'Chocolate Rain' which I hum constantly, it's the theme for love that makes me lick strangers' toes. Sometimes their toes lick me back. My weakness for feet is intense. I once spent a year stealing shoes from goodwill. Which led to my eventual arrest. The correctional facilities had vegan meals and tight uniforms, which made it the perfect place. These days I spend my time wondering how I can get some lovin'!! I miss droppin the soap.
Suddenly, I gasped, when Rick walked in with a hamster and red pasties, carrying a martini
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 myself? I can't suppress my enthusiasm for 'Chocolate Rain' which I hum constantly, it's the theme for love that makes me lick strangers' toes. Sometimes their toes lick me back. My weakness for feet is intense. I once spent a year stealing shoes from goodwill. Which led to my eventual arrest. The correctional facilities had vegan meals and tight uniforms, which made it the perfect place. These days I spend my time wondering how I can get some lovin'!! I miss droppin the soap.
Suddenly, I gasped, when Rick walked in with a hamster and red pasties, carrying a martini.
"I brought 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. This rhymes with Mr. Spock, which Nimoy played brilliantly.
Am I the happiest when I am alone with The Green Fairy or alone with myself? I can't suppress my enthusiasm for 'Chocolate Rain' which I hum constantly, it's the theme for love that makes me lick strangers' toes. Sometimes their toes lick me back. My weakness for feet is intense. I once spent a year stealing shoes from goodwill. Which led to my eventual arrest. The correctional facilities had vegan meals and tight uniforms, which made it the perfect place. These days I spend my time wondering how I can get some lovin'!! I miss droppin the soap.
Suddenly, I gasped, when Rick walked in with a hamster and red pasties, carrying a martini.
"I brought a poisonous dart frog just incase you
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 myself? I can't suppress my enthusiasm for 'Chocolate Rain' which I hum constantly, it's the theme for love that makes me lick strangers' toes. Sometimes their toes lick me back. My weakness for feet is intense. I once spent a year stealing shoes from goodwill. Which led to my eventual arrest. The correctional facilities had vegan meals and tight uniforms, which made it the perfect place. These days I spend my time wondering how I can get some lovin'!! I miss droppin the soap.
Suddenly, I gasped, when Rick walked in with a hamster and red pasties, carrying a martini.
"I brought a poisonous dart frog just incase you had someone here!"
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 myself? I can't suppress my enthusiasm for 'Chocolate Rain' which I hum constantly, it's the theme for love that makes me lick strangers' toes. Sometimes their toes lick me back. My weakness for feet is intense. I once spent a year stealing shoes from goodwill. Which led to my eventual arrest. The correctional facilities had vegan meals and tight uniforms, which made it the perfect place. These days I spend my time wondering how I can get some lovin'!! I miss droppin the soap.
Suddenly, I gasped, when Rick walked in with a hamster and red pasties, carrying a martini.
"I brought a poisonous dart frog just incase you had someone here!"
With that, Rick
:)
(oh and keep in mind that Rick just walked in on a hairy guy with his forehead on our left testicle... we should address 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. 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 myself? I can't suppress my enthusiasm for 'Chocolate Rain' which I hum constantly, it's the theme for love that makes me lick strangers' toes. Sometimes their toes lick me back. My weakness for feet is intense. I once spent a year stealing shoes from goodwill. Which led to my eventual arrest. The correctional facilities had vegan meals and tight uniforms, which made it the perfect place. These days I spend my time wondering how I can get some lovin'!! I miss droppin the soap.
Suddenly, I gasped, when Rick walked in with a hamster and red pasties, carrying a martini.
"I brought a poisonous dart frog just incase you had someone here!"
With that, Rick stared at my
(trying to address the testicles, JH)
(NOPE and_it_Spoke I got it first! :P)
(oh and keep in mind that Rick just walked in on a hairy guy with his forehead on our left testicle... we should address that...)
(Or is that "undress"... Sorry. It had to be done. ::) )
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 myself? I can't suppress my enthusiasm for 'Chocolate Rain' which I hum constantly, it's the theme for love that makes me lick strangers' toes. Sometimes their toes lick me back. My weakness for feet is intense. I once spent a year stealing shoes from goodwill. Which led to my eventual arrest. The correctional facilities had vegan meals and tight uniforms, which made it the perfect place. These days I spend my time wondering how I can get some lovin'!! I miss droppin the soap.
Suddenly, I gasped, when Rick walked in with a hamster and red pasties, carrying a martini.
"I brought a poisonous dart frog just incase you had someone here!"
With that, Rick stared at my naked companion and
my left testicle
:D
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