This is somewhat within the family tree of Word Association. Basically, you have to post something relevant to the post the previous person did, but it has to be nonsensical. For example I say; "My hats are mad but the puppeteer had red skin." Then someone else will come along and go, "But what of red skin? My blankets are the colour of moon, yet no wine had drunk the corn of my sister's facial blemish." So, totally nonsensical, right? That's the idea. Anyway, I start. The dolphins had learned poetry and hence were the new generation of kite-flyers.
Haven't got a clue what goes on in your head but here goes: The dolphins had learned poetry and hence were the new generation of kite-flyers. With their new abilty they perfected ryhme, and hence, ate Dunlop tyres?
The dolphins had learned poetry and hence were the new generation of kite-flyers. With their new abilty they perfected ryhme, and hence, ate Dunlop tyres? The Dunlop tyres revolted, and proceeded to eat sardines.
The dolphins had learned poetry and hence were the new generation of kite-flyers. With their new abilty they perfected ryhme, and hence, ate Dunlop tyres? The Dunlop tyres revolted, and proceeded to eat sardines. __________________ Sardines revolted and ate fuzzy little clown suites
((Just have to copy the previous guy's post.)) Sardines revolted and ate fuzzy little clown suites But clowns wouldn't harpoon whales like obedient little clowns, and so Funny Whale Harpoon. Inc had to outsource schizophrenic bushbabies from madagascar.
But clowns wouldn't harpoon whales like obedient little clowns, and so Funny Whale Harpoon. Inc had to outsource schizophrenic bushbabies from madagascar. Now all hell breaks loose.
But clowns wouldn't harpoon whales like obedient little clowns, and so Funny Whale Harpoon. Inc had to outsource schizophrenic bushbabies from madagascar. Now all hell breaks loose. And the rabid rubber pants broke free.
But clowns wouldn't harpoon whales like obedient little clowns, and so Funny Whale Harpoon. Inc had to outsource schizophrenic bushbabies from madagascar. Now all hell breaks loose. And the rabid rubber pants broke free and the monsters unleashed havic on little babies.
and the monsters unleashed havic on little babies. But why, mother? Jeremy cried. He had wished for a chair, but instead got a stool. Why must it be so? "Be still, or the monsters shall havok you," the mom hissed. "But why, mother?"
"But why, mother?" Why indeed. Why does anything happen in life? And the black hole continued to devour all living things.
