Discussion in 'Word games' started by Arannir, Mar 6, 2014.
Wake me up when November dies.
I've gotta post here more often.
I'm grading papers, students are failing.
Brexit. Brexit Crises. More Brexit. Brexit.
Turn it off and on again.
Guess what, the child is yours.
"Surrender!" he shouted. Then he died.
We arrived. We conquered. We celebrated.
Baby birds hatched, learned flying, departed.
I was writing. Suddenly, I stopped!
oh no not another one again
Surgeon chuckles while my knees buckle.
... at ol' Uncle Knuckle's Chuckle Bunker!
Dwarf begs: "Mercy!" Loses front teeth.
Asexual nymphomaniac suffers multiple personality crisis.
Funeral, weeping, burial. Widow in heat.
For sale: baby diaper. Well used.
Retro-rocket failure. Idiotic grinning. Goodnight muchachos!
Beaver nibbles bait. Snap! Sqeal! Dead!
Redrum seized, the sun came out.
The dog sleeps. Oblivious and content.
She collapses to the ground, exhausted.
So, this is the second story in your dog trilogy, right?
Tsk! Tsk! That was eleven words!
Breath bubbling skyward, I'm finally submerged.
Separate names with a comma.
