Post by ⋆⋅ Sage ⋅⋆ on Aug 4, 2020 14:13:31 GMT -6
Okay I have no idea if anyone is ever going to reply to this or even see it, BUT I'm bored right now. I enjoy playing the stupid game where we create a story, probably a memey one, each only supplying one word per turn. Like this:
Person A: One
Person B: Day
Person C: I
Person A: Was
Person C: Eating
Person D: Spaghetti
Person B: And...
...etc etc...
Just don't post twice in a row and we good. I'll start:
Never
Never again will I eat my own feet because they're incredibly dry from my disease called 'Pringles', which makes every person in my life poop in reverse, so now whenever they use toilet they die from reverse pooping.
Pablo was circumcised.
Afterward, Jeremy ate 🍌 which he choked on so his father disowned him.
Tomorrow his boyfriend will slice off his hair brush because dogs are hairy.
We cancel admins (Alu) because they gay and bad because they always hated their killing games because Alucard said he performed in a musical called 'Flies of the Skunk Part of Noodle Slurping With Their Uncles'.
Yesterday everyone was simping and celebrating for the banning of Heimdall who secretly loved Thanos because last year, winter was frickin cold and amusing.
Suddenly, Papa Zola exclaimed, "Behold my spectacular daughter and the muscles on my thighs I use to crush my mug of shame."
Now I lick this bloodstain every time I slice pizza during the half time show of hockey.
I really hate oranges especially the orange that murdered my wife in January 1987, the worst day of my life that I farted on.
Your life now sucks my lollipop sword, which repel fire and farts except kisses make cum erupt like my belly, however mice are delicious only after cloning them with your earwax removal touch, which erases my despair and hope intertwine inside a jar inside the stomach acid inside the barbarian hideout office.
Only if we did what Dio always does when he kills us.
Long time coming of the ...
Person A: One
Person B: Day
Person C: I
Person A: Was
Person C: Eating
Person D: Spaghetti
Person B: And...
...etc etc...
Just don't post twice in a row and we good. I'll start:
Never
The story up until this point, as of 8/23 @ 5:41PM EST
Never again will I eat my own feet because they're incredibly dry from my disease called 'Pringles', which makes every person in my life poop in reverse, so now whenever they use toilet they die from reverse pooping.
Pablo was circumcised.
Afterward, Jeremy ate 🍌 which he choked on so his father disowned him.
Tomorrow his boyfriend will slice off his hair brush because dogs are hairy.
We cancel admins (Alu) because they gay and bad because they always hated their killing games because Alucard said he performed in a musical called 'Flies of the Skunk Part of Noodle Slurping With Their Uncles'.
Yesterday everyone was simping and celebrating for the banning of Heimdall who secretly loved Thanos because last year, winter was frickin cold and amusing.
Suddenly, Papa Zola exclaimed, "Behold my spectacular daughter and the muscles on my thighs I use to crush my mug of shame."
Now I lick this bloodstain every time I slice pizza during the half time show of hockey.
I really hate oranges especially the orange that murdered my wife in January 1987, the worst day of my life that I farted on.
Your life now sucks my lollipop sword, which repel fire and farts except kisses make cum erupt like my belly, however mice are delicious only after cloning them with your earwax removal touch, which erases my despair and hope intertwine inside a jar inside the stomach acid inside the barbarian hideout office.
Only if we did what Dio always does when he kills us.
Long time coming of the ...
you got this
