Thread: The Three Word Game!
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me take off
my hat and
throw it in
the lake where
it could get
Eaaten by a...
huge sea monster
. Other than that...
anyone would discover
why the Orc
wanted to visit
the old park
where he played
an old banjo
horribly, and everyone
covered their ears
when he made
sounds like a
screeching cat and
nails on a
blackboard. Still he
continued on his
banjo playing Portsmouth
journey, as was
a very strange
ghost behind the
long lost story
which the fortune-teller
began telling to
the pink elephant (,)
the green rabbit,
and the gingham
who kissed a
large wet turtle.
The Monkey King
went over to
a galaxy far
,far away and
opened a bar
and made margaritas
. They were the
best in the
aera ,since it
was a place
for all of
the young singles
good looking spieces
and mindless sprites
to have a
big slumber party.
