Thread: The Three Word Game!
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to the party
which is why
he bought his
grandmother a bright
blood red hat
to cover her
contagious swelling wounds
with plastic plasters
hanging from knee-caps
baked by Goblins
in far off
forges under dark
sun-beams known as
the curse of
Gollum's Folly, which
usually were hidden
the blind bats
with white-canes flying
above sea level
skimming wave tops
and slicing anemones
for a salad
with pepperoni pizza
wishing to bribe
Italian officers on
flying carpets with
most of their
gear in a
wooden bow carried
behind the saddle
and raised above
suspicion of their
forsworn enemies who
have been in
deep mud, because
mud-wrestling was their
best offensive weapon
in-spite-of their unfortunate
habit of wearing
long underpants instead-of
sunscreen, shades, and
intented to reach
upper management where
the big wheels
turned like minor
wheels would whenever
monkey-wrenches were thrown
come to sudden
stop, which would
cause mechanics from
