Thread: The Three Word Game!
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didn't stop Polly
from shouting: "Polly
doesn't want any
chocolate chip cookies (!)
but she really
didn't quite feel
up to releasing
anyone from anywhere
even though the
cat near the
cage had a
big green booger
and wiped it
with her paw
shooting glances at
the nearest cow
which was really
her mom who
forgot that fact
that one is
a sheep, that
likes apples and
to tap dance.
And in conclusion
the main hero
found that he
was an idiot
though not as
stupid as the
grasshopper from the
local bar. Feeling
great he continued
dreaming of being
popular among the
frogs who frequented
various sections of
the local college
just for fun
as well as
for shooting small
flies with their
very quick tongues.
Because of this
they had no
where to run
and nothing to
hide behind except
a bad smelling
pair of three
postcards with ugly
