Let's tell a story four words at a time (Part 1)

non-counting, non-grammatical stupidity

, but colorless green ideas

which, oddly enough, attracted

herds of hungry wildebeest.

It was therefore decreed

that street drugs be

handed out freely to

to wildebeests. We’ll video

the hilarious results and

write a book about

our time in Paris.

It’ll probably start with

“It was a dark”

“Dark night it was.”

I smelled zucchini frying

, Buddy Guy’s Saturday Night

Accordion Revue, replete with

beer barrel polka dancers.

A sudden hush fell

as Norbert stepped into