OK, here are the rules: I’ll start a story with a sentence or 2, then stop abruptly in the middle of a sentence and put an indicator in parentheses of what the next word should be, e.g. (noun) (adjective) (fictional animal) etc.
Then the next person copies and pastes what I wrote, replacing the word or words in parentheses with what is required, then continuing the story for another sentence or 2. Got it? Good, then here goes:
Three girls met up behind the barn at the edge of town to discuss what should be done about Suzie’s situation. Suzie’s problems began just over a month ago when her cousin saw her (a suspiscious activity)
Three girls met up behind the barn at the edge of town to discuss what should be done about Suzie’s situation. Suzie’s problems began just over a month ago when her cousin saw her slinking nekkid through the barnyard carrying a length of rope, leather gloves and two live chickens. Naturally, her cousin assumed the worst–but all Suzie was really doing was (a completly innocent activity that involves being naked, a length of rope, leather gloves and two live chickens)
Three girls met up behind the barn at the edge of town to discuss what should be done about Suzie’s situation. Suzie’s problems began just over a month ago when her cousin saw her
slinking nekkid through the barnyard carrying a length of rope, leather gloves and two live chickens. Naturally, her cousin assumed the worst–but all Suzie was really doing was naked Chicken “wrasslin’”, and she wasn’t doing very good. The Chickens had ganged up on her and started pecking away at her… (body part not on the head)
Three girls met up behind the barn at the edge of town to discuss what should be done about Suzie’s situation. Suzie’s problems began just over a month ago when her cousin saw her slinking nekkid through the barnyard carrying a length of rope, leather gloves and two live chickens. Naturally, her cousin assumed the worst–but all Suzie was really doing was trying to fly. She assumed that if she removed all her clothes (to be lighter), tied two chickens to ropes, through the chickens in the air from the top of the barn, and jumped, the chickens would fly away and her with them. (The leather gloves, of course, were to prevent ruining her delicate hands on the rough rope.)
Her cousin assumed the worst, because when she had tried it (which farm kid hasn’t tried to fly by tying ropes to chickens) she got a nasy bruise on her (mention body part.)
Three girls met up behind the barn at the edge of town to discuss what should be done about Suzie’s situation. Suzie’s problems began just over a month ago when her cousin saw her
slinking nekkid through the barnyard carrying a length of rope, leather gloves and two live chickens. Naturally, her cousin assumed the
worst–but all Suzie was really doing was naked Chicken “wrasslin’”, and she wasn’t doing very good. The Chickens had ganged up on
her and started pecking away at her left pinky toe. In desperation, she tried to headbutt Marge, the bigger of the 2 chickens, but her head went right into Marge’s beak causing her to bleed from the forehead. Dazed, Suzie fell on her back while a line of baby chicks crawled up her pant leg.
Meanwhile, Suzie’s cousin BillyJoeBob, completely unaware of the wrastlin match and consequently the danger Suzie was currently in, was runnin into town to report what he’d seen. He was especially concerned because Suzie had had other bizarre incidences involving chickens, leather gloves, and rope. It was assumed she was rehabilitated after her six week treatment with the town policemailmandoctor Willy, but relapses in this area were not uncommon and BillyJoeBob was aware of this.
He’d just made it passed the town gas station when he saw Suzie’s 2 close friends starring at him. They did not like him. In fact, they constantly taunted and teased him, and he often tried to avoid them, though he secretly enjoyed being belittled by them. But he figured this was an emergency so he went up to them to explain what he hads seen. They immediately became defensive and angry telling him,“If you ever breathe a word of this to anyone we’ll (something really mean)”
<I know I added a bit more than my own rules called for, but what the hey? I started the thread>
Three girls met up behind the barn at the edge of town to discuss what should be done about Suzie’s situation. Suzie’s problems began just over a month ago when her cousin saw her slinking nekkid through the barnyard carrying a length of rope, leather gloves and two live chickens. Naturally, her cousin assumed the worst–but all Suzie was really doing was trying to fly. She assumed that if she removed all her clothes (to be lighter), tied two chickens to ropes, through the chickens in the air from the top of the barn, and jumped, the chickens would fly away and her with them. (The leather gloves, of course, were to prevent ruining her delicate hands on the rough rope.)
Her cousin assumed the worst, because when she had tried it (which farm kid hasn’t tried to fly by tying ropes to chickens) she got a nasty bruise on her left pinky toe (why not? pinky toes are funny). However, this did not happen to Suzie. Amazingly enough, it actually worked this time. It wasn’t the smoothest takeoff in the world, but it was truly miraculus. With all the apparatus in place, Suzie urged the chickens onward, and they flapped those wings like there was no tomorrow (which, according to the town seer, there wasn’t, but that’s a whole other story) and ever so slowly, Suzie’s feet began to lift off the ground. Starring out of sight in complete disbelief, her cousin (an unexpected and completely irrational action)
Three girls met up behind the barn at the edge of town to discuss what should be done about Suzie’s situation. Suzie’s problems began just over a month ago when her cousin saw her slinking nekkid through the barnyard carrying a length of rope, leather gloves and two live chickens. Naturally, her cousin assumed the worst–but all Suzie was really doing was trying to fly. She assumed that if she removed all her clothes (to be lighter), tied two chickens to ropes, through the chickens in the air from the top of the barn, and jumped, the chickens would fly away and her with them. (The leather gloves, of course, were to prevent ruining her delicate hands on the rough rope.)
Her cousin assumed the worst, because when she had tried it (which farm kid hasn’t tried to fly by tying ropes to chickens) she got a nasty bruise on her left pinky toe (why not? pinky toes are funny). However, this did not happen to Suzie. Amazingly enough, it actually worked this time. It wasn’t the smoothest takeoff in the world, but it was truly miraculus. With all the apparatus in place, Suzie urged the chickens onward, and they flapped those wings like there was no tomorrow (which, according to the town seer, there wasn’t, but that’s a whole other story) and ever so slowly, Suzie’s feet began to lift off the ground. Starring out of sight in complete disbelief, her cousin suddebly started channeling the monkeys at the zoo and pooped his pants, then began flinging it at her.
Suzie was confounded and fell to the ground covered in human excrement as her cousin continued to dance around like a lunatic monkey. When suddenly a policeman arrived and began ticketing them for (some supposedly illegal activity that involves ropes and chickens).
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