I could have sworn there was once a thread where folks took turns writing sentences that had (almost certainly) never been typed before in human history. I can’t find it, but it’s time for one now in any case.
Whenever Mr. Aardvark filed his tax returns and that day fell on a Tuesday, he always made it a point to lick the postage stamp an even number of licks somewhere between one hundred thirty eight and three hundred fourteen times.
Years ago, when this scene was repeated, I could have told them all to eat a book, but now, things were different and green all over: my sandwich was no longer tasty.
That gave me an idea: I took all the above sentences, threw them at NovelAI’s latest engine, Euterpe V2, and it spat out this as its next sentence, which I think qualifies for this thread, or so Google says.
It takes a lot of courage to turn down a job offer from God.
I had just acquired the most ridiculous and useless super-power you could possibly have – super-olfaction – when my Golden Retriever padded into the room, looked me square in the eye and, in perfect English, said, “Knock it off, I’m the one with the fabulous sniffer, putz!”
I’d like a Big Mac with no cheese, a regular fries and a large Sprite, unless you’ve got hasenpfeffer on the menu, in which case I’ll have two orders of that both with Spirit Monkey cashews on the side and a dry red shiraz.