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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"
"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup! He

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup! He grows heirloom tomatoes.

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup! He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"
"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup! He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"
"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup! He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"
"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup! He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"
"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"
"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that 

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"
"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.

 

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"
"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.

The young man, still syringe seeking

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"
"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.

The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"
"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.

The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.

The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.

The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen wearing a paisley

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.

The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen wearing a paisley tank top and

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.

The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen wearing a paisley tank top and fuzzy bunny slippers.

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.

The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen wearing a paisley tank top and fuzzy bunny slippers. The young man

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.

The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen wearing a paisley tank top and fuzzy bunny slippers. The young man, whose name is

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.

The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen wearing a paisley tank top and fuzzy bunny slippers. The young man, whose name is not James or

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

 

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.

 

The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen wearing a paisley tank top and fuzzy bunny slippers. The young man, whose name is not James or Mordecai, climbed down

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.

The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen wearing a paisley tank top and fuzzy bunny slippers. The young man, whose name is not James or Mordecai, climbed down and asked Bruce,

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.

The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen wearing a paisley tank top and fuzzy bunny slippers. The young man, whose name is not James or Mordecai, climbed down and asked Bruce, lewdly and crudely,

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.

The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen wearing a paisley tank top and fuzzy bunny slippers. The young man, whose name is not James or Mordecai, climbed down and asked Bruce, lewdly and crudely, if he knew

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.

The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen wearing a paisley tank top and fuzzy bunny slippers. The young man, whose name is not James or Mordecai, climbed down and asked Bruce, lewdly and crudely, if he knew the way to

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.

The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen wearing a paisley tank top and fuzzy bunny slippers. The young man, whose name is not James or Mordecai, climbed down and asked Bruce, lewdly and crudely, if he knew the way to the goop factory.

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"
"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.
The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen wearing a paisley tank top and fuzzy bunny slippers. The young man, whose name is not James or Mordecai, climbed down and asked Bruce, lewdly and crudely, if he knew the way to the goop factory.

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.

The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen wearing a paisley tank top and fuzzy bunny slippers. The young man, whose name is not James or Mordecai, climbed down and asked Bruce, lewdly and crudely, if he knew the way to the goop factory.

Bruce then rose and walked over to the young

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.

The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen wearing a paisley tank top and fuzzy bunny slippers. The young man, whose name is not James or Mordecai, climbed down and asked Bruce, lewdly and crudely, if he knew the way to the goop factory.

Bruce then rose and walked over to the young man, still aware

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"
"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.
The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen wearing a paisley tank top and fuzzy bunny slippers. The young man, whose name is not James or Mordecai, climbed down and asked Bruce, lewdly and crudely, if he knew the way to the goop factory.
Bruce then rose and walked over to the young man, still aware that the sun

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

 

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.

 

The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen wearing a paisley tank top and fuzzy bunny slippers. The young man, whose name is not James or Mordecai, climbed down and asked Bruce, lewdly and crudely, if he knew the way to the goop factory.

 

Bruce then rose and walked over to the young man, still aware that the sun was about to

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.

The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen wearing a paisley tank top and fuzzy bunny slippers. The young man, whose name is not James or Mordecai, climbed down and asked Bruce, lewdly and crudely, if he knew the way to the goop factory.

Bruce then rose and walked over to the young man, still aware that the sun was about to explode unless he

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

 

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.

 

The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen wearing a paisley tank top and fuzzy bunny slippers. The young man, whose name is not James or Mordecai, climbed down and asked Bruce, lewdly and crudely, if he knew the way to the goop factory.

 

Bruce then rose and walked over to the young man, still aware that the sun was about to explode unless he hosed it down

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.

The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen wearing a paisley tank top and fuzzy bunny slippers. The young man, whose name is not James or Mordecai, climbed down and asked Bruce, lewdly and crudely, if he knew the way to the goop factory.

Bruce then rose and walked over to the young man, still aware that the sun was about to explode unless he hosed it down with precious, expensive

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.

The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen wearing a paisley tank top and fuzzy bunny slippers. The young man, whose name is not James or Mordecai, climbed down and asked Bruce, lewdly and crudely, if he knew the way to the goop factory.

Bruce then rose and walked over to the young man, still aware that the sun was about to explode unless he hosed it down with precious, expensive elfin oracle mirrors.  Bruce couldn't find

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

 

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.

 

The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen wearing a paisley tank top and fuzzy bunny slippers. The young man, whose name is not James or Mordecai, climbed down and asked Bruce, lewdly and crudely, if he knew the way to the goop factory.

 

Bruce then rose and walked over to the young man, still aware that the sun was about to explode unless he hosed it down with precious, expensive elfin oracle mirrors.  Bruce couldn't find the washing champagne

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw a curious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.

The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen wearing a paisley tank top and fuzzy bunny slippers. The young man, whose name is not James or Mordecai, climbed down and asked Bruce, lewdly and crudely, if he knew the way to the goop factory.

Bruce then rose and walked over to the young man, still aware that the sun was about to explode unless he hosed it down with precious, expensive elfin oracle mirrors.  Bruce couldn't find the washing champagne and the purple

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw acurious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.

The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen wearing a paisley tank top and fuzzy bunny slippers. The young man, whose name is not James or Mordecai, climbed down and asked Bruce, lewdly and crudely, if he knew the way to the goop factory.

Bruce then rose and walked over to the young man, still aware that the sun was about to explode unless he hosed it down with precious, expensive elfin oracle mirrors. Bruce couldn't find the washing champagne and the purple ketchup, so he

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw acurious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.

The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen wearing a paisley tank top and fuzzy bunny slippers. The young man, whose name is not James or Mordecai, climbed down and asked Bruce, lewdly and crudely, if he knew the way to the goop factory.

Bruce then rose and walked over to the young man, still aware that the sun was about to explode unless he hosed it down with precious, expensive elfin oracle mirrors. Bruce couldn't find the washing champagne and the purple ketchup, so he asked the young

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw acurious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.

The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen wearing a paisley tank top and fuzzy bunny slippers. The young man, whose name is not James or Mordecai, climbed down and asked Bruce, lewdly and crudely, if he knew the way to the goop factory.

Bruce then rose and walked over to the young man, still aware that the sun was about to explode unless he hosed it down with precious, expensive elfin oracle mirrors. Bruce couldn't find the washing champagne and the purple ketchup, so he asked the young Icelandic troll witch

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw acurious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.

The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen wearing a paisley tank top and fuzzy bunny slippers. The young man, whose name is not James or Mordecai, climbed down and asked Bruce, lewdly and crudely, if he knew the way to the goop factory.
Bruce then rose and walked over to the young man, still aware that the sun was about to explode unless he hosed it down with precious, expensive elfin oracle mirrors. Bruce couldn't find the washing champagne and the purple ketchup, so he asked the young Icelandic troll witch who was an

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw acurious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"

"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.

The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen wearing a paisley tank top and fuzzy bunny slippers. The young man, whose name is not James or Mordecai, climbed down and asked Bruce, lewdly and crudely, if he knew the way to the goop factory.
Bruce then rose and walked over to the young man, still aware that the sun was about to explode unless he hosed it down with precious, expensive elfin oracle mirrors. Bruce couldn't find the washing champagne and the purple ketchup, so he asked the young Icelandic troll witch who was an ornamental throw rug

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw acurious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"
"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.
The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen wearing a paisley tank top and fuzzy bunny slippers. The young man, whose name is not James or Mordecai, climbed down and asked Bruce, lewdly and crudely, if he knew the way to the goop factory.
Bruce then rose and walked over to the young man, still aware that the sun was about to explode unless he hosed it down with precious, expensive elfin oracle mirrors. Bruce couldn't find the washing champagne and the purple ketchup, so he asked the young Icelandic troll witch who was an ornamental throw rug away from being

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw acurious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"
"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.
The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen wearing a paisley tank top and fuzzy bunny slippers. The young man, whose name is not James or Mordecai, climbed down and asked Bruce, lewdly and crudely, if he knew the way to the goop factory.
Bruce then rose and walked over to the young man, still aware that the sun was about to explode unless he hosed it down with precious, expensive elfin oracle mirrors. Bruce couldn't find the washing champagne and the purple ketchup, so he asked the young Icelandic troll witch who was an ornamental throw rug away from being a design major

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One bright morning, Bruce looked out and saw acurious young man climbing the wall of ivied brick, only to find that his handhold wasn't stable. Bruce, curious as well, went to see a giant mushroom shaking the ivy and lighting it with Firebird's help, who flew in from over the cuckoo's nest. He decided that his inaction was ended. Bruce grabbed his pants and his shiny automatic handgun, and went to ask the man who had bright red talons on, and bright green underwear, "What are you doing?"
"I'm lost and looking for an antifungal syringe full of green goop. Have you seen it?" "Seen what?" "I seek the syringe!" Bruce thought the worst as he recognized the mushroom as the one that turned him inside out and caused him to rethink reality. Then he aimed the banana pie launcher at the face of the mushroom. Firebird turned from his continental breakfast, "I like pie covered in purple tomato ketchup!" He grows heirloom tomatoes, a lucrative trade nearly destroyed by giant polka dancers looking for their long lost tap shoes, bereft that they lost them.
The young man, still syringe seeking, looking endlessly for the man who was last seen wearing a paisley tank top and fuzzy bunny slippers. The young man, whose name is not James or Mordecai, climbed down and asked Bruce, lewdly and crudely, if he knew the way to the goop factory.
Bruce then rose and walked over to the young man, still aware that the sun was about to explode unless he hosed it down with precious, expensive elfin oracle mirrors. Bruce couldn't find the washing champagne and the purple ketchup, so he asked the young Icelandic troll witch who was an ornamental throw rug away from being a design major from outer space

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