Four Word Story (1)

The story so far...

Once upon a time there were three hats and a frisky gerbil with a really big straw bed in his small dirty smelly hut and it was good. This frisky gerbil and the three red hats turned on the television to watch their favorite cartoon. The music started and the television spontaneously switched to a porno. They watched it in a very bad mood because they were underage and mothers' police monitored the boys instead of getting them some Nugits and Cheze and a Diet MacBeeyah like she shoulda been doing. With great leaps in decent TV-watching protocol of violent, pornographic nature, but, secretly they touched their pop-corn bowl and took out some juicy, succulent tempting and moldy cheese. Afterwords, they started touching each other and then washed their sexual organs in the pit of juicy dark plum nectar fermenting for yeast.

After a cold-shower Batman, Robin and Jesus stole a flying saucer from the corner store but the security cow intercepted them by performing Matrix-like martial arts on top of Grandpa. Grandpa grabbed an udder and destroyed them all and went to sleep. A wandering purple mole-rat kicked ferret to tdzk
who then licked a sore on his foot that left them thoroughly exhausted. The frisky gerbil pulled out a bong and gave it to the third red hat which turned bright purple cause the pot was laced with Soylent Green. However, this soylent Green was a magical leprechaun with the world's largest people to non-people ratio since 1462. Suddenly the leprechaun burst into flames and destroyed Disney Land. Noooooooo oooooooooooo ooooooooooooo ooooooooooo... wailed the red hat while the other hats did the mega happy jingly jangly penis dance. The gerbil whipped out five 80s records to dine heartily on. The ghost of Mickey Mouse said "me want records" to the gerbil, who had just begun to salivate uncontrollably all over the floor of the Mickey Mouse's house. He ate some very tasty old bones he found which were actually sponges.

Suddenly, in burst Batman followed by Robin, who was insanely cheerful, like a hoppin', bobbin' robin. Batman and Robin made a small lemon soufle out of human carcasses with a dash of tobasco sauce. They offered it to ol' Mick who decided against eating ever again. Picking up a large, ham flavored piece of , he attacked Mickey Mouse's Ghost. Batman and Robin sought Janis Joplin, but she was on the moon. Batman wanted Robin's eggroll nestled snugly betwixt his shrimp-fried rice and day-glow sauce, but a nimble gopher voraciously stared at them until it lost its teeth, which were false anyhow because the evil wallaby liked to dance with, false teeth in paw, false paw in mouth and wearing maliciously evil Ice Cream on his mortarboard painted with a golden hue like shit. Suddenly, pretzel's came flying as Pluto launched his Ass Cannon(TM) loaded with crunchy nuggets of pure greasy, smelly, parrot's feet.

"Polly want a cracker?" Polly got crackers shoved down his gullet, because no one likes parrots. But everyone loves FEET, especially deep-fried chicken ones.
laden with sweet succulent dairy products and lemonade. The psychopathic Jarinor, however, Likes roasted chicken beaks over dead parrot stench with a nice bordue and a delicate red ekstra strong tabasco-sause and chocolate flavoured custard topped with cream of wheat. Jarinor stuffed his pillow with it and shoved it down his gerbil's ear. The gerbil ran up Jar's ass and poked at his abused, beaten, rotten liver until Jar yelled, "ARMAGEDDON!!!!!!" Then suddenly some RETARD who happened to be very well timed, took a cardboard tube and shoved it up his aunt's nose to dislodge rhe stuck Chicken beak. Meanwhile, the gerbil sneezed and a jeep fell, as the world turned very, very, very, very yellowish, and the hordes over ran the parrot! Everyone hated that parrot. But the Retard cried :cry:
(he loved the Parrot) In the biblical sense which is also platonic or so everyone thought. Meanwhile, in a galaxy somewhere else, Batman was purchasing a condominium for his knockwurst of love. Which Robin lovingly swallowed *censored* *censored* *censored* *censored* cried Batman. "Your teeth............
seem whiter! Let's call the parrot over for tea and peppermint schnapps." but the parrot just GOT a good PLUCKING, took his schlong and bitch-smacked Rat Keeng who took the opportunity to flee in terror. Running blindly down the alley made of chocolate towards my yeast infection. Made with oven fresh dough and capturing the scent of a small child who happened to defecate gold coins, because he was extremely mad at the turnip for being so hooked on pastries that he missed all the transexual parrots.

However all was not lost for at that moment a short-sighted hedgehog was crossing a busy road without looking out for Spanky, the Drunken Clown. Spanky shot the hedgehog who wore kevlar clothes shouting "WHAT IS KEVLAR???", and firing his minigun by pulling the mini-trigger accidentally shot himself instead. Suddenly, and without warning Batman and Robin appeared and danced the tango on a fish bowl filled with rabid bollweevils that smelt of elderberries. While reading this story I strangled gamenut. He smelled strangely arousing. Alluminium no doubt, but arousing. Then I noticed Robin going for a swing on Batman's fat cock. Proud to be Gay nothing more to say. Along came a naked fat guy being begged not to mess with and he wasn't. "Thank you for losing my pen", he yelled, and boarded a plane headed with a nose-cone. Lethargically, running around with enthusiasm he fell over dead. He was promptly devoured by a very large horde of moist accountants.
But the pope interfered with his popely powers unleashing the mighty POPEZILLA. who ate priestly pedophiles who lived in Boston and ate strawberry jam while incessantly singing the Praises of virgin Choir and fondling his engorged bag of Cheetos and drinking a can of worms. This immediately made HIM hungry for more!
So he grew worms to quell the demons but the worms turned into WYRMS and ate some fine Beluga caviar with red, red wiiiiiiiiiii-iiiiiii-iiii-iine and died horribly because of that stupid song. So, he grew more nose hairs hoping that they'd miraculously regenerate him. A jamaican rasta man rolled a big fat joint and forgot his dick was in a strawberry mermelade jar. So he made bemused expressions as he stuffed his joint with afterbirth and killed and ate the annoying small child who
'jam jarred' his dick!

Meanwhile, back at Forum-land DU ran away screaming like a little bitch, and shit his pants from fear of the wrath of Windmill. Then, they noticed TDZK was Taenaria Derivia Zallus Kitara which roughly translated means good game but offline so they tried BNT but found it shit.
Imperial Conflict was too. So they just masturbated while thinking of a way to replace pussy with Spam Khat's lubricated lips that were left at, Madame Lil's. But Virgil was so perverted that I made an anti-disestablishmentarianism pact with the force of Darkwalker's big fat, enormous, rolling eyeball. Which never looks back unless he's trying to turn a blind eye or catch Sheriff Fatman strolling through his own jelly donut filled office. Sherry Fatbum groped his huge, throbbing, engorged and
pus-filled, painfully inflated foot, and kicked Jarinor on the left shoelace to demonstrate his fondness for strawberry banana flavored eyeballs, dipped in rich chocolate chip ice cream. Just then a pigrat imploded down the hall leaving behind slimy little gumdrops, shaped like those thing that you find in cereal boxes, so eat them all up unless you would rather shoot pool for twinkies in a pungent cesspool with a herd of Richard Simmons look alikes wearing strap-on dildos and dancing the macarena feverishly like a virgin, touched by a football team oh that's not right. So sorry. Couldn't resist.

Sheriff Fatman decided not to play with his to the tune of the "Itsy Bitsy Spider" because that would doom Etalis to a world made of chocolate which was poisoned with sticky white goo from the pope's big fat great jolly spider. Wtf? said the spider, who spontaneously burst into flames and fell down the football team's locker room chute that led to hell in a handbasket. Meanwhile, way across town, a bunch of spookylooking mental patients with Ithyphallophobia* (*Fear of seeing, thinking about or having an erect penis.) were killed by Batman. DarkUnderlord's obsession with Batman had robin thinking about bat girl's tight, firm, and rather shapely, little
jesus siding lined with whipped cream and cherries. Batgirl smiled and licked my long, hard, black fishing pole, that smelt vaguely like Vlad's little apartment on a particularly warm summer's day. Surprised by the aroma, Batgirl summoned a herd of scented wombats armed with knitting needles and tiny cheese sticks that smelt
like an overused outhouse at a Trekkie convention. Suddenly the wombats attacked windmills savagely, while he answered the telephone, saying "I'm a GIRL, dammit!"... and wondered why everyone had crushes on her. "Morons," she muttered, while fighting off wombats with cans of Spam, and her gently rotating sails made prune juice with a hint of tripe.

Suddenly in jumped the only wombat with a prosthetic torso and inflatable peg-leg and a broken attack dog, who bit everything that smelt like rotten tuna and spam.
Including, sweaty ballzaks belonging to Jesus. God, who was watching from above, thinking seriously about striking wombats from the earth. Meanwhile back at the laboratory, Ferret was concocting something very pungent and really very bad smelling and olfactorily offensive, and he liked it, so poured it on Luchaire. whilst rubbing his nipples, and thinking about wombats laying spread eagle on the floor and hoping Robin will come and end this torment by unleashing his greasy beast. So he reached into a great steaming pile of freshly baked apple-pies with whipped cream and a cherry on top, who's cherry was unclear, but, it was really not a cherry, but lying slut who told Ferret she was diseased and that he wasn't. This news made Ferret buy stock options in vowels, which wdygfy should consider purchasing some of."Think it through", said the talking shoe, while kicking the shit outta the pink umbrella, and Gary Shandling's Magic Pants(TM). Just then a Lemming fired up a joint :deadly: Yelling: "PARTY OVER HERE!" and all the lemmings took a hit and ran up Jarinor's nose. They found vacant space and moved in after clearing all the cobwebs and scraping grey dung. Batman-Robin-Wombat Inc searched for BritneyS to bring her to Retard to cure his BSA classic motorbike of possums which was featured in a great new magazine written in Tanzania by large, unwieldy Tanzanian women. These women were all capable of putting their toes in their armpits while cleaning out the recesses of Grandpa Herschel's ears, and riding on dentures.

Meanwhile, back at the house of sausages, a Schnauzer was being gorged with squealing pigs Schnauzer ate the pigs? Yep, that's right folks! This gave him gas which he used to power the Tanzanian motorbike AKA the "Love Donkey" with "Windmills" painted on it's back. Meanwhile, Schnauzer burst into flames, and shoots pig trotters from where else? His ASS! Which stunk. Just then a rabid mongoose from Nutter, Kentucky, started to assault an innocent puppy with its' extremly large and inflamed left earlobe. But the puppy was actually a small hippopotamus with a really big tail, like a stegosaurus which he used to "satisfy" small animals with danced round and round, and became really dizzy and barfed all over :throwup: the red pants girl. Suddenly, Jesus, wearing tight underwear, called out to Goatse, the anus god for help "loosening up" That really tight halo made completely of cheese which was constricting his mouse and his computer making cybersex impossible. But making phonesex look preferable especially with a donkey or another large mammal. Suddenly, Jesus started thinking about sexy british accents and headed to London in search of Sheriff Fatman. Instead he found a nymphomaniacal polecat with a...

...and the story continues...


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