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I walked into the VERB House restaurant in Brunswick, Georgia and VERB down at the counter as all of the booths were taken. I picked up a menu and began to look at the various PLURAL NOUN trying to decide if I wanted to order breakfast or just go ahead and eat lunch.

"Excuse me," said someone, as they touched me on the shoulder.

I looked up and turned to the side to see a rather ADJECTIVE looking woman VERB before me.

"Is your name Roger by any chance?" she asked me.

"Yes." I responded, looking rather ADJECTIVE as I had never seen the woman before.

"My name is Barbara and my NOUN is Tony," she said, pointing to a distant table near the door leading into the LOCATION.

I looked in the direction that she was pointing but I did not recognize the man who was sitting, alone at the table.

"I'm sorry. I'm, ah. I'm ah, confused. I don't think that I know you guys. But my name is Roger. Roger Kiser," I told her.

"Tony Claxton. Tony from NAME OF SCHOOL in Jacksonville, Florida?" she asked me.

"I'm really EXPRESSION. The name doesn't ring a bell." I said.

She turned and MOVEMENT back to her table and sat down. She and her husband VERB ENDING IN -LY began talking and once in a while I would see her VERB around in her seat and look directly at me.

I finally decided to order breakfast and a cup of decaffeinated BEVERAGE. I sat there continually racking my BODY PART trying to remember who this Tony guy was.

"I must know him," I though to myself. "He recognizes me for some reason." I picked up my coffee up and took a VERB. All of a sudden it came to me like a flash of lighting.

"Tony. TONY THE ANIMAL." I mumbled, as I swung myself around on my stool and faced in his direction.

"The bully of my seventh grade geography class," I thought.

How many times that sorry guy had made fun of my ADJECTIVE ears in front of the KIND OF PEOPLE in my class? How many times this sorry son-of-a-gun had laughed at me because I had no parents and had to live in an PLACE? How many times this big bully slammed me up against the lockers in the PLACE IN BUILDING just to make himself look like a ADJECTIVE man to all the other students?

Now post your story.

VERB: elongate
VERB: decapitated
PLURAL NOUN: balls
ADJECTIVE: conservative
VERB: stabbing
ADJECTIVE: lazy
NOUN: tennis
LOCATION: Tehran
NAME OF SCHOOL: John F. Kennedy High School
EXPRESSION: depressed
MOVEMENT: down
VERB ENDING IN -LY: happily (these are adverbs and they're usually adj..)
VERB: steal
BEVERAGE: beer
BODY PART: penis
VERB: discontinue
ANIMAL: rooster
ADJECTIVE: bald
KIND OF PEOPLE: Asian
PLACE: my house
PLACE IN BUILDING: store room
ADJECTIVE: tedious

I walked into the Elongate House restaurant in Brunswick, Georgia and decapitated down at the counter as all of the booths were taken. I picked up a menu and began to look at the various balls trying to decide if I wanted to order breakfast or just go ahead and eat lunch.

"Excuse me," said someone, as they touched me on the shoulder.

I looked up and turned to the side to see a rather conservative looking woman stabbing before me.

"Is your name Roger by any chance?" she asked me.

"Yes." I responded, looking rather lazy as I had never seen the woman before.

"My name is Barbara and my tennis is Tony," she said, pointing to a distant table near the door leading into the Tehran.

I looked in the direction that she was pointing but I did not recognize the man who was sitting, alone at the table.

"I'm sorry. I'm, ah. I'm ah, confused. I don't think that I know you guys. But my name is Roger. Roger Kiser," I told her.

"Tony Claxton. Tony from John F. Kennedy High School in Jacksonville, Florida?" she asked me.

"I'm really depressed. The name doesn't ring a bell." I said.

She turned and down back to her table and sat down. She and her husband happily began talking and once in a while I would see her steal around in her seat and look directly at me.

I finally decided to order breakfast and a cup of decaffeinated beer. I sat there continually racking my penis trying to remember who this Tony guy was.

"I must know him," I though to myself. "He recognizes me for some reason." I picked up my coffee up and took a discontinue. All of a sudden it came to me like a flash of lighting.

"Tony. TONY rooster." I mumbled, as I swung myself around on my stool and faced in his direction.

"The bully of my seventh grade geography class," I thought.

How many times that sorry guy had made fun of my bald ears in front of the Asian people in my class? How many times this sorry son-of-a-gun had laughed at me because I had no parents and had to live in an house? How many times this big bully slammed me up against the lockers in the cubicle just to make himself look like a tedious man to all the other students?

DP

I walked into the Dancing House restaurant in Brunswick, Georgia and moonwalked down at the counter as all of the booths were taken. I picked up a menu and began to look at the various piranahs (sp?) trying to decide if I wanted to order breakfast or just go ahead and eat lunch.

"Excuse me," said someone, as they touched me on the shoulder.

I looked up and turned to the side to see a rather fat looking woman stomping before me.

"Is your name Roger by any chance?" she asked me.

"Yes." I responded, looking rather stoned as I had never seen the woman before.

"My name is Barbara and my enforcer is Tony," she said, pointing to a distant table near the door leading into the LOCATION.

I looked in the direction that she was pointing but I did not recognize the man who was sitting, alone at the table.

"I'm sorry. I'm, ah. I'm ah, confused. I don't think that I know you guys. But my name is Roger. Roger Kiser," I told her.

"Tony Claxton. Tony from Robert E. Lee High School in Jacksonville, Florida?" she asked me.

"I'm really confused. The name doesn't ring a bell." I said.

She turned and hobbled back to her table and sat down. She and her husband quietly began talking and once in a while I would see her fly around in her seat and look directly at me.

I finally decided to order breakfast and a cup of decaffeinated kerpsense. I sat there continually racking my pinky finger trying to remember who this Tony guy was.

"I must know him," I though to myself. "He recognizes me for some reason." I picked up my drink up and took a flight. All of a sudden it came to me like a flash of lighting.

"Tony. TONY THE CHIHUAHUA." I mumbled, as I swung myself around on my stool and faced in his direction.

"The bully of my seventh grade geography class," I thought.

How many times that sorry guy had made fun of my four ears in front of the Antarcticans in my class? How many times this sorry son-of-a-gun had laughed at me because I had no parents and had to live in Area 51? How many times this big bully slammed me up against the lockers in the hallway just to make himself look like a dumbass man to all the other students?

VERB: smite
VERB: keelhaul
PLURAL NOUN: cuirasses
ADJECTIVE: salty
VERB: shiver
ADJECTIVE: mangy
NOUN: pegleg
LOCATION: high seas
NAME OF SCHOOL: Eton
EXPRESSION: blow me down
MOVEMENT: two handed backswing
VERB ENDING IN -LY: heartily
VERB: plunder
BEVERAGE: grog
BODY PART: left eye
VERB: disembowel
ANIMAL: bilge rat
ADJECTIVE: scurvy
KIND OF PEOPLE: lubbers
PLACE: bowsprit
PLACE IN BUILDING: topmost lookout
ADJECTIVE: polite






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I walked into the SMITE House restaurant in Brunswick, Georgia and KEELHAULED down at the counter as all of the booths were taken. I picked up a menu and began to look at the various CUIRASSES trying to decide if I wanted to order breakfast or just go ahead and eat lunch.

"Excuse me," said someone, as they touched me on the shoulder.

I looked up and turned to the side to see a rather SALTY looking woman SHIVERING before me.

"Is your name Roger by any chance?" she asked me.

"Yes." I responded, looking rather MANGY as I had never seen the woman before.

"My name is Barbara and my PEGLEG is Tony," she said, pointing to a distant table near the door leading into the HIGH SEAS.

I looked in the direction that she was pointing but I did not recognize the man who was sitting, alone at the table.

"I'm sorry. I'm, ah. I'm ah, confused. I don't think that I know you guys. But my name is Roger. Roger Kiser," I told her.

"Tony Claxton. Tony from ETON in Jacksonville, Florida?" she asked me.

"I'm really BLOW ME DOWN. The name doesn't ring a bell." I said.

She turned and DOUBLE HANDED BACKSWUNG back to her table and sat down. She and her husband HEARTILY began talking and once in a while I would see her PLUNDER around in her seat and look directly at me.

I finally decided to order breakfast and a cup of decaffeinated GROG. I sat there continually racking my LEFT EYE trying to remember who this Tony guy was.

"I must know him," I though to myself. "He recognizes me for some reason." I picked up my coffee up and took a DISEMBOWEL. All of a sudden it came to me like a flash of lighting.

"Tony. TONY THE BILGE RAT." I mumbled, as I swung myself around on my stool and faced in his direction.

"The bully of my seventh grade geography class," I thought.

How many times that sorry guy had made fun of my SCURVY ears in front of the LUBBERS in my class? How many times this sorry son-of-a-gun had laughed at me because I had no parents and had to live in an BOWSPRIT? How many times this big bully slammed me up against the lockers in the TOPMOST LOOKOUTjust to make himself look like a POLITE man to all the other students?

Fill out this form and insert the words into their places on the story below in order to which they apper.
NO PEEKING!


VERB: to rape
VERB: to kick
PLURAL NOUN: cows
ADJECTIVE: stupid
VERB: eat
ADJECTIVE: wussy
NOUN: baloon
LOCATION: Submarine
NAME OF SCHOOL: Generic School Name High
EXPRESSION: sad
MOVEMENT: run
VERB ENDING IN -LY: giggly
VERB: suck
BEVERAGE: arrowhead mountain spring water
BODY PART: Genitals (hehe! What kind of madman would choose something else besides the crotch?)
VERB: Devour
ANIMAL: Weasel
ADJECTIVE: slimy
KIND OF PEOPLE: Asians
PLACE: New York
PLACE IN BUILDING: Bathroom
ADJECTIVE: Crusty






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I walked into the RAPE House restaurant in Brunswick, Georgia and KICKED down at the counter as all of the booths were taken. I picked up a menu and began to look at the various COWS trying to decide if I wanted to order breakfast or just go ahead and eat lunch.

"Excuse me," said someone, as they touched me on the shoulder.

I looked up and turned to the side to see a rather STUPID looking woman EAT before me.

"Is your name Roger by any chance?" she asked me.

"Yes." I responded, looking rather WUSSY as I had never seen the woman before.

"My name is Barbara and my BALOON is Tony," she said, pointing to a distant table near the door leading into the SUBMARINE.

I looked in the direction that she was pointing but I did not recognize the man who was sitting, alone at the table.

"I'm sorry. I'm, ah. I'm ah, confused. I don't think that I know you guys. But my name is Roger. Roger Kiser," I told her.

"Tony Claxton. Tony from Generic School Name High in Jacksonville, Florida?" she asked me.

"I'm really sad. The name doesn't ring a bell." I said.

She turned and run back to her table and sat down. She and her husband giggly began talking and once in a while I would see her suck around in her seat and look directly at me.

I finally decided to order breakfast and a cup of decaffeinated arrowhead mountain spring water. I sat there continually racking my Genitals trying to remember who this Tony guy was.

"I must know him," I though to myself. "He recognizes me for some reason." I picked up my coffee up and took a Devour. All of a sudden it came to me like a flash of lighting.

"Tony. TONY THE Weasel." I mumbled, as I swung myself around on my stool and faced in his direction.

"The bully of my seventh grade geography class," I thought.

How many times that sorry guy had made fun of my slimy ears in front of the Asians in my class? How many times this sorry son-of-a-gun had laughed at me because I had no parents and had to live in an New York? How many times this big bully slammed me up against the lockers in the Bathroom just to make himself look like a Crusty man to all the other students?

Now post your story.

Um... :(

Fill out this form and insert the words into their places on the story below in order to which they apper.
NO PEEKING!


VERB: to rape
VERB: to kick
PLURAL NOUN: cows
ADJECTIVE: stupid
VERB: eat
ADJECTIVE: wussy
NOUN: baloon
LOCATION: Submarine
NAME OF SCHOOL: Generic School Name High
EXPRESSION: sad
MOVEMENT: run
VERB ENDING IN -LY: giggly
VERB: suck
BEVERAGE: arrowhead mountain spring water
BODY PART: Genitals (hehe! What kind of madman would choose something else besides the crotch?)
VERB: Devour
ANIMAL: Weasel
ADJECTIVE: slimy
KIND OF PEOPLE: Asians
PLACE: New York
PLACE IN BUILDING: Bathroom
ADJECTIVE: Crusty






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I walked into the RAPE House restaurant in Brunswick, Georgia and KICKED down at the counter as all of the booths were taken. I picked up a menu and began to look at the various COWS trying to decide if I wanted to order breakfast or just go ahead and eat lunch.

"Excuse me," said someone, as they touched me on the shoulder.

I looked up and turned to the side to see a rather STUPID looking woman EAT before me.

"Is your name Roger by any chance?" she asked me.

"Yes." I responded, looking rather WUSSY as I had never seen the woman before.

"My name is Barbara and my BALOON is Tony," she said, pointing to a distant table near the door leading into the SUBMARINE.

I looked in the direction that she was pointing but I did not recognize the man who was sitting, alone at the table.

"I'm sorry. I'm, ah. I'm ah, confused. I don't think that I know you guys. But my name is Roger. Roger Kiser," I told her.

"Tony Claxton. Tony from Generic School Name High in Jacksonville, Florida?" she asked me.

"I'm really sad. The name doesn't ring a bell." I said.

She turned and run back to her table and sat down. She and her husband giggly began talking and once in a while I would see her suck around in her seat and look directly at me.

I finally decided to order breakfast and a cup of decaffeinated arrowhead mountain spring water. I sat there continually racking my Genitals trying to remember who this Tony guy was.

"I must know him," I though to myself. "He recognizes me for some reason." I picked up my coffee up and took a Devour. All of a sudden it came to me like a flash of lighting.

"Tony. TONY THE Weasel." I mumbled, as I swung myself around on my stool and faced in his direction.

"The bully of my seventh grade geography class," I thought.

How many times that sorry guy had made fun of my slimy ears in front of the Asians in my class? How many times this sorry son-of-a-gun had laughed at me because I had no parents and had to live in an New York? How many times this big bully slammed me up against the lockers in the Bathroom just to make himself look like a Crusty man to all the other students?

Now post your story.

Um... :(

poor poor amerigo

poor poor amerigo

No offense to Fox... but this Mad Lib kinda sucked...

That is why I am :( and also at the same time a little bit :o , but sooner or later I'll be 8) , or maybe I'll just :twisted: all. If the latter is true, it's best to :arrow: for your :!:

poor poor amerigo

No offense to Fox... but this Mad Lib kinda sucked...

That is why I am :( and also at the same time a little bit :o , but sooner or later I'll be 8) , or maybe I'll just :twisted: all. If the latter is true, it's best to :arrow: for your :!:

amerigo, the smilie spammer :lol:

poor poor amerigo

No offense to Fox... but this Mad Lib kinda sucked...

That is why I am :( and also at the same time a little bit :o , but sooner or later I'll be 8) , or maybe I'll just :twisted: all. If the latter is true, it's best to :arrow: for your :!:

amerigo, the smilie spammer :lol: :shock: No... :? well... :) okay... yeah... you're right... :D

poor poor amerigo

No offense to Fox... but this Mad Lib kinda sucked...

That is why I am :( and also at the same time a little bit :o , but sooner or later I'll be 8) , or maybe I'll just :twisted: all. If the latter is true, it's best to :arrow: for your :!:

amerigo, the smilie spammer :lol: :shock: No... :? well... :) okay... yeah... you're right... :D

whoa, a former mod one of us lowly spammers :shock:

poor poor amerigo

No offense to Fox... but this Mad Lib kinda sucked...

That is why I am :( and also at the same time a little bit :o , but sooner or later I'll be 8) , or maybe I'll just :twisted: all. If the latter is true, it's best to :arrow: for your :!:

amerigo, the smilie spammer :lol: :shock: No... :? well... :) okay... yeah... you're right... :D

whoa, a former mod one of us lowly spammers :shock:

Hey I have to make up for my lost post count... the thousand posts I wasted positng as Amerigo the mod...

poor poor amerigo

No offense to Fox... but this Mad Lib kinda sucked...

That is why I am :( and also at the same time a little bit :o , but sooner or later I'll be 8) , or maybe I'll just :twisted: all. If the latter is true, it's best to :arrow: for your :!:

amerigo, the smilie spammer :lol: :shock: No... :? well... :) okay... yeah... you're right... :D

whoa, a former mod one of us lowly spammers :shock:

Hey I have to make up for my lost post count... the thousand posts I wasted positng as Amerigo the mod...
muahahahaha :twisted:

poor poor amerigo

No offense to Fox... but this Mad Lib kinda sucked...

That is why I am :( and also at the same time a little bit :o , but sooner or later I'll be 8) , or maybe I'll just :twisted: all. If the latter is true, it's best to :arrow: for your :!:

amerigo, the smilie spammer :lol: :shock: No... :? well... :) okay... yeah... you're right... :D

whoa, a former mod one of us lowly spammers :shock:

Hey I have to make up for my lost post count... the thousand posts I wasted positng as Amerigo the mod...
muahahahaha :twisted:

(Insert Witty Remark Here that will only serve to boost my post count)

poor poor amerigo

No offense to Fox... but this Mad Lib kinda sucked...

That is why I am :( and also at the same time a little bit :o , but sooner or later I'll be 8) , or maybe I'll just :twisted: all. If the latter is true, it's best to :arrow: for your :!:

amerigo, the smilie spammer :lol: :shock: No... :? well... :) okay... yeah... you're right... :D

whoa, a former mod one of us lowly spammers :shock:

Hey I have to make up for my lost post count... the thousand posts I wasted positng as Amerigo the mod...
muahahahaha :twisted:

(Insert Witty Remark Here that will only serve to boost my post count)

you cant get any more pointless than that :shock:

poor poor amerigo

No offense to Fox... but this Mad Lib kinda sucked...

That is why I am :( and also at the same time a little bit :o , but sooner or later I'll be 8) , or maybe I'll just :twisted: all. If the latter is true, it's best to :arrow: for your :!:

amerigo, the smilie spammer :lol: :shock: No... :? well... :) okay... yeah... you're right... :D

whoa, a former mod one of us lowly spammers :shock:

Hey I have to make up for my lost post count... the thousand posts I wasted positng as Amerigo the mod...
muahahahaha :twisted:

(Insert Witty Remark Here that will only serve to boost my post count)

you cant get any more pointless than that :shock:
Are you stalking me? In many threads you post right after me... :shock:

i'm just entertained by the thought of a former mod spamming

i'm just entertained by the thought of a former mod spamming

Suuuuuure... I see in this pyramid alone you used the stalker smilie: ":shock:"
twice!

Dum dum dum! :D

And on another note... which thread am I posting in again? What's it called again?

i'm just entertained by the thought of a former mod spamming

Suuuuuure... I see in this pyramid alone you used the stalker smilie: ":shock:"
twice!

Dum dum dum! :D

OMFG TRIPOST!

i'm just entertained by the thought of a former mod spamming

Suuuuuure... I see in this pyramid alone you used the stalker smilie: ":shock:"
twice!

Dum dum dum! :D

OMFG TRIPOST!
Where?

i'm just entertained by the thought of a former mod spamming

Suuuuuure... I see in this pyramid alone you used the stalker smilie: ":shock:"
twice!

Dum dum dum! :D

OMFG TRIPOST!
Where?

right behind j00![/spam]

i'm just entertained by the thought of a former mod spamming

Suuuuuure... I see in this pyramid alone you used the stalker smilie: ":shock:"
twice!

Dum dum dum! :D

OMFG TRIPOST!
Where?

right behind j00![/spam]

Lucky for us this thread isn't a political discussion about anything...