I thought it would be amusing to create a story using only three words at a time :rolleyes: (I'm not bored, honest!)

The story begins:

On a Summers...

evening, a shifty

old man decided

to go fishing

so he packed

some sandwiches and

a few bottles

of milk of

hedgehog, and set

square that he

didn't forget his

toothbrush as fishing

is bad for

married life, so

off he went.

On reaching the

huge, smelly pink

caravan, owned by

the old and

ridiculous fat bearded

wrinkled aardvark called

Wilfred the 3rd

he decided to

Try a diet

of real ale

not Stella or

Bud, but pure

100% real ale

So he opened

a bank account

Colin's large wallet

which was full

of ant vouchers

Bloody Hell! what

and a peanut

shell that weighed

as much as

3 or 4 feathers

He took out

his huge gun

and pointed it

in the direction

of the pink

elephant, but the

elephant had a

bigger gun with

an infrared site

that fired plastic

worms at high

reluctance. Inebriated newts

scampered recklessly by

as he sat......

on a hat (message too short)

with a feather

duster forty feet

up his dark

shotgun cartridge “Mark”

which made him

feel all warm

and cuddly inside

:eek: said deviant storyteller

with an odd

twitch. Detached jaw

considering the law

notwithstanding, he still

swallowed his pill

complete while rhyming

four, five timing

to the beat

Meanwhile back at

Toxicville, an ostriich

goes "Moo!" in

a somersaulting herd

of psychotic wildebeests

The man decides

to sketch the

pink elephant, but

required a permit

before all else

signed by an

idiot called Officious

if all pending

isn't paid Now

the man goes

to boarding school

to study the

books of fools

written by a

computer named Orpheus

that is programmed

once a week

a seven year

sentenced is placed

for actual bodily

touching. So making

a cardboard cutout

of himself by

Stanley knife, contesting

his obscure belief

of sacred cardboard

clones having huge

doughnuts as heads

and fluffy white

hair on top

of their hairy

hands and feet

So he decided

go they must

so he shaved

a few inches

from his left

but then realised

it's not enough

his razor was

plastic and not

actually paid for

so he used

a dynamite stick

to open his

fresh milk carton

but unfortunately it

proved too difficult

to open the

zipper on his

tailor made anorak

so he decided

enough was enough

and got out

he ripped it!

and removed his

his carton of

touch up paint

that stunk of

a Big Mac...........

which he had

hidden in his

pouch for later

consumption but unfortunately

later wasn't well

because it had

sores all over

the back of

a double decker

so he decided

that enough was

enough and he

removed all his

magazines from his

haver sack and

set light to

Mother in law

who was sitting

next to the

old termite mound

Yippeeeeee he cried

and she remained

on the same

medication as she

had to recover

from the piles

in her huge

four bedroomed house

Near Dagenham, Essex

where at the

moment, the aardvark

spat out all

the feathers from

an eBay purchase

where her bid

made it in

the top 100

so she could

claim benefit from

local betting shop

the items she

had previously stolen

were genuine fakes

so she tried

using brylcream to

make them look

like they were

originals, however she

slipped on brylcream

and she broke

her fall on

Father in law

who was drunk

and he started

to punch the

wall with his

wifes head, so

"Ouch" she cried

and she felt

(like)saying what the

**** are you

trying to do

, are you going

to the toilet

for a dump :p

not on me !

again like last

time you opened

the bank account

using a large

and heavy sledge

shaped pineapple ring

Then trouble struck. .

it was eaten!

"For **** sake"

How could someone

eat a pineapple

made of poo

The following morning

Jim waddled obstreperously

and said "Gee,

you folks really

suck at this

whole story thing." :p

The Pineapple said

where's the cheese

and onion crisps

who's eaten them

so ravenously? Rather

then an apple

covered with powdered

milk, because they

were full of

brown coloured maggots

which are really

quite tasty when

sauted with garlic

in red wine

over a monkey's

hat filled with

incredible and enormous

skinned ripe bananas

however, it looked

obvious that the

empty cornflakes box

was in the

laundry machine where

Wilfred the 3rd

managed to apply

, for a new

Secret Agent Passport

however, he was

too clever by

disguising his private

dresses so noone

could think that