Storytime

Since we FINALLY reached 100 in the 'count to 100' thread, I have decided for a new group effort thread. In this one, we will tell a story....1 sentence at a time. It's real simple. Read what has been written before you and add ONE sentence. You can make the story go anyway you want.

I will begin.....




Once upon a time, there was a Shetland pony with only one ear.

And there was a little boy (with two ears) who loved that pony very much.

And along came Guido who machine gunned em' both...

Fortunately, Guido was a raging alcoholic, and forgot to use real bullets, only blanks.

but the blanks didn't half hurt. "Ouch" screamed the little boy.

The pony, seeing the pain that his boy was in, sneaked up behind Guido and kicked him in the head until he was DEAD!

But, the pony kicked so hard that he shattered the bones in his back legs and ruptured his spleen.

Again the little boy cried out (but this time in anguish instead of pain).

Suddenly, he woke up!

Upon awakening, he realized that his 'dream' had been caused by gaseous, nocturnal, rectal expulsions.

The boy - orphaned, destitute and in poverty - ended up being adopted by Phyllis Diller.

It was only then that he truly new anguish and pain.

What caused him the most trouble, was when he found out that she was actually his long, lost seester.

and was married (or so she said), to Santa Claus.

The little boy (who's name is Fred) knew he had to be dreaming.

"Oh, when will this insanity end?!?!?"

Fred soon realized there was only one way out of his predicament- and that was calling on the services of his bodyguard, King Kong Bundy:

, who was really his great aunt Mildred who had just had some minor plastic surgery done.

It seems that Uncle-Aunt Mildred (King Kong) Bundy was like 99.9% of all a.d.d./a.d.h.d. diagnosed peeps and had NOTHING wrong with him-her, other than being the poor victim of useless parents and an over zealous drug industry, causing he-she-it to go mentally insane in later life.

Somehow the story had digressed. Meanwhile, back on the moors the shetland pony chewed on a pile of hay.

The pony, having recovered from his near fatal injuries, wandered off until until he was taken in by Ethel Merman:

Fundy wrote:

Somehow the story had digressed. Meanwhile, back on the moors the shetland pony chewed on a pile of hay.

I was gonna give you a hard time for forgetting that your in America while on here. "Moors"??? Yes, we know what you think moors are, but do some research on that word. I think the wiki definition gives a whole new meaning to the word MORON...
Do some checking and you will see what I mean.




From this point forward, I shall not refer to our president-elect as a Muslim, but rather a MORON...LOL


OK, get back to the story now.....

Quote :

The pony, having recovered from his near fatal injuries, wandered off until until he was taken in by Ethel Merman:

The pony was shocked and dismayed as Ethel began a monologue describing the love child that she and Gary Coleman, the "Different Strokes" star, sired and named Barak Obama.

The tragic part is that when the boy grew up he turned into Wesley Crusher: