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Little

 

scared

 

Little scared...

children


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Went

 

poop

 

Little scared children went poop

over

 

The

 

sexy

 

fence

 

Little scared children went poop over the sexy fence

that

 

held

 

Up

 

many

 

Little scared children went poop over the sexy fence that held up many

tomatoes

 

Little scared children went poop over the sexy fence that held up many tomatoes whilst

slapping

 

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY ;]

about.

 

Heyy!! lol

 

P.S the whole point of this is to make the story up as you go along. There are some people who add words in this thread that don't make sense. I'll rewrite a new story based upon what's been written so far just this one more time...

A cow which had enormously huge paws - that were green - with small heads on its toenails, went really horny over some moldy pizzas that all came from Italy with really bad engineers. The cow just could not get over the moldiness of the pizzas. He wanted them very badly. He craved them infact.

His thoughts went back to the first time he developed his fetish over the pizzas.

It was a busy night, the streets were teeming with mushrooms living out their daily lives. Some mushrooms were getting into cars, others taking pictures of a statue. Then all of a sudden a group of large mushrooms on blue buses were attacked by a crazy smoker that had extreme diarrhea. There was someone who could help. His name was Legend.
But unfortunately, Legend was still fappin' over a giant purple spitter which was milking a large witch who stalked Ninjas. Like all great heroes, Legend had a weakness... giant purple spitters. He had no time to save the mushrooms from the smoker who had diarrhea.

So thus entered a cow. It was not known where the cow had come from, nor what its purpose was. One thing was for certain. It had enormously huge green paws. As the cow traversed in upon the scene that the smoker was causing it saw two things. The mushrooms were Italian and the smoker's faeces were made up of mouldy pizzas. The cow then saved the mushrooms by squirting milk at the smoker and leaving him for dead in a small ditch.Though some of the mushrooms were shell-shocked, they thanked the cow for its assistance.

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The cow's name is Conan. Today he sits around watching old soap operas on his ancient TV.

"I've got to get off my udders and do something," he muttered under his breath. He reached over to where his moldy pizza lay and took a bite out of it. Conan savored the taste. It soon turned sour.

"Fuck this, I hate pizza!" He shouted at no one particular and spat the pizza out. Impossibly the pizza landed upon his remote, changing the channel to live news.

"...a wild smoker is holding several mushrooms hostage in a bank with two other beings," said the news reporter. "Locals are warned not to approach the smoker at all costs..."

Conan took all of this in. With one sneaky smile he donned his coat and set off to the only person who knew the in's and out's of the bank.

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Wolf is a secretive mushroom. He lives in a small apartment in the shabbiest part of the city. He has no friends but has accomplices. He has no acquaintances but has contacts. He is a shabby mushroom himself, but a cunning one at that. In his spare time, Wolf likes to lick dwarves' nails and hunters' hoods to death, but he likes Barry the Boomer's chin better. He has eaten some eggs in Mordor with The Witch-King of Angmar who used to make condoms using toothpaste from toilet paper.
Barry was not happy with the whole situation. Being Wolf's acquaintance for a long time, he had helped Wolf out several times. Today was no exception.

When Conan walked in, Barry immediately bucked his shotgun up and aimed it straight at Conan's head.

"One more step and you're dead!"

"Put the gun down Barry, it's only Conan," Wolf laughed. He picked his legs up and propped it on his desk. He lit his cigar and puffed two times. "Make yourself at home."

Conan entered the small dim-lit study room. Wardrobes and cabinets lined the walls. An odd assortment of jewelery lay on the desk mantelpiece. Paper was strewn everywhere.

"What can I do for you?" Wolf questioned.

And so Conan explained all about his fetish and how he helped the mushrooms on that tragic day. "Can you help?" Conan asked.

Wolf scratched his stubble and looked across at the clock, "Yes, let's go."

Within the bank there was two other mushrooms accompanying the smoker. Oceandriver and Tank. Conan, Wolf and Barry had it all planned. They would use what they had to confuse them.

With a small signal from Wolf, Barry sidled through the door and dumped boomer bile on Oceandriver. The Tank cried like a witch but it had herpes, causing spinal deterioration and it soon died. All that was left, was the smoker. Conan looked into the smoker's eyes and shot it clear in the head. Thus, the end of the smoker's tale once and for all. It was later revealed that the smoker's name was Stefeman.

Was it really the end?

 

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