3-word story

[LilyElizabeth]

Baby New Year was a happy child. Unbeknownst to Ishy, he fathered triplets this time. They were cute but very hairy little girls. Their Mom was hairier. She attracted Ishy with whiskey. Carefully sowing destruction, they created the babies in the images of the Forsaken, but with minds much, much smarter than those of the addle-pated ewoks, who had manscaped themselves into oblivion. Ishy thought how drunk was he? He knew he looked amazing as always, but without his Depends or his bluesies, he'd descend into madness because of poopypants, Despo's poopypants, actually. They'd shared pants. 

 

Baby loved Lily to eat yogurt, rather than blood, but she preferred uncongealed fresh foods, so the baby didn't want to eat spoiled food. 

 

Meanwhile, in Pandyland, sexual harrassment panda was giving a pep talk to the man who "accidentally" rubbed against himself when he changed the calendar to reflect the never ending cycle of his debauchery. To start anew, he knew that sacrifices were required. He tried to wrangle a goat, which Baby thought a fine offering to his reign, but was it?

 

Goats and Pandas? It must be Verb's weird obsession. We all know he loves llamas more than lamp and llama fur makes him itch in a special sort of way. He would never feel as good as he wanted, but he wanted to make sure that it still 

[hazelkrs1]

"worked right." Potatoes

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

stretch a sacrifice

[Hayl3y]

of black cats.

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

and white mice

[Hayl3y]

with pink ribbons

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

with which to

[Hayl3y]

strangle dark strangers

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

for the cookpot

[LilyElizabeth]

Baby New Year was a happy child. Unbeknownst to Ishy, he fathered triplets this time. They were cute but very hairy little girls. Their Mom was hairier. She attracted Ishy with whiskey. Carefully sowing destruction, they created the babies in the images of the Forsaken, but with minds much, much smarter than those of the addle-pated ewoks, who had manscaped themselves into oblivion. Ishy thought how drunk was he? He knew he looked amazing as always, but without his Depends or his bluesies, he'd descend into madness because of poopypants, Despo's poopypants, actually. They'd shared pants. 

 

Baby loved Lily to eat yogurt, rather than blood, but she preferred uncongealed fresh foods, so the baby didn't want to eat spoiled food. 

 

Meanwhile, in Pandyland, sexual harrassment panda was giving a pep talk to the man who "accidentally" rubbed against himself when he changed the calendar to reflect the never ending cycle of his debauchery. To start anew, he knew that sacrifices were required. He tried to wrangle a goat, which Baby thought a fine offering to his reign, but was it?

 

Goats and Pandas? It must be Verb's weird obsession. We all know he loves llamas more than lamp and llama fur makes him itch in a special sort of way. He would never feel as good as he wanted, but he wanted to make sure that it still "worked right." Potatoes stretch a sacrifice of black cats and white mice with pink ribbons with which to strangle dark strangers for the cookpot. 

 

Moon's minions were 

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

barking and yapping

[LilyElizabeth]

at the sight

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

of the pantsless

[LilyElizabeth]

3 horned trolloc

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

, standing over a

[hazelkrs1]

delicate quiche. They

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

and Julia child

[Hayl3y]

ate a big

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

coq au vin

[LilyElizabeth]

Baby New Year was a happy child. Unbeknownst to Ishy, he fathered triplets this time. They were cute but very hairy little girls. Their Mom was hairier. She attracted Ishy with whiskey. Carefully sowing destruction, they created the babies in the images of the Forsaken, but with minds much, much smarter than those of the addle-pated ewoks, who had manscaped themselves into oblivion. Ishy thought how drunk was he? He knew he looked amazing as always, but without his Depends or his bluesies, he'd descend into madness because of poopypants, Despo's poopypants, actually. They'd shared pants. 

 

Baby loved Lily to eat yogurt, rather than blood, but she preferred uncongealed fresh foods, so the baby didn't want to eat spoiled food. 

 

Meanwhile, in Pandyland, sexual harrassment panda was giving a pep talk to the man who "accidentally" rubbed against himself when he changed the calendar to reflect the never ending cycle of his debauchery. To start anew, he knew that sacrifices were required. He tried to wrangle a goat, which Baby thought a fine offering to his reign, but was it?

 

Goats and Pandas? It must be Verb's weird obsession. We all know he loves llamas more than lamp and llama fur makes him itch in a special sort of way. He would never feel as good as he wanted, but he wanted to make sure that it still "worked right." Potatoes stretch a sacrifice of black cats and white mice with pink ribbons with which to strangle dark strangers for the cookpot. 

 

Moon's minions were barking and yapping at the sight of the pantsless 3 horned trolloc standing over a delicate quiche. They and Julia Child ate a big coq au vin and then went

 

 

(I think we should start working toward an ending before we get tired of this)

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

home, happy and

[LilyElizabeth]

full, but still

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

ready and willing

[hazelkrs1]

to tango. Anyways,

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

they all lived