Something fun I did in other forums: 3-word story

[Dee]

There was a monkey by the yellow construction trucks. He had some big, red blocks in his furry little backpack. Coincidentally, he begged, "please stop this immediately! Not another three word game that spams the forums!" "Curses" he said as CD came and appreciated spam. Then the monkey with a curious little, quirky smirk began to display advertisements for the people's republic of Insanely Dull Primates who didn't give enough money to be declared as nothing more than stupid Cantrians who have nothing better to do with punctuation marks.

Suddenly, Kinvoya ruined my pancakes. "Oh, no!" the monkey screamed, ripping hair from the very dastardly chicken. He was six foot tall, and wore a pair of boxers, which smelled very much like a fried balogna sandwhich; he also wore a very sexy fuschia negligee with purple polka dots.

The monkey smacked to the ground with a sickening, bone-cracking thud. He was taken to local asylum for eating some flea, drinking oil and slapped his tail against the padded pink wall. Eventually, he got confused. After a lobotomy he started giggling. Dazed and confused, the monkey played Cantr with his tail and his feet. He then cried because he had used up every last one of his minutes.


He then begged other players for little red cookbook recipes that would cook yellow construction trucks. Although he

[Robert Shmeashter]

There was a monkey by the yellow construction trucks. He had some big, red blocks in his furry little backpack. Coincidentally, he begged, "please stop this immediately! Not another three word game that spams the forums!" "Curses" he said as CD came and appreciated spam. Then the monkey with a curious little, quirky smirk began to display advertisements for the people's republic of Insanely Dull Primates who didn't give enough money to be declared as nothing more than stupid Cantrians who have nothing better to do with punctuation marks.

Suddenly, Kinvoya ruined my pancakes. "Oh, no!" the monkey screamed, ripping hair from the very dastardly chicken. He was six foot tall, and wore a pair of boxers, which smelled very much like a fried balogna sandwhich; he also wore a very sexy fuschia negligee with purple polka dots.

The monkey smacked to the ground with a sickening, bone-cracking thud. He was taken to local asylum for eating some flea, drinking oil and slapped his tail against the padded pink wall. Eventually, he got confused. After a lobotomy he started giggling. Dazed and confused, the monkey played Cantr with his tail and his feet. He then cried because he had used up every last one of his minutes.


He then begged other players for little red cookbook recipes that would cook yellow construction trucks. He was

[Sunni Daez]

There was a monkey by the yellow construction trucks. He had some big, red blocks in his furry little backpack. Coincidentally, he begged, "please stop this immediately! Not another three word game that spams the forums!" "Curses" he said as CD came and appreciated spam. Then the monkey with a curious little, quirky smirk began to display advertisements for the people's republic of Insanely Dull Primates who didn't give enough money to be declared as nothing more than stupid Cantrians who have nothing better to do with punctuation marks.

Suddenly, Kinvoya ruined my pancakes. "Oh, no!" the monkey screamed, ripping hair from the very dastardly chicken. He was six foot tall, and wore a pair of boxers, which smelled very much like a fried balogna sandwhich; he also wore a very sexy fuschia negligee with purple polka dots.

The monkey smacked to the ground with a sickening, bone-cracking thud. He was taken to local asylum for eating some flea, drinking oil and slapped his tail against the padded pink wall. Eventually, he got confused. After a lobotomy he started giggling. Dazed and confused, the monkey played Cantr with his tail and his feet. He then cried because he had used up every last one of his minutes.


He then begged other players for little red cookbook recipes that would cook yellow construction trucks. He was sad when he

[Robert Shmeashter]

There was a monkey by the yellow construction trucks. He had some big, red blocks in his furry little backpack. Coincidentally, he begged, "please stop this immediately! Not another three word game that spams the forums!" "Curses" he said as CD came and appreciated spam. Then the monkey with a curious little, quirky smirk began to display advertisements for the people's republic of Insanely Dull Primates who didn't give enough money to be declared as nothing more than stupid Cantrians who have nothing better to do with punctuation marks.

Suddenly, Kinvoya ruined my pancakes. "Oh, no!" the monkey screamed, ripping hair from the very dastardly chicken. He was six foot tall, and wore a pair of boxers, which smelled very much like a fried balogna sandwhich; he also wore a very sexy fuschia negligee with purple polka dots.

The monkey smacked to the ground with a sickening, bone-cracking thud. He was taken to local asylum for eating some flea, drinking oil and slapped his tail against the padded pink wall. Eventually, he got confused. After a lobotomy he started giggling. Dazed and confused, the monkey played Cantr with his tail and his feet. He then cried because he had used up every last one of his minutes.


He then begged other players for little red cookbook recipes that would cook yellow construction trucks. He was sad when he found out that

[Yo_Yo]

There was a monkey by the yellow construction trucks. He had some big, red blocks in his furry little backpack. Coincidentally, he begged, "please stop this immediately! Not another three word game that spams the forums!" "Curses" he said as CD came and appreciated spam. Then the monkey with a curious little, quirky smirk began to display advertisements for the people's republic of Insanely Dull Primates who didn't give enough money to be declared as nothing more than stupid Cantrians who have nothing better to do with punctuation marks.

Suddenly, Kinvoya ruined my pancakes. "Oh, no!" the monkey screamed, ripping hair from the very dastardly chicken. He was six foot tall, and wore a pair of boxers, which smelled very much like a fried balogna sandwhich; he also wore a very sexy fuschia negligee with purple polka dots.

The monkey smacked to the ground with a sickening, bone-cracking thud. He was taken to local asylum for eating some flea, drinking oil and slapped his tail against the padded pink wall. Eventually, he got confused. After a lobotomy he started giggling. Dazed and confused, the monkey played Cantr with his tail and his feet. He then cried because he had used up every last one of his minutes.


He then begged other players for little red cookbook recipes that would cook yellow construction trucks. He was sad when he found out that <b>he had crabs</b>

[Missy]

There was a monkey by the yellow construction trucks. He had some big, red blocks in his furry little backpack. Coincidentally, he begged, "please stop this immediately! Not another three word game that spams the forums!" "Curses" he said as CD came and appreciated spam. Then the monkey with a curious little, quirky smirk began to display advertisements for the people's republic of Insanely Dull Primates who didn't give enough money to be declared as nothing more than stupid Cantrians who have nothing better to do with punctuation marks.

Suddenly, Kinvoya ruined my pancakes. "Oh, no!" the monkey screamed, ripping hair from the very dastardly chicken. He was six foot tall, and wore a pair of boxers, which smelled very much like a fried balogna sandwhich; he also wore a very sexy fuschia negligee with purple polka dots.

The monkey smacked to the ground with a sickening, bone-cracking thud. He was taken to local asylum for eating some flea, drinking oil and slapped his tail against the padded pink wall. Eventually, he got confused. After a lobotomy he started giggling. Dazed and confused, the monkey played Cantr with his tail and his feet. He then cried because he had used up every last one of his minutes.


He then begged other players for little red cookbook recipes that would cook yellow construction trucks. He was sad when he found out that he had crabs jumping from guitar

[Dee]

There was a monkey by the yellow construction trucks. He had some big, red blocks in his furry little backpack. Coincidentally, he begged, "please stop this immediately! Not another three word game that spams the forums!" "Curses" he said as CD came and appreciated spam. Then the monkey with a curious little, quirky smirk began to display advertisements for the people's republic of Insanely Dull Primates who didn't give enough money to be declared as nothing more than stupid Cantrians who have nothing better to do with punctuation marks.

Suddenly, Kinvoya ruined my pancakes. "Oh, no!" the monkey screamed, ripping hair from the very dastardly chicken. He was six foot tall, and wore a pair of boxers, which smelled very much like a fried balogna sandwhich; he also wore a very sexy fuschia negligee with purple polka dots.

The monkey smacked to the ground with a sickening, bone-cracking thud. He was taken to local asylum for eating some flea, drinking oil and slapped his tail against the padded pink wall. Eventually, he got confused. After a lobotomy he started giggling. Dazed and confused, the monkey played Cantr with his tail and his feet. He then cried because he had used up every last one of his minutes.


He then begged other players for little red cookbook recipes that would cook yellow construction trucks. He was sad when he found out that he had crabs jumping from guitar. He found out

[SekoETC]

There was a monkey by the yellow construction trucks. He had some big, red blocks in his furry little backpack. Coincidentally, he begged, "please stop this immediately! Not another three word game that spams the forums!" "Curses" he said as CD came and appreciated spam. Then the monkey with a curious little, quirky smirk began to display advertisements for the people's republic of Insanely Dull Primates who didn't give enough money to be declared as nothing more than stupid Cantrians who have nothing better to do with punctuation marks.

Suddenly, Kinvoya ruined my pancakes. "Oh, no!" the monkey screamed, ripping hair from the very dastardly chicken. He was six foot tall, and wore a pair of boxers, which smelled very much like a fried balogna sandwhich; he also wore a very sexy fuschia negligee with purple polka dots.

The monkey smacked to the ground with a sickening, bone-cracking thud. He was taken to local asylum for eating some flea, drinking oil and slapped his tail against the padded pink wall. Eventually, he got confused. After a lobotomy he started giggling. Dazed and confused, the monkey played Cantr with his tail and his feet. He then cried because he had used up every last one of his minutes.


He then begged other players for little red cookbook recipes that would cook yellow construction trucks. He was sad when he found out that he had crabs jumping from guitar. He found out

though, after tasting

EDIT Sorry for the editing, I hope it doesn't mix things up.

[the_antisocial_hermit]

There was a monkey by the yellow construction trucks. He had some big, red blocks in his furry little backpack. Coincidentally, he begged, "please stop this immediately! Not another three word game that spams the forums!" "Curses" he said as CD came and appreciated spam. Then the monkey with a curious little, quirky smirk began to display advertisements for the people's republic of Insanely Dull Primates who didn't give enough money to be declared as nothing more than stupid Cantrians who have nothing better to do with punctuation marks.

Suddenly, Kinvoya ruined my pancakes. "Oh, no!" the monkey screamed, ripping hair from the very dastardly chicken. He was six foot tall, and wore a pair of boxers, which smelled very much like a fried balogna sandwhich; he also wore a very sexy fuschia negligee with purple polka dots.

The monkey smacked to the ground with a sickening, bone-cracking thud. He was taken to local asylum for eating some flea, drinking oil and slapped his tail against the padded pink wall. Eventually, he got confused. After a lobotomy he started giggling. Dazed and confused, the monkey played Cantr with his tail and his feet. He then cried because he had used up every last one of his minutes.

He then begged other players for little red cookbook recipes that would cook yellow construction trucks. He was sad when he found out that he had crabs jumping from guitar. He found out though, after tasting stinky, sweaty socks

[Sunni Daez]

There was a monkey by the yellow construction trucks. He had some big, red blocks in his furry little backpack. Coincidentally, he begged, "please stop this immediately! Not another three word game that spams the forums!" "Curses" he said as CD came and appreciated spam. Then the monkey with a curious little, quirky smirk began to display advertisements for the people's republic of Insanely Dull Primates who didn't give enough money to be declared as nothing more than stupid Cantrians who have nothing better to do with punctuation marks.

Suddenly, Kinvoya ruined my pancakes. "Oh, no!" the monkey screamed, ripping hair from the very dastardly chicken. He was six foot tall, and wore a pair of boxers, which smelled very much like a fried balogna sandwhich; he also wore a very sexy fuschia negligee with purple polka dots.

The monkey smacked to the ground with a sickening, bone-cracking thud. He was taken to local asylum for eating some flea, drinking oil and slapped his tail against the padded pink wall. Eventually, he got confused. After a lobotomy he started giggling. Dazed and confused, the monkey played Cantr with his tail and his feet. He then cried because he had used up every last one of his minutes.

He then begged other players for little red cookbook recipes that would cook yellow construction trucks. He was sad when he found out that he had crabs jumping from guitar. He found out though, after tasting stinky, sweaty socks, that the little

[Snake_byte]

There was a monkey by the yellow construction trucks. He had some big, red blocks in his furry little backpack. Coincidentally, he begged, "please stop this immediately! Not another three word game that spams the forums!" "Curses" he said as CD came and appreciated spam. Then the monkey with a curious little, quirky smirk began to display advertisements for the people's republic of Insanely Dull Primates who didn't give enough money to be declared as nothing more than stupid Cantrians who have nothing better to do with punctuation marks.

Suddenly, Kinvoya ruined my pancakes. "Oh, no!" the monkey screamed, ripping hair from the very dastardly chicken. He was six foot tall, and wore a pair of boxers, which smelled very much like a fried balogna sandwhich; he also wore a very sexy fuschia negligee with purple polka dots.

The monkey smacked to the ground with a sickening, bone-cracking thud. He was taken to local asylum for eating some flea, drinking oil and slapped his tail against the padded pink wall. Eventually, he got confused. After a lobotomy he started giggling. Dazed and confused, the monkey played Cantr with his tail and his feet. He then cried because he had used up every last one of his minutes.

He then begged other players for little red cookbook recipes that would cook yellow construction trucks. Although he was sad when he found out that he had crabs jumping from guitar. He found out though, after tasting stinky, sweaty socks, that the little <b> leprechaun looked blue. </b>

[Guest]

There was a monkey by the yellow construction trucks. He had some big, red blocks in his furry little backpack. Coincidentally, he begged, "please stop this immediately! Not another three word game that spams the forums!" "Curses" he said as CD came and appreciated spam. Then the monkey with a curious little, quirky smirk began to display advertisements for the people's republic of Insanely Dull Primates who didn't give enough money to be declared as nothing more than stupid Cantrians who have nothing better to do with punctuation marks.

Suddenly, Kinvoya ruined my pancakes. "Oh, no!" the monkey screamed, ripping hair from the very dastardly chicken. He was six foot tall, and wore a pair of boxers, which smelled very much like a fried balogna sandwhich; he also wore a very sexy fuschia negligee with purple polka dots.

The monkey smacked to the ground with a sickening, bone-cracking thud. He was taken to local asylum for eating some flea, drinking oil and slapped his tail against the padded pink wall. Eventually, he got confused. After a lobotomy he started giggling. Dazed and confused, the monkey played Cantr with his tail and his feet. He then cried because he had used up every last one of his minutes.

He then begged other players for little red cookbook recipes that would cook yellow construction trucks. Although he was sad when he found out that he had crabs jumping from guitar. He found out though, after tasting stinky, sweaty socks, that the little <b> leprechaun looked blue. </b>he then ate

[Pie]

There was a monkey by the yellow construction trucks. He had some big, red blocks in his furry little backpack. Coincidentally, he begged, "please stop this immediately! Not another three word game that spams the forums!" "Curses" he said as CD came and appreciated spam. Then the monkey with a curious little, quirky smirk began to display advertisements for the people's republic of Insanely Dull Primates who didn't give enough money to be declared as nothing more than stupid Cantrians who have nothing better to do with punctuation marks.

Suddenly, Kinvoya ruined my pancakes. "Oh, no!" the monkey screamed, ripping hair from the very dastardly chicken. He was six foot tall, and wore a pair of boxers, which smelled very much like a fried balogna sandwhich; he also wore a very sexy fuschia negligee with purple polka dots.

The monkey smacked to the ground with a sickening, bone-cracking thud. He was taken to local asylum for eating some flea, drinking oil and slapped his tail against the padded pink wall. Eventually, he got confused. After a lobotomy he started giggling. Dazed and confused, the monkey played Cantr with his tail and his feet. He then cried because he had used up every last one of his minutes.

He then begged other players for little red cookbook recipes that would cook yellow construction trucks. Although he was sad when he found out that he had crabs jumping from guitar. He found out though, after tasting stinky, sweaty socks, that the little <b> leprechaun looked blue. </b>he then ate

pie with a



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pie will rule you all.

[Sunni Daez]

There was a monkey by the yellow construction trucks. He had some big, red blocks in his furry little backpack. Coincidentally, he begged, "please stop this immediately! Not another three word game that spams the forums!" "Curses" he said as CD came and appreciated spam. Then the monkey with a curious little, quirky smirk began to display advertisements for the people's republic of Insanely Dull Primates who didn't give enough money to be declared as nothing more than stupid Cantrians who have nothing better to do with punctuation marks.

Suddenly, Kinvoya ruined my pancakes. "Oh, no!" the monkey screamed, ripping hair from the very dastardly chicken. He was six foot tall, and wore a pair of boxers, which smelled very much like a fried balogna sandwhich; he also wore a very sexy fuschia negligee with purple polka dots.

The monkey smacked to the ground with a sickening, bone-cracking thud. He was taken to local asylum for eating some flea, drinking oil and slapped his tail against the padded pink wall. Eventually, he got confused. After a lobotomy he started giggling. Dazed and confused, the monkey played Cantr with his tail and his feet. He then cried because he had used up every last one of his minutes.

He then begged other players for little red cookbook recipes that would cook yellow construction trucks. Although he was sad when he found out that he had crabs jumping from guitar. He found out though, after tasting stinky, sweaty socks, that the little leprechaun looked blue. he then ate pie with a spork. The Colonel

[Pie]

There was a monkey by the yellow construction trucks. He had some big, red blocks in his furry little backpack. Coincidentally, he begged, "please stop this immediately! Not another three word game that spams the forums!" "Curses" he said as CD came and appreciated spam. Then the monkey with a curious little, quirky smirk began to display advertisements for the people's republic of Insanely Dull Primates who didn't give enough money to be declared as nothing more than stupid Cantrians who have nothing better to do with punctuation marks.

Suddenly, Kinvoya ruined my pancakes. "Oh, no!" the monkey screamed, ripping hair from the very dastardly chicken. He was six foot tall, and wore a pair of boxers, which smelled very much like a fried balogna sandwhich; he also wore a very sexy fuschia negligee with purple polka dots.

The monkey smacked to the ground with a sickening, bone-cracking thud. He was taken to local asylum for eating some flea, drinking oil and slapped his tail against the padded pink wall. Eventually, he got confused. After a lobotomy he started giggling. Dazed and confused, the monkey played Cantr with his tail and his feet. He then cried because he had used up every last one of his minutes.

He then begged other players for little red cookbook recipes that would cook yellow construction trucks. Although he was sad when he found out that he had crabs jumping from guitar. He found out though, after tasting stinky, sweaty socks, that the little leprechaun looked blue. he then ate pie with a spork. The Colonel

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pie will rule you all