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  • #91
    Three Word stories: got Words?

    ...himself whole, without...
    I may be lazy, but I can...zzzZZZzzzZZZzzzZZZ...

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    • #92
      Three Word stories: got Words?

      ...flipping himself inside...

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      • #93
        Three Word stories: got Words?

        in. So goodnight...
        I may be lazy, but I can...zzzZZZzzzZZZzzzZZZ...

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        • #94
          Three Word stories: got Words?

          ... , have some fish,

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          • #95
            Three Word stories: got Words?

            ...you filthy bastard.
            I may be lazy, but I can...zzzZZZzzzZZZzzzZZZ...

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            • #96
              Three Word stories: got Words?

              Compilation:

              Damn! Just last night I drank a keg of root beer and some fried chicken tried to kill Darkserge again. He thought about how drunk off rootbeer he'd gotten; that was really cheap, but didn't feel any good. So why not just chug some booze, kill some chickens, tip some cows, fall over and breaks his hand in present tense. Later that night, he goes to jerk the weasel, which killed many things that LiquidManZero didn't like anyway, so he decided that he didn't need the holy knife, and his root started rotting like an adult diaper. Someone got stabbed. In other news, LiquidManZero got hit with a large plastic beer bottle, in a place that's no good for a kid with a fish in his mouth, and fell over. So long, and watch your step...don't let the midgets with smelly feet ear rape me. I'll give you hardcore porn, and an old pile of TruWizdom's teeth; if you don't, I'll eat my words. Robert was some random noise I made with my armpit last Sunday, during urinating into the deepest corners of...of a forest...forest of stuttering trees in a horrible drinking binge involving Giant Killer, a drunken bastard whose nickname masks very little of his feelings toward being bastardly. Let's pretend that he got shot by everyone at once. It was messy! Then a giant corporation bought out a larger one, using machines designed specifically for the drinking of strange bodily secretions called "something out of RPGod's stomach". So what this did...211 malt liquor...umm, right. So, this makes no sense whatsoever. Man, that guy ate himself whole, without flipping himself inside in. So goodnight; have some fish, you filthy bastard.

              That was actually pretty damn hilarious...
              I may be lazy, but I can...zzzZZZzzzZZZzzzZZZ...

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              • #97
                Three Word stories: got Words?

                "Smoke after sex?"

                Sequal:

                "Never lookedta see."
                I come from a smart family...In the Civil War, my great-grandpa fought for the WEST.

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                • #98
                  Three Word stories: got Words?

                  Heh.
                  I may be lazy, but I can...zzzZZZzzzZZZzzzZZZ...

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