Once upon a time, she liked a kitten. Her father kicked my dog, who bit the hand that but then got stuck reaching inside. I shot him in the leg with the crossbow I made from Chevy axles stolen from some stupid bag lady who said I was eating gumbo off of a monkey's cave floor. Then a hungry monkey told me he puked all over his Honda and wiped his greasy caca infested big toe on the other foot from his red ass burnt from GBM. Then some ugly purple llama spat DOT3 and jello all over his girlfriend who smelled like she had just eaten a tire carcass and farted blowing out greasy chunks of roadkill across the striking crowd of sheeple. But then, flashing his little warrior with blue fuzz and a blue colored football helmet hanging over the edge and drooling on her pasta fazul draped with a fuzzy closet monster. Then Zookeeper fought over a banana autographed by Joe Mama and kissed The Hopkinator on his big hairy fish lips and screeched Thank God for Listerine! My mouth is on a football! The monkeys are after my LuckyCharms! The jacuzzi is full of MEN!!!!!!!!!! Run! Run! Run as fast as a paraplegic on crack in a twin turbo go-kart on propane going downhill toward a brick wall/Canadian bonfire where a Christmas confectionary, that appeared halfbaked, made by a canadian who spanked his wife's hockey puck for choking a chicken and spanking one of the Monkees. Then the shaking chihuahua lit a hand-rolled Cuban imigrant who burned brightly during the Barret-Jackson auction. He was picking his dirty socks of cookie dough crumbs with a Hydrolicly powered loufa sponge. Suddenly a trumpet sounded and I came out of her matchbox car made from toilet paper used by the llama and recycled. Just then Mr. Closet-Dawg stepped in and drank 20 quarts of nawzzzz gutter juice while eating an LS1. Jumping into rice-a-roni feet first hitting his belly button on his NAWZS sticker tatooed on his forearm while holding a woman's enormous purse made from Baseball game, rained out. ( ) She interrupted the action of your oscillating fan. Whistles dixie at the passing Sheeple flying black helicopters overhead dropping old men holding cuisinarts wearing kilts and boxers. When suddenly the flapping of his fish lips kept time with the dripping faucet. Suddenly she tossed me a kiss tied to a brick that came through the gutter jello before it hit me. That's when it broke my coccyx. Tomorrow I will go off in my ford and find the end of the rainbow was surrounded by black helicopters but protected by three old geezers drivin' Hop's Eleanor and yelling "Beat me hard with a sausage. The geezers went nuts after gp001 touched their nasty, stanky fuzzy dice! One of them ate a sheeple and exclaimed dropping a "Mmmm, good! Tastes like gingerbread cookie." I want a new jacuzzi pump with a flux capacitor. The end justifies the beginning of the middle which never begins; it just continues. The end then takes us all to the edge of the erupting volcano. The end has not begun yet and will and will never come even if you keep on posting "The End." But gp001 will try to love two monkeys shaved clean soaked in good beer and playing with a football and picking flowers in a dress with a magic wand up his dead end that was real gay. The end justifies the return of Chelle's avatar and her blonde sister with the bunny ears and black bow tie with the pink polka-dots. It's weird that all gp001 can say is "rain sucks" cause he eats it with a poop encrusted golden spoon that said Joey Butafooko was a simple leg-humper spewing juice. Suddenly a peanut-shaped horse entered the front gage when suddenly "The end" was screamed by a great man standing next to gp001 telling him that he is the greatest man alive today. Boom! He's dead! "Oh Jesus!" exclaimed the big blue fuzzy closet monster, "This is getting totally ridiculous!" Without fear, Waaambulance chasers began to pick up his sphincter which was followed by a turd that fell out of the top of Ol-Smokey the monkey! Ol-Smokey decided his itchy friend StangDreamin had fleas with ticks. He scratches and licks his underarms clean. Then he said "I'm hungry for some puppy chow smothered in ranch dressing and jujubees. So then without warning, a ricer crashed into gp's stang, screaming "Where's that football???" Then a turd alarm went off because of StangDreamin's breathalizer found not enough quality spirits in gp001 who quickly taught us "good beer is not in Da-mancuzzi unless StangDreamin' is offered a case of jello pudding pops as well as well as Pete's Wicked Ale! Still dreamin about the bouncing avatars wondering where wet t-shirts come from when suddenly StangDreamin died laughing at gp001's jokes which were about NoKittens extremely hairy, fur covered, asbestos underwear and his underwear chewing blue deamon from Hades sitting on Chance the wonder pony! "Holy Toledo Batman! We are caught by HungryMonkey's insidious trap!" got inbetween Chelle and gp001 with black box wearing, foot ball chasing, sheeple and monkeys. Your momma told you to bite the hand that chokes Foghorn's chicken at the Colonel Cluck! At which Stangdreamin' got busy with Chelle's avatar who slapped the big blue fuzzy teddy bear with a trout. When suddenly blue lights appeared in aisle 5. My rearview mirror got broken by StangDreamin's little girl's horse! She got a lazy Nokitten to pick up horse manure from her Dad's truck which wasn't home alone. Even though ducks fart, people listen to squeeking Peanut Boys! One time at band-camp this girl played sax and sounded off about nothing in particular. For some reason stangdreamin's hemroids resemble steelhorse which is pretty gross compared to making love in a man-jacuzzi sitting out on a patio in the snow up north near the GBM's house! What happened to the man of distinction when pop goes GPP001's monkeys. The whippersnapper 1/2nokitten replied "I love things like footballs & midgets squashed under StangDreamin's butt passin gas which smells like beer mixed with peanuts and gingerbread and guacamole!" The texture of fish is sensational when enhanced by thwapping a leg-humber with a trout unless you're under the smothering effects of bacon and beer downwind of gp001 when the sheeple passed gas in his monkey football. The GBM scared an old lady but his "bakery girl" ran away to another falvor dessert even though she has crusty toes which he licked clean. Tomorrow Chepsk8 will drive the Factory Five crew beserk over the fact he's wearing a velvet camisole and a fu manchu along with pink tights, a tutu, with snowshoes that match. His pretty daughter's clothes look good on Stangdreamin'. They dance like drunk BBFCM's and HungryMonkeys would dance with Closet-Dawgs at the Policeman's ball for extremely weird people like myself. With inmates rioting in pickle jars to the rhythm stole from Howard Stern. Stern WHINED about being censored by the end . . .
Chapter 2, same as the first only twice as long. The next time before my floccinaucinihilipilification becomes supercalafragilisticexpialidoscious! Mary Poppins pumps poodles' puddles dry while roasting chestnuts over an open propane gutter BBQ sending smoke signals out to BBFCM's VFD buddies who were roasting cats for GBM's picnic lunch. When suddenly giant hungrymonkies escaped from SuperDave's shop and paraded their shaved ex-fuzzy bananas in public naked for a while at burger king with the monkeys and their football! After which they skinny dipped until hillie16 floated a big brown trout in the river that ran wild into da-mancuzzi with anal-astronauts chasing Steelhorse then tchelle pushing her Sadie Mobile flattened a brown teddybear.
Great thread, I think this is going to be a world record unless it runs out. No way it is going to run out because we all have warped imagination! Speaking of warped imaginations, where the hell is Super Dave? He needs to find milk spews through nostrils and hears especially when holding plugwires and sticking a finger in rectal orifices which when monkey probed itch like GBM's toes in steelhorse's cobra shaped rectal orifice when greased with oral cavity filler they taste like chidken leg fatback smellin' gutter slime but also look like piles of regurgitated clam dip from sheeple. Black helicopters taking potshots at foghorn's with bologan and cheese on gingerbread encrusted Eleanors driven by funky penguins that laughed like steelhorse when his ricer fartpipe spewed fireballs burning his butt hairs & Chevy shorts. When someone tripped over Mustanggurl's & Chelle's sweet looking big juicy t-bone steaks grilling over aged hickory campfire in GBM's Mustang that was blazing away when suddenly two monkeysand a closet-dawg jumped out of 65stanger's weep-hole when he squeezed his butt-cheeks shut on steelhorse's peanut brain and farted spweing peanutbutter all over the football. The monkeys football was then eaten by Sheeple with A-1.
Jesus Christ is this ever going to end? When it hits a small goat standing on the peak of Eleanor's hood scoop while eating a somewhat flattened football. When suddenly the closet-dawg anounced: NO ELEANOR THREADS ALLOWED! Then 87gn appeared from the past is present in the appearance of our old pal Doogie! The future holds that this story could possibly never end until such time as it begins to snow in Hell and pigs take wing & Foghorn flies off with the Hopkinator to their secret hideout where they became involved in a plot (funeral plot). "A grave with a situation," exclaimed to be dealt with by pummeling Pakrat with feral dinnerplates and aerobatic blood thirsty kamikazi flatware! After the pummeling I loved dragging fuzzie bound in chains down to the depths of the gutter. Once there, he exposed his floppy diskette that jumped like Chepsk8's fleas when attacked by rabid stacks of feral dinnerlats.
The end is just the beginning but gp001 never learns! The end exhaust manifold and the beginning is intake manifold. The end hasn't gotten here yet! Just when someone screamed "Help me!" from in between Blue Fuzzy's toes; where steelhorse was last seen with cookie crubms and marshmallow between his tiny ears that match his peanut sized love for beer can only be followed by a loud edict from gp001 as monkeys fly outa my azz gasping for air while burning bright chartreuse dripping like dracula's teeth after feeding on virgins like Madonna and "Jack-o" with a plasma cutter and an ice machine on top of Ozsums backside which is now frozen to my ass.
Meanwhile, over in the rendering plant we have 101 martians that feed the ricers gutter soup made from old daiquiris and peanut gutter-butter topped off with fuzzy wheat bran and Dot3.
Meanwhile back at the polka festival sponsored by the DOT, the crowd, and by 101 martians, they said that edberts new passion was like licking 90 wt off of her leg from the inside out.
Meanwhile back in time y'all heard about gp001. Lost his cool wheels which look like mine which are very nice.
But later a Camaro drove away with monkeys hanging from the antenna flicking boogers at midgets who then did cartwheels oompa-loompa style while singing show tunes using just a kazoo and armfarts whie driving a nash metropolitan pulling a parade float attached to shaved cantalope done by Mandy. Who is Mandy ?????
Once again we need a slight sleight of hand that will confound the most talented fool into building an Eleanor clone of a movie clone wannabe even though it will never be road worthy any time this century unless it comes alive with the power of 10,000 hamsters spinning a turbo wheel in a jacuzzi pump pumping tappioca forced through the closet. When out came Harry cookie crumbs making sure that peanuts stay fresh in Maxi-pads used by Eleanor wantabes. Pinto's and Yugo's on the autoroute where Chepsk8s mustang went to rust one day in a big pile of leaves and Cobrask8 leftover parts rusting in his driveway where he disassembles kittens with his radiator fan. And then the end is nowhere in sight. However, chapter 5 is just beginning to ferment into peanut gutter-butter like steelhorse's avatar.
Meanwhile back behind da-shed Pak and Chepie where doing things to Cobrask8 and his locust farm when GMB launched his cheap liquer bottle sling-shot at a propane tank! "The end!" cried gp001 in vain yet again. Mumbling to himself that "I'm good enough for them. Even though the monkeys had said 'The End' several times this thread continues on to chapter 4."
One time at bandcamp the Closet-Key-Keeper did something and the boys where jumping for joy because her avatar was bouncy! "The end!" cried gp001 but "NOOOOOOOoooooo!" the closet crew proclaimed. It's to the end that we travl this long and tortuous journey! Still we are far from the end of chapter 4.
GBM and Hungry Monkey grease up interesting items which they inserted in the end . . .