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Let us start again, eh?

As he was anxiously pacing around the room, the phone rings; he finally got the call he was waiting all day for. He picked up the phone, ceasing the ring, and cautiously, almost apprehensively, says, "Yes? Hello?"; and the man on the other line says...

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I was enjoying the story..then it petered out to a vulgar pile of crap..I almost joined in..g_ddamm that nilihist..

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Yep, we figured it out. You can see this right now because it is a straight up comment. All those other things we've been responding to show up under the replies to my last comment of saying you had a nice idea going on with the whole story and bla bla.

Am I making sense? Do you see it?

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I thought you had a swell idea going with the whole start a story and then someone else write something. I used to love doing things like those...but wow, it sure did get outta hand!

I'm afraid I would have been like @barryjack thought, my additions wouldn't have been very serious. Well, I would have wanted too much humor but I would have taken it more seriously than other people. If that even makes sense.

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I wonder if I could answer every question today with a poem? I may try...

Although, some just deserve a "yes" or a "no", hm, maybe I should make a standard "yes" and "no" poem!

How would that go...

I don't know, need coffee first!

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Wednesday

My writing experiment failed,
And two guys are gonna be jailed.
A baboon is there jailer now!

Inzababa is quite a cool guy,
And loves to ask all of us, "Why?"
He won the question mark!

I like that he asks us,
For it makes us all think just.
And answer more thoughtful at times.

He asking me questions right now,
He asks, but not wearing a scowl,
He doesn't intimidate me.

I hate that I'm still scared of men,
"Cause I really like them as friends,
Maybe I am on the mend.

What will I do today?
Well, I have one bill to pay,
And bunches of boxes to find.

I think I'll cook tuna today,
And my daughter is home to play,
We'll cook and sip coffee.

And SP will be here for me then,
When the daughter's ear I do bend,
She can rest from my rants.

Why is poetry easy for me?
It's like it just flows from my chi.
I love that it does!

Guess it is time for some coffee,
Or I'll get all gushy and mushy,
Thinking of things.

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DISCLAIMER: My internet died and two, uh idiots? yeah, idiots, took over the story! It is rated D for dis-gus-ting!

shakes head

Read at your own risk!

8-/

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Well! I have learned several things about writing a story cooperatively.

1- Men are disgusting! shakes head
2- Have a synopsis of the story.
3- Be able to write more that one sentence.
4- Have a baboon to keep order.
5- Have a rating system so as not to shock tender eyes/senses (like mine!)
6- men are disgusting!
7- Sheesh!

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I'm gonna get @Nihilist and @g_ddamn Gonna get you both! grrrrrrrrrr read the poem! 8-/

You're SO Lucky!

You're lucky my internet died,
Or maybe you better just hide.
My cute little story,
Turned gross and gory,
A part of me died, deep inside.

You're lucky that I'm kidding here,
For otherwise you should have fear,
You men are so gross,
That it makes me morose,
And you're lucky that I have a beer.

Oh boy, wait 'til I see you soon,
You better get me a balloon,
All shiny and pretty,
Not gross nor gritty,
Or I will call my friend, Baboon.

Why I oughta call word police,
At least they would make words cease,
For you're all disgusting,
Your heads they need busting,
My robot was real at least.

That's all for the moment, you guys,
But my day begins with my sighs,
My award winning story,
More gross now, and gory,
Will never get me my prize.

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or the notion that people like Paris Hilton and Nicole "Snooki" Polizzi are NY Times best sellers...

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or the feeling of being choked to death with a (live) codfish being forced down one's throat

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The smells that filled her lung as she breathed her last breaths, were comparable to being submerged in a septic tank of the only bathroom within 30 minutes of that really good Chinese restaurant out on Route 42, or...

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the blood, the semen...
it was all so ghastly.
and the stench...

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but with enough psi to incapacitate the strongest man

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The mechanics of this process resembled a motorized Super Soaker water gun from the 90's, pumping the ejaculate like a fire hose.

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nor eat away at her flesh

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and again, the stench was unbearable, but the j**m didn't fail to coat the walls

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He fixated his gravitational magnifier to focus on her center of a*s, waited for the lock tone and fired!

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playing hopscotch with his own freakish manhood a he moved in for the kill

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He thrust at her with his feces covered member as he lunged ever faster toward her.

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but this only made the attacker more voracious

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The unexplained bruises began to form sores around them... http://www.genital-warts-help.org/genital_herpes_treatment/images/herpes_buttock.jpg

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within seconds, her face wa covered with mushroom-shaped bruises

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The beast became clearer in the hunter's moon, it was Ron Jeremy's cybernetic organ farm clone.

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all over the penis of the beast, whose metal fangs glistened like the tip of his poopy weiner

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She ran in fear, literally scaring the sh*t out of her in an explosive manner.

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she heard a childish giggle. it was too dark to see...even with the slight gleam of moonlight through the window. a brush across her leg and another giggle. "those babies are coming after me?"

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while unleashing her bowels

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After a second thought she decided that now was not the time to masturbate, now was the time run!

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the stench was unbearable, but it wouldn't necssarily interfere with an ejaculation.

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she thought to herself "how many dead babies does it take to change a lightbulb?" then the lights went out...and again she heard the heavy breathing this time right outside her window "bad time for a dead baby joke huh?" "UHHHHHH"

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All the aborted fetuses from her job at the abortion clinic were really beginning to smell up the ally out back.

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But then doubled over, knowing that the dumpsters were being emptied, relieving her of the dead bodies she had stowed there.

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The Pfizer companies stock went through the roof as ironically Viagra was the only available treatment.

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sorry,internet slow here

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it was an epidemic of priapism.

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she grabbed her hairbrush and started to sing, hoping that it would make everything go away. swigging from a bottle of pepto, she felt a rush of relief.

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Suddenly a loud boom came from down the street, the ground began to tremble, and her worst fears became clear.

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She tensed, when something moved outside the window, knowing there was nothing that tall in her neighborhood.

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Suddenly, She ran to the bathroom to relieve her grumbling intestines from the Carls Jr. she had eaten for lunch.

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she went outside amidst the dark starry backdrop of the night sky. something smelled funny. she looked left. nothing. she looked right. nothing. she heard a rustle and turned around. "must be the wind in the trees" a sudden heavy breathing caught her attention.

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Connie jumped up and turned off the TV, tired of watching a girl, a robot and a zombie fight over territory.

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Dogs were discovered to be immune to the Zombie Influenza of 2014, yet had begun to fear people knowing they would turn on them at any moment, the dogs who had always been faithful to their humans now tucked tail in fear.

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the dogs ate the decrepit dull flesh. they were ravenous. they hadn't eaten since the zombies at their masters brain a week prior.

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The rotting, soulless being was soon ripped in half and thrown to the waiting wild dogs.

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umm...i wanna join but i don't wanna ruin the tone...i keep thinking of goofy things...hehe

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Wielding eight ton, fast response actuators on each appendage, the robot was a formidable opponent, the zombie didn't stand a chance.

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He did not hesitate, knowing he would have been scrapped long ago if not for the courage of his human, his friend.

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She searched for a weapon to defend against the intruder, finding none she sent the faithful robot to defend the fortress saying, "It's only one, you must protect me!"

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The robot tensed as she eased away, knowing that the zombie smelled her flesh and the old blood on her jumpsuit.

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Face to face is a bit of an overstatement considering half her face was missing since the incident with the neighbors last week.

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Want to try something new?

Let us start again, eh? As he was anxiously pacing around the room, the phone rings; he finally got the call he was waiting all day for. He picked up the phone, ceasing the ring, and cautiously, almost apprehensively, says, "Yes? Hello?"; and the man on the other line says...

I was enjoying the story..then it petered out to a vulgar pile of crap..I almost joined in..g_ddamm that nilihist..

Yep, we figured it out. You can see this right now because it is a straight up comment. All those other things we've been responding to show up under the replies to my last comment of saying you had a nice idea going on with the whole story and bla bla.Am I making sense? Do you see it?

I wonder if I could answer every question today with a poem? I may try...Although, some just deserve a "yes" or a "no", hm, maybe I should make a standard "yes" and "no" poem!How would that go...I don't know, need coffee first!

DISCLAIMER: My internet died and two, uh idiots? yeah, idiots, took over the story! It is rated D for dis-gus-ting!*shakes head*Read at your own risk!8-/

or the notion that people like Paris Hilton and Nicole "Snooki" Polizzi are NY Times best sellers...

or the feeling of being choked to death with a (live) codfish being forced down one's throat

The smells that filled her lung as she breathed her last breaths, were comparable to being submerged in a septic tank of the only bathroom within 30 minutes of that really good Chinese restaurant out on Route 42, or...

the blood, the semen...it was all so ghastly.and the stench...

but with enough psi to incapacitate the strongest man

The mechanics of this process resembled a motorized Super Soaker water gun from the 90's, pumping the ejaculate like a fire hose.

nor eat away at her flesh

and again, the stench was unbearable, but the j**m didn't fail to coat the walls

He fixated his gravitational magnifier to focus on her center of a*s, waited for the lock tone and fired!

playing hopscotch with his own freakish manhood a he moved in for the kill

He thrust at her with his feces covered member as he lunged ever faster toward her.

but this only made the attacker more voracious

The unexplained bruises began to form sores around them... http://www.genital-warts-help.org/genital_herpes_treatment/images/herpes_buttock.jpg

within seconds, her face wa covered with mushroom-shaped bruises

The beast became clearer in the hunter's moon, it was Ron Jeremy's cybernetic organ farm clone.

all over the penis of the beast, whose metal fangs glistened like the tip of his poopy weiner

She ran in fear, literally scaring the sh*t out of her in an explosive manner.

she heard a childish giggle. it was too dark to see...even with the slight gleam of moonlight through the window. a brush across her leg and another giggle. "those babies are coming after me?"

while unleashing her bowels

After a second thought she decided that now was not the time to masturbate, now was the time run!

the stench was unbearable, but it wouldn't necssarily interfere with an ejaculation.

she thought to herself "how many dead babies does it take to change a lightbulb?" then the lights went out...and again she heard the heavy breathing this time right outside her window "bad time for a dead baby joke huh?" "UHHHHHH"

All the aborted fetuses from her job at the abortion clinic were really beginning to smell up the ally out back.

But then doubled over, knowing that the dumpsters were being emptied, relieving her of the dead bodies she had stowed there.

The Pfizer companies stock went through the roof as ironically Viagra was the only available treatment.

sorry,internet slow here

it was an epidemic of priapism.

she grabbed her hairbrush and started to sing, hoping that it would make everything go away. swigging from a bottle of pepto, she felt a rush of relief.

Suddenly a loud boom came from down the street, the ground began to tremble, and her worst fears became clear.

She tensed, when something moved outside the window, knowing there was nothing that tall in her neighborhood.

Suddenly, She ran to the bathroom to relieve her grumbling intestines from the Carls Jr. she had eaten for lunch.

she went outside amidst the dark starry backdrop of the night sky. something smelled funny. she looked left. nothing. she looked right. nothing. she heard a rustle and turned around. "must be the wind in the trees" a sudden heavy breathing caught her attention.

Connie jumped up and turned off the TV, tired of watching a girl, a robot and a zombie fight over territory.

Dogs were discovered to be immune to the Zombie Influenza of 2014, yet had begun to fear people knowing they would turn on them at any moment, the dogs who had always been faithful to their humans now tucked tail in fear.

the dogs ate the decrepit dull flesh. they were ravenous. they hadn't eaten since the zombies at their masters brain a week prior.

The rotting, soulless being was soon ripped in half and thrown to the waiting wild dogs.

umm...i wanna join but i don't wanna ruin the tone...i keep thinking of goofy things...hehe

Wielding eight ton, fast response actuators on each appendage, the robot was a formidable opponent, the zombie didn't stand a chance.

He did not hesitate, knowing he would have been scrapped long ago if not for the courage of his human, his friend.

She searched for a weapon to defend against the intruder, finding none she sent the faithful robot to defend the fortress saying, "It's only one, you must protect me!"

The robot tensed as she eased away, knowing that the zombie smelled her flesh and the old blood on her jumpsuit.

Face to face is a bit of an overstatement considering half her face was missing since the incident with the neighbors last week.

Her robot had never denied her anything, but it had never come face to face with a zombie either.

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Let us start again, eh?

As he was anxiously pacing around the room, the phone rings; he finally got the call he was waiting all day for. He picked up the phone, ceasing the ring, and cautiously, almost apprehensively, says, "Yes? Hello?"; and the man on the other line says...

Yep, we figured it out. You can see this right now because it is a straight up comment. All those other things we've been responding to show up under the replies to my last comment of saying you had a nice idea going on with the whole story and bla bla.

Am I making sense? Do you see it?

I wonder if I could answer every question today with a poem? I may try...

Although, some just deserve a "yes" or a "no", hm, maybe I should make a standard "yes" and "no" poem!

How would that go...

I don't know, need coffee first!

DISCLAIMER: My internet died and two, uh idiots? yeah, idiots, took over the story! It is rated D for dis-gus-ting!

shakes head

Read at your own risk!

8-/

the blood, the semen...
it was all so ghastly.
and the stench...