The Thread That Could Not Be Locked/Closed

[CheekySig]

We're going to play a game where we, as forum members and friends, create a story.

You know how this works. I will start, and the next comment will continue from where I left off, and so on.


Thomas, the large schoolboy, was sitting comfortably in his oak wood chair.

[DeLaFon]

Suddenly a cute korean girl wearing a strap on enters the room..

[namelessheartless]

She came with a box of little debbies and an urge in her that little Thomas could not handle

[CheekySig]

Thomas placed his hand on his head, and scratched it while he tried to evaluate the situation the two were in.

[subadar]

suddenly, it dawned on little Thomas, he knew in his heart of hearts he was indeed the best pvp'er in Lotro. and everyone else sucked.

The End.

[HardestyGrimwall]

Thomas placed his hand on his head, and scratched it while he tried to evaluate the situation the two were in.

Suddenly there was an odd cracking sound emitting from the oak chair.

[WillyWanka]

Suddenly there was an odd cracking sound emitting from the oak chair.

Thomas thought the sound came from the girl's behind and discovered that girls really do fart

[Elensarz]

Thomas thought the sound came from the girl's behind and discovered that girls really do fart

Thomas then realised that the the farting noise was actually a queef which turned him on even more.

[CheekySig]

Large Thomas stood out of his oak chair, and proceeded to pick up his things as if he was about to leave. "I- I can't do this. I have a wife and kids.'

[Thurd]

Thomas proceeded to reminisce about that night in Thailand with that ladyboy.

[namelessheartless]

Ling Bing shouted THOMAS I'VE LOVED YOU SINCE WE MET, leave your wife and kids for me.

[motumbo]

Thomas, at the moment he was about to betray his family due to his urges, realized he had a undeniable craving for Dairy Queen and then left for ice cream.

[namelessheartless]

As he entered the room with his DQ Ling Bing asked if Thomas was ready to cover her with mint chocolate chip.

[Kevin2099]

As he entered the room with his DQ Ling Bing asked if Thomas was ready to cover her with mint chocolate chip.

Thomas replied, "Sorry babe. You're cutting into my LOTRO time."

[HardestyGrimwall]

Thomas replied, "Sorry babe. You're cutting into my LOTRO time."

Then out of the ether a voice roared....this post should end! (you guys are nuts )

[DeLaFon]

and then suddenly the door opens, in from the shadows comes a fat kid riding his bike... Thomas looks up, well behind Hardesty, at Thaelon, I mean the fat kin on the bike, and says YOU'RE NEXT

[Thaelon]

and then suddenly the door opens, in from the shadows comes a fat kid riding his bike... Thomas looks up, well behind Hardesty, at Thaelon, I mean the fat kin on the bike, and says YOU'RE NEXT

obvious emotion is obvious.

[DeLaFon]

obvious emotion is obvious.

The emotions of Thomas and Thae.. the fat kid on the bike were strong. They couldn't resist, love at first site.. Thomas pushes away Hardesty and ...

[Lioncourt86]

Downstairs my house has a major ant problem. Luckily I reside upstairs. Nevertheless, once every 5 minutes or so an ant comes trotting along my desk. First I place a coin or another object in its path. This confuses the ant, causing it to run off in a different direction, but my finger is waiting. I block its path with my finger. It runs in the opposite direction, but I anticipate this. Soon the ant is encircled by pens and other barriers, and if it attempts to climb them, swift punishment is issued. The ant remains in my arena. Then I take my knife, and nimbly place the tip onto one of its legs, holding it in place, then I press down hard and chop the leg off. The ant does not run, it merely enters a craze moving all around wildly. I allow it to suffer like this for a minute or so, chopping off another leg if it appears not to be in pain. Then comes a decision. Sometimes I will wait for another ant, and place it in the arena to see what it does. Occasionally it will pick up its comrade, and run off, but this is an offense punishable by death. Other times, I will merely watch the ant until it gives up. It will stop moving all but one leg. At this point I give in and slice the ant in two, putting it out of its misery. I save the corpses in a small pile, and once I have a considerable stack, I scatter them in my arena. This is where the real fun begins.

I venture outside to my back yard and find a red ant. This is my gladiator. I return to my room and place him in among the corpses. He wanders, confused. I do not let him leave. I pound the desk near him with my fingers, scaring him. I toughen my gladiator up until another ant comes along. I place the intruder into the arena. The red ant will go after the black ant, and they engage in mortal combat. If the red ant wins, another corpse decorates my arena. If the black ant vanquishes his foe, he wins the prize of life. I carry him in my hands and bring him downstairs and place him among his comrades. If he put up a good fight, I give him a warriors welcome and feed his colony with bread. If he barely defeated the red ant, he receives no food, only the gift of life. This is how I spend my afternoons.

[motumbo]

Downstairs my house has a major ant problem. Luckily I reside upstairs. Nevertheless, once every 5 minutes or so an ant comes trotting along my desk. First I place a coin or another object in its path. This confuses the ant, causing it to run off in a different direction, but my finger is waiting. I block its path with my finger. It runs in the opposite direction, but I anticipate this. Soon the ant is encircled by pens and other barriers, and if it attempts to climb them, swift punishment is issued. The ant remains in my arena. Then I take my knife, and nimbly place the tip onto one of its legs, holding it in place, then I press down hard and chop the leg off. The ant does not run, it merely enters a craze moving all around wildly. I allow it to suffer like this for a minute or so, chopping off another leg if it appears not to be in pain. Then comes a decision. Sometimes I will wait for another ant, and place it in the arena to see what it does. Occasionally it will pick up its comrade, and run off, but this is an offense punishable by death. Other times, I will merely watch the ant until it gives up. It will stop moving all but one leg. At this point I give in and slice the ant in two, putting it out of its misery. I save the corpses in a small pile, and once I have a considerable stack, I scatter them in my arena. This is where the real fun begins.

I venture outside to my back yard and find a red ant. This is my gladiator. I return to my room and place him in among the corpses. He wanders, confused. I do not let him leave. I pound the desk near him with my fingers, scaring him. I toughen my gladiator up until another ant comes along. I place the intruder into the arena. The red ant will go after the black ant, and they engage in mortal combat. If the red ant wins, another corpse decorates my arena. If the black ant vanquishes his foe, he wins the prize of life. I carry him in my hands and bring him downstairs and place him among his comrades. If he put up a good fight, I give him a warriors welcome and feed his colony with bread. If he barely defeated the red ant, he receives no food, only the gift of life. This is how I spend my afternoons.

+ 1/0 rep!!



That is infinity

[Kevin2099]

Downstairs my house has a major ant problem. Luckily I reside upstairs. Nevertheless, once every 5 minutes or so an ant comes trotting along my desk. First I place a coin or another object in its path. This confuses the ant, causing it to run off in a different direction, but my finger is waiting. I block its path with my finger. It runs in the opposite direction, but I anticipate this. Soon the ant is encircled by pens and other barriers, and if it attempts to climb them, swift punishment is issued. The ant remains in my arena. Then I take my knife, and nimbly place the tip onto one of its legs, holding it in place, then I press down hard and chop the leg off. The ant does not run, it merely enters a craze moving all around wildly. I allow it to suffer like this for a minute or so, chopping off another leg if it appears not to be in pain. Then comes a decision. Sometimes I will wait for another ant, and place it in the arena to see what it does. Occasionally it will pick up its comrade, and run off, but this is an offense punishable by death. Other times, I will merely watch the ant until it gives up. It will stop moving all but one leg. At this point I give in and slice the ant in two, putting it out of its misery. I save the corpses in a small pile, and once I have a considerable stack, I scatter them in my arena. This is where the real fun begins.

I venture outside to my back yard and find a red ant. This is my gladiator. I return to my room and place him in among the corpses. He wanders, confused. I do not let him leave. I pound the desk near him with my fingers, scaring him. I toughen my gladiator up until another ant comes along. I place the intruder into the arena. The red ant will go after the black ant, and they engage in mortal combat. If the red ant wins, another corpse decorates my arena. If the black ant vanquishes his foe, he wins the prize of life. I carry him in my hands and bring him downstairs and place him among his comrades. If he put up a good fight, I give him a warriors welcome and feed his colony with bread. If he barely defeated the red ant, he receives no food, only the gift of life. This is how I spend my afternoons.

And then mommy calls the exterminator and ruins my fun. What shall I do now?

[namelessheartless]

Through all of the hallucinogens, Thomas came to reality and realized he was higher than a kite and Ling Bing was actually his cousin.