Storytime

This is very simple if you have a creative mind at hand: All you do is come up with a very short story or sentence regarding the person, place or thing that the previous person wrote. Ex:

First word: Chris brown

Type your made up story here

Then put the next word here

Ok, lets have the first one be Chris Brown :p any takers?

Rawr.

One day Chris Brown was walking home from Jewel with a bag of condomns. He planned on using them that night with his girlfriend, Harianna. He got extra-large, although he could have settled with super-small :{ then he tried one on. It fit like a glove, if a glove hangs 9 inches off.

Anyway, he was all set for his fabulous date tonight. However, Harianna had other opinions.

"We are THROUGH!"

Chris felt his chest deflate, like a bloon popped inside of him. "Nooooooooo"
Then Harianna said "Ya"

So Chris had one of those insane, rage felt moments where he has to beat the crap out of someone. (I have those). Then (you don't?!) he took his meaty fist and SMASHED it through Harianna's... couch.

Harianna sued, blagh blagh blagh. Read People magazine for the rest of the story.

Chili Peppers

Rofl. x'D

Continue.. (FAILED)

Alright ,so there is this little girl who lived in Some foriegn place called chili peppers. She was walking along the street .. minding her own bussiness, when she found a Peso on the ground. After a tiring day of failed attempts of crossing the boarder.. She felt as if she should of spent that peso on relaxing. So she walked to the market where she thought see could buy some fresh fruit. But found herself crossing paths with Chris brown exempting his rage over Harianna. She tryed to run and hide. but Chris caught up with her .. and gave her multiple Vag kicks. Chili peppers was later known as Rhianna after the brutal beating. (if i spelt that right.)

Oh.. I need a word to start a new subject.. BORAT.

Borat fell off a cliff because some anti-racist Muslim pushed him for being to racist in his movie. Something good now...

Cookies, which I gave up for Lent.

One day, while in rehab, the cookie monster could not take it any longer. Sure, he was offered all of the crack he could snort up his nostrils, and all of the beer he could chug down before he unexpectedly passed out, but all he wanted was his drug of choice; none other than the powerful drug of cookies. And not just those cookies you see near the keeblers iced fudge cookies, but those rich, indulgent chocolate chip cookies that only he could enjoy as much as chris brown enjoys beating the crap out of girls. So, when all of the guards in the rehab center were on their nightshift( which wasn't even that affective due to their love of alcohol), the cookie monstor began his escape out of the rehab center. Just when he had thought he escaped when he approached the front door, he spotted a figure on the corner of his eye. And, that's right, you guessed it, it was none other than chris brown. Chris brown absolutely beat the shit out of the cookie monster and prevented him from escaping. But chris brown later regreted his decision, because he initionally thought the cookie monster was rihanna after a breat reduction. But, maybe we all are a little too harsh on the cookie monster. Maybe we need to give him a few cookies once in a while.

Cookie(part 2)

And then came the lawyers and the angry parents. Our children should not eat cookies! Don't encourage them! Then Cookie was stripped of his cookied suit and made to weear a veggie suit!

The veggie moster liiiiiives! He had to say. But all he wanted was a cookie.

he started having chats with Chris Brown. He started plotting his reveeeeeeeeenge...

One day, when Elmo was giving a lecture on not eating to many cookies, he was supposed to swoop down eating celery, because he is the celery monster after all.

But Chris had taught him. Oh yes he had.

Cookie plowed Elmo with all of his weight. He scrambled up and picked up the cookie, and, and...

Cookie (pt 3)

I guess it's my turn.. - _ - .

Chris Brown Broke swift Kicked cookies face. Throwing the cookie to the floor. The Veggie monster could not hold back her feelings anymore.. afterall she was the.. COOKIE MONSTER. ! She watched the cookie tumble to the ground.. in slow motion.. as Chris started beating Cookie's face in. All she wanted was just one more cookie.. This was the last cookie before she quit. She thought in her head. Elmo now just a curious by stander.. Chris bent down. Picked up the cookie. And crushed it with his bare hands. While staring at the cookie monster with a Blank face. Cookie didn't know what was going on, She felt as if she had an Incontrolable rage. She reached in her put pocket and..

Cookie (Final Story.)

guys, please don't post comments like that. just post a story.

Alright Kot, i added to my last post... now someone has to finish it off. : )

Cookie had somehow known, his mind somehow went back to the point where they had first met in fact, and now, looking at her, the years had sharpened her stare as if highlighted by those thin lines that had formed from the corners of her eyes outwards, "...they had to do it Cookie, you know that, the company's in a bad way and honestly, if there was any other way, believe me I..., ..." she paused, looking into Cookie's face to gage his mind still drowning in the shock of it, numbed with disbelief perhaps but not quite dead, she continued anyway "...they would have kept you...", the slow silence of the office contrasted completely with muffled noise of the factory equipment heard through the door, while they just looked at each other with nothing more to say, in the end he pressed his hands hard down on the elbows of the chair to raise himself, then, standing up, he took the file in some fake army fashion, clasped it in his left hand under his shoulder, and accepted her handshake before making for the door, where one final glance found her her still looking at him till she then broke off eye contact to correct something on the computer screen again, the handle opened the door inwards to a wave of machine noise and human commotion as he walked slowly back to his work group though really he just had nothing to say to them, his life seemed so different now


(next word, reflection)

Okay, one day Carl went to his lake with his friends and family. They were having a good time until Carl approached the water. Carl looked at the water and saw his reflection. There was something wrong with his reflection, though. His reflection appeared as Barrack Obama. So Carl started to ask his family if he looked like Barrack Obama. Carl's sister's reply to the question was "Are you kidding me?" His mother's reply was "I wish...". His brothers reply was "What have you been smoking?" Carl said back "The hopes and dreams George Bush already crushed up.."

And now for the worst ending a story could possibly have..

But Carl finally woke from his dream.

Oh yeah Uhmm.. Topic: Wal Mart greeter.

the Wal Mart greeter had left with the cart so the goblin just filled out a notice: "Missing, American housewife last seen pushing grocery cart down goblin's last post thread, if found please return to her to the supermarket where another one can be duly attached, warning, do not feed and do not approach as she can be dangerous in that she might fall on you, thank you", "...there slot the things I do for this site, honestly I should get a some award for this...", "...goblin, if we do come across this American housewife ourselves...", "...don't worry slot, I have it all planned, we can borrow a dumpcart, turn it on its side and roll her in, ah wait a sec, how are we going to get the dumpcart upright again..." the goblin looked down and was rubbing his chin "...you know slot this could be more difficult than I thought..." said the goblin now open to suggestions

(next word, time)

although their silence was never asked for, it just seemed given to this unfolding moment as each monk resigned himself to his own thoughts on this, their last cold rain swept Winter's morning together, how it was to them as if God himself had drawn some curtain of drizzling cloud tight around their solitary boats as they now rowed out against that short time left to them to reach the center of the lake, before they, and more importantly those three bells, had to perform that final act of defiance towards that Lord Protector and his roundheads, "...no, I see them still..." said the goblin looking across the lake on towards the ruined abbey in the background, adding "...writer's see ghosts in everything...", the abbot signaled, and the monks lifted the boards that let slip the heavy bells into the cold water that fast swallowed them into the dark depths below, the goblin's vision just followed the anguish of the scene once more



(next word: need)