Phalex noticed the vomit, smiled, then in the next instant assumed an "Aha!" face. "The smells, the texture, the," :smack smack smack: "the flavors! They are perfect! I was looking for my next brew!"
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Experiment: Let's write a (TB) story!
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Phalex gratefully received the huge sum of cash for that product placement and said affectionately to the invisible moob suckling chimp
"And now I'm gonna create the all new Miller low life." A rumbling noise came from one of his stomachs...
The open maw of a curiously pink tinged blue whale which had appeared from the verdant folds of Phalex's lower abdomen and which immediately began to
lick the beer. Suddenly the train came to a standstill. A flock of heavily armed, agressive ducks boarded...
and arrested the conductor, who was dragged out, all the time screaming about green bananas.
We were at a station I didn't recognise. It was clear that the train wasn't going anywhere for a while, so I stepped out on to the platform. It was a beautifully fresh evening, and the leaves on the trees were just starting to turn golden. Directly in front of me there was an enormous
We were at a station I didn't recognise. It was clear that the train wasn't going anywhere for a while, so I stepped out on to the platform. It was a beautifully fresh evening, and the leaves on the trees were just starting to turn golden. Directly in front of me there was an enormous
Though me leg's made of wood
I'm still in fine fettle
Now answer me lad
What's the best bass for...
I'm still in fine fettle
Now answer me lad
What's the best bass for...
"Ah, the rhymes on all but the last line Pirate!" I exclaimed excitedly. Can I, can I have your autograph?
The surly giant pirate with the peg leg who only speaks in rhymes except for the last line eyed me up and down and said with a salty smile
The surly giant pirate with the peg leg who only speaks in rhymes except for the last line eyed me up and down and said with a salty smile
'Nay laddie, ye'll not push me to sign,
Nor put me pen to write a line
E'en though it'd be in rhyme,
It just aint 'me', y'know?'
The train was pulling off now. He looked sadly into the distance, watching it disappear. He turned back to me and said
Nor put me pen to write a line
E'en though it'd be in rhyme,
It just aint 'me', y'know?'
The train was pulling off now. He looked sadly into the distance, watching it disappear. He turned back to me and said
"I wonder what happened to John Turner after he ripped the heads of those ducks."
"No,no,I'm not going to rhyme it." "Can't make me." "You schmucks."
"No,no,I'm not going to rhyme it." "Can't make me." "You schmucks."
After having asked about John Turner. He added this offending sentence, which he often did. He couldn't help it. It just came out, like at the butcher's. There he said: "Can I have those sausages? Up yours, you kinky sniffer!" He just couldn't help it. John Turner is a different story...
but not for this thread.
I quickly tired of the pirates ramblings and left the station. The evening was quickly drawing into night. A few people were hurrying home, hugging into their coats, a hotdog stand was just closing for business. I realised that I had nowhere to go, I didn't even know where I was! I was just starting to worry, when I looked up and saw a sign that read
I quickly tired of the pirates ramblings and left the station. The evening was quickly drawing into night. A few people were hurrying home, hugging into their coats, a hotdog stand was just closing for business. I realised that I had nowhere to go, I didn't even know where I was! I was just starting to worry, when I looked up and saw a sign that read
الرباط (Rabat). "Morocco?", I thought aloud. A friendly man asked
"Now that the train has left without us, where shall we go?"
They saw a small house with the lights on about a half mile across a meadow, but it looked like it was flooded; since it was night, they couldn't tell for certain.
They began walking towards the house, encountering no water; the meadow was not flooded.
Earl could only think about the mysterious woman; she pervaded his every thought.
Just as they reached the house, all the lights went out, and they heard the sound of a heavy bolt being throw across the front door.
"What the devil is going on now?" asked Earl...
They saw a small house with the lights on about a half mile across a meadow, but it looked like it was flooded; since it was night, they couldn't tell for certain.
They began walking towards the house, encountering no water; the meadow was not flooded.
Earl could only think about the mysterious woman; she pervaded his every thought.
Just as they reached the house, all the lights went out, and they heard the sound of a heavy bolt being throw across the front door.
"What the devil is going on now?" asked Earl...
