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Post by HondaForemanNo1 on Jul 19, 2005 12:58:59 GMT -5
Here's the game. I start a story. The next person adds a sentence to my story, and so on. I'l start it off.
Once upon a time there was a young little boy.
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Post by plowboy on Jul 19, 2005 14:09:33 GMT -5
Who lived on a farm, and had many friends.
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Post by MuddnMason on Jul 19, 2005 16:50:57 GMT -5
But mostly all his friends were animals.
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Post by TechForeman on Jul 19, 2005 21:03:58 GMT -5
And his pig ,Sue, was his greatest friend
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Post by plowboy on Jul 19, 2005 21:48:57 GMT -5
They went every where together.
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Post by HondaForemanNo1 on Jul 20, 2005 8:04:17 GMT -5
like Peanut Butter on Jelly.
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Post by MuddnMason on Jul 20, 2005 13:52:23 GMT -5
Till this one day at band camp..
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Post by TechForeman on Jul 20, 2005 16:08:05 GMT -5
Everyone had bacon and sausage for breakfast every morning.
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Post by MuddnMason on Jul 20, 2005 16:40:09 GMT -5
All his friends were upset at the canabalism which was showed to them. They all just
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Post by plowboy on Jul 20, 2005 16:52:22 GMT -5
left and had pie.
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Post by HondaForemanNo1 on Jul 20, 2005 19:09:57 GMT -5
Eating pie, they all got fat.
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Post by MuddnMason on Jul 20, 2005 19:23:26 GMT -5
And all they could say on the way home was oink.
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Post by plowboy on Jul 20, 2005 20:50:03 GMT -5
but the next day all was new and clean.
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Post by TechForeman on Jul 20, 2005 21:09:25 GMT -5
But Sue was still missing, so then
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Post by plowboy on Jul 20, 2005 22:35:42 GMT -5
There had to be a search party formed.
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