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Isn't it time for a new one-sentence story?

  
  

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Mr Tricks
23:51 / 14.10.02
"shit, how the hell is going to drink turpintine in that contition?" Jesse muttered"...and how the hell did a dead Mexican spill out of his skin?"
 
 
000
01:52 / 15.10.02
Jesse took it as an omen from a vengeful and spiteful god, and declared that he would never wank again -- well, at least not with his feet...
 
 
woodswalker
02:13 / 15.10.02
Jesse's thoughts turned back to dear old Dad, who was even then struggling and farting mightily to heave himself off the floor, in spite of the knife point pinioning him there.
 
 
000
02:16 / 15.10.02
Jesses father pulled a deck of playing cards featuring color shots of "Great Dentists of Europe" from his shirt pocket and began to deal a game of Klondike solitaire on the seat next to him.
 
 
The Falcon
(prev. Bots'wana Beast)
02:36 / 15.10.02
This was his favourite game, between all the senseless deaths his sons dealt him - but such was a mad bio-scientist's lot, he mused, flipping cards at tremendous speed.
 
 
gridley
15:12 / 15.10.02
Of course, once laid out in the arcane pattern dictated by the rules of the occultt game of Klondike Solitaire, the dog-eared cards of the Tarot Dentata began to glow, summoning forth the spirit of the great Belgian dentist Thierry DeKoster to do the old man's bidding.
 
 
cusm
21:29 / 15.10.02
"Hah!", he croaked at his new minion, "fetch me my prune juice!"
 
 
Mr Tricks
23:42 / 15.10.02
Dutifully, the Belgian dentist Thierry DeKoster began pouring prune juice into the gaping wound still remaining in Pa Jesse's chest.
 
 
gridley
19:28 / 16.10.02
As the prune juice fizzled into the mouth-like wound in his chest, Jesse's father told the Thierry DeKoster: "Good work, but now I want you to follow my son to this party he is attending tonight and find some invisible way to torment him sexually."
 
 
000
00:36 / 22.10.02
Pa Jesse never knew that his son had been GRANDLY shaken about the goddamned dog, as a result Jesse went to his transsexual gay-man-trapped-in-a-woman's-body shaman friend, to clear some answers about the afterlife.
 
 
The Falcon
(prev. Bots'wana Beast)
03:27 / 22.10.02
Lindsay, the shaman, was looking curiously unbemused by the shell-game that was hir gender identity as Jesse approached her white picket fence.
 
 
The Falcon
(prev. Bots'wana Beast)
03:31 / 22.10.02
"Or was it his picket fence?", Jesse mused to himself, feeling confused already.
 
 
gridley
15:35 / 22.10.02
"Jesse, sweetheart, I'm positively thrilled to see you!" she called as she saw him walking up the walkway, before turning and muttering to one of her hairy-faced underlings, "Get me the long curved blade and make sure the subterranean snipers are ready..."
 
 
Mr Tricks
23:33 / 22.10.02
Henry genrerally enjoyed his work as Lindsay's deformed hunchbacked assistant, he only wished she would allow him to store the Long Curved Blade on a lower shelf rather than force the deformed dwarf to climb to the very top of her overcrowded bookshelf whenever she recieved a visitor.
 
 
gridley
00:06 / 24.10.02
As Henry pulled himself up the bookcase shelf by shelf like it was a ladder, he thought he heard the movement of a small animal above him, but as his pudgy left hand managed to clutch the dagger, he discovered there was nothing small about the animal that was nesting there.
 
 
Mr Tricks
21:41 / 24.10.02
The Last of the earthly Dodos leared down at him from her egg filled nest, squawking threateningly.
 
 
Keggers From The Crypt
04:43 / 25.10.02
5 minutes and a lot of flying feathers later, Henry concluded that dodo, rather dissapointedly, tasted alot like chicken.
 
 
Mr Tricks
22:05 / 29.10.02
he tucked the only unbroken dodo egg into his jacket pocket "for later" he mussed to himself climbing down the overcrowded bookshelf, curved blade gripped tightly in teeth.
 
 
gridley
22:10 / 29.10.02
Fortunately, by the time Henry returned with the blade, Lindsay had already forgotten she'd even asked for it and was busy peeling off Jesse's socks for a good round of toe sucking.
 
 
000
23:27 / 29.10.02
Alarmed by the satanic sounding chant, Jesse asked Linday what she thought she was doing; Oh nothing devious, said she, just the Ketchup Song.
 
 
Mr Tricks
03:10 / 30.10.02
Reassured, Jesse closed his eyes beneath the scented herbal eyepillow oblivious of Henry who waddled towards his now naked toes and handed Lindsay her curved blade, she thanked him silently continuing her chant.
 
  

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