Three word story!

to play and

They had two

socks and they

The Story so Far....

As evidence I have way too much time on my hands at the moment and also in an attempt to revive the story I've put it all together in one big post- makes for some funny reading

Once on a Spherculism there was a lad who loved to play and so everyday he spun his wonderful sock poi. They had two bells in the socks and they floated up into Matt's fan where they shot off into a huge party outside, where raving badger worshippers, staff twirling nutters and an old yet incredibly talented one-legged gimp named Funstus Muckton daced in ecstacy while their pants hung nearby on a raggedy cow of limited vocabulary but wise eyes.

The cow said "Moo!" and then "MOO! MOO! MOO?" The lad stared at the cow "I like cows... especially for lunch!" So, being hungry, he opened his Bag of Wonders and pulled from it a bottle of pickled cow eyes while he shook dry some rather soggy crackers that would serve as a bed for a family of salty but tasty wombat like marsupials that sometimes like dance around a psychadelical helical Maypole whilst joyfully chanting "EAT ME, EAT ME" while they do various techniques to worship the dancing of the sacred Intricately Embriodered Lollipop.

Funstus wobbled precariously whilst balenced on his one leg constructed from medium-density-fibreboard purchased on-line for two socks and his eternal soul from E-bay. He then went out to get some milk chocolate Hobnobs from the donkey cart outside the stratosphere called 'life' hoping that he would discover secret doorways that lead to Hobnob heaven cuz he felt therein lay answers.

But when Funstus read his mind he remembered, annoyingly, he'd forgotten the poi damaged fan which he used to wipe his mother's floppy disk across his jam BUGGER! said he as the fan fell and crushed his big toe Hopping onward he backfliped onto the trolley bound for the distant north. Stunned by the number of people voting against Blair because they were stark bollock naked.....

Funstus raced desperately

totem pole of

because if he

a magical thing

his beloved, long-lost

Flo. He clicked

hundred times and

Norfolk. Nevertheless he

made some toast

to a seedy

Flo had left

in Sanskrit scribbled

all over the

into a huge

Boggle fwip dooday'

only too well.

nasty case of