A game for a Sunday night...
Let's indulge in a spot of story telling. The rules are simple: you must continue to tell the story but only by adding one line.
I'll start.
It was a cold, wet and windy night when suddenly...
I opened my eyes and realised I was standing naked in the carwash, I then noticed...
He stopped and asked me if I wanted a ride...
It was at this point that I noticed that he didn't actually have an elephant, so...
we hailed a cab. Getting in, I looked at him and said...
But then he did actually squeeze a bit more out and with a cheeky grin on his face he asked...
(how did we get onto farting so soon???)
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Cherry has a fart fetish, she loves to eat cheap supermarket beans then lie on her back and light her farts
(Okay, I'm on a coffee break - humour me, I've heavy-duty marking to do tonight! So, I'm starting this again.)
The wind whistled menacingly as she walked around the corner, bracing herself for what was to come.
she was used to my foreplay line of 'Brace thee self lass'
That old yorkshire subtlely pleased her as she felt his breath as he whispered urgently in her ear.
"Nay lass, there's no black pudding in't pocket - I'm just pleased to see thee!".
Her eyes widened as she felt behind her and grasped him.....HARD!
At this point the whippet let out an almighty yelp and took off down the street like a thing possesed.
taking the gatepost with it
She lifted her skirt and said........
Have you been dogging with that coal miners wife again?
when we thought her pit had been closed years ago
lp
and does she still have that old pit donkey called dick? 'Donkey Dick'? i reply.....