One Sentence Story, what again?
 

Sycamore and Perth broke the seal on a liter of Cheapasso Tequila, while...

Griff busted through the door and said...

"My asshole burns! I had some jalapeños last night and now I feel like I've been shitting battery acid!"

Sycamore stood, bemused, and thought to himself...

Is this a viable alternative energy source or is Griff talking out his ass again, what to do?...

While T-Money the Round Mound of Sound pondered, Perth looked to the sky.

He exclaimed, "Dear God! Don't let me perish in this fog of flatulence! I've got Casey and little James to think about!"

(EDIT--Typo)

He paused. "Am I retarded? I didn't mean to say 'parish'. I meant to say 'perish'."

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Father Flanagan contined, "Don't let me parish perish in this fog." Perth calmly lit one last cigarette...

as the drunken priest thought to himself "contined? What the hell was me thinkin'? I mean to say 'continued', yes. I don't even know what 'contined' means! Me brain ain't be workin' this evenin'."

"Aye, tayin op lat n watchin snatch wasda las ting I shoulda don, tain't elped me accent mush edder."

In burst Dave. "Sure, I like DOGS", he said to much confusion.

Okaythen you'll take thsmokes thfekindag thgreat cloud of gas n begone then?

Thdealwasyaboughthowyashawit.

In all the confusion, Sycamore thought he was back in the days of his band, so he started screaming with all his might.

A bedroom light turned on in Spokane.