3 words at a time story
 

rule 1: advance the story using 3 words maximum.
rule 2: dont be a dick and try to ruin it. (yes, you)
rule 3: see rule 2



I'll start:


Carl's favorite shirt

ripped and bloody,

was, of course

caught in the

upstairs guest bathroom

. He knelt down

and pulled

to kiss the

dog on the

head. Then went

in the cellar

to get the

jar of spicy

armadillo pudding, then

re-thought his actions.

He cooked up

some ferret fricasee

with armadillo pudding

and then washed

his sore achy

mouth out with

burnt on residue.

This was not

a good move.

Was he insane?

I'm just not

sure which person

I want to

emulate, he said.

He limped to

conclusions most times.

Suddenly, there was

a footfall behind

the shower curtain

, well really a

football-shaped girl

(BRI! that says footFall. not footBall)

approaching who reached

round the curtain

(I am SO SORRY!)


(my eyes are bad...*sob*)

and gave him

a quite remarkable

bucket full of

clogged drain hair

that smelled like

dead people, but

furnace was only

leaking nuclear waste

His only hope

was miles away!

Only in Cleveland

would he find

the tool necessary

to break into

Ms. Brianna's heart

so she can

feel the freedom

or feel his

suppressed, but astounding

ego. But then