Jokes & Humor - funny story game !Do Not Reply!

yes, i am now going to use the forumwide infamous (and "patented" by me) line !DO NOT REPLY! if i want to get quite a few replies

anywho, it's been quite a while since i started a neverending story. our first one went quite well as you all know. i don't remember much about volume 2, and if i remember correctly, numero tres didn't go far at all. so let's see how "The Neverending Story, Vol. 4" goes:

I was at........OOPS!!!!!! Almost forgot about the rules, just in case there are in newbs to the neverending story although most of us know them by now:

20 word max per post
you can't reply to your own post
keep it clean
and have fun.

"I was at school scraping gum from underneath the desk while dreaming of cycling, when suddenly......................

I saw a gleaming light coming from the sky it was...

Like a gift sent from above. Or a polished Litespeed...

and behold, Andrea stepped out from the shower glistening....

wearing a helmet and said those three words I've been waiting to hear . . . "did you train?"

Honey, I've been training for this moment all my life.

Chip, not wanting to lose this moment, mustered all the courage he had and replied in his most manly voice:

Dale, when are you going to make a pizza with

me? I'm in the mood to knead!

She said laughingly

And Dale replied, "Who is this Andrea and why is she glistening in our ....

newer teflon-free skillet? Well someone (nudge, nudge) forgot to

OP...http://www.comparestoreprices.co.uk/images/unbranded/8/unbranded-8-shot-gun-silencer.jpg

turn the pancake and eggs, so we ate burritos while we-

listened to Andrea lay out the business plan for our new furniture
company while she dried off.

Throwing the towel into the rattan hamper she revealed

the plans hidden in her silk bathrobe. They were sadistically brilliant.

Glistening from their turn in the skillet, the plans

called for the formation of the ChipnDale Furniture Experience.
Furniture made, sold, and delivered by nearly nude men.
She laughed an evil laugh.

Should the motto of the company be "Our carpenters have wood?"

"No," she said. "It should be . . .

ChipnDale's, where the customer always comes first.

"Brilliant," she said. "Now, how will we get our customers to come?"

She leaned forward, the bathrobe parting slightly, and said with a grin...
"ChipnDales, where the customer always comes first."

"Dang, Chip," said Dale. "We're not customers. Let's quit this job."

"Dale, Dale, Dale" he replied.
"We must see the end of this tale"

"But, gosh, Chip. Only customers come first. Whad'ya say we quit and come back as customers?"

"But," said Chip, "we've invested so much in our bikes. This company will help us pay for them. Shouldn't we . . . ?"

go streaking through town, and cover our naked bodies in maple syrup!

*Lol, my friend actually said the second part at ihop one time*

And he threw off his clothes, revealing a muscular body that was quite a sight to behold.

At which point Andrea had had quite enough.

So she instead of covering her naken body with maple syrup, went to a booth to eat a stack of pancakes from which she found!...


*Uh oh, I think koffee is having a fantasy! :D *

From which she found the soothing effect massive self indulgence always brings. But she was still plenty steamed, she thought "Those himbos
haven't got a brain between the pair of them. I'm thinking global franchising, merchandising, and movie rights. All they can think of is...

juju beans...

juju beans...

The indigenous bean to the lower parts of india and upper parts of canada...

Careless handling had allowed these beans into the country. Crossbred with Cannabis sativa and Amanita muscaria, they could give a rock hallucinations. Unbeknownst to anyone, the boys were stoned out of their gourd. Just then Dale burst half dressed into the
restaurant proclaiming loudly...

"I am the new body double for Lance Armstrong! When he's about to fall, I step in and take his place."
A hush fell over the restaurant as . . .

Huh!...........................

the customers that had been guarding their eatin' were startled by the loud

. . . announcement. Andrea knew it was time to take business into her own hands, so she said . . .

Grabbing Dale by the thong and pulling up hard, she said..
"You're with me"

"Hot damn, Miss Andrea," said Dale. "I'm much obliged, but I must tell you one thing . . . . "

I have a secret that nobody knows . . .

Wait, Miss Andrea . . . please don't remove my thong before I tell you, because . . .

I have syphilis.

Andrea recoils in horror, rushing to get the bleach and Lysol.

"Ha, Ha! I'm just kidding!" joked Dale. "What I really meant to say was . . .

I'm only 4 cm long! But syphilis sounds soooooo much better than accepting the alternative!

"That's okay," Andrea said. "I have a secret, too. My real name is Andrew, and . . .

I've got more than enough to make up for the both of us.

ALso, I have cyphosis . . . It used to be worse, but yoga has helped to straighten me out. Why don't we . . .

use your tie in some fun ways, drizzle caramel sauce on each other, and . . .