The 5 Word Story Game ~ PART FIVE (5937 views, 1118 replies)

The objective is to add 5 words to the existing story.

You can change the story as much as you like in those 5 words.


(Carried forward from the last entry on PART FOUR...)




delamitri (10h)


a mosquito smells blood on

and all eyes turn towards

Sam since he's holding a

ten-inch switchblade covered in mucus

from letting Quasigoat pick her

numerous orifices and bursting those

sticky bubbles. Suddenly, Sue runs

, slips and rolls into the

bonfire, so Quasigoat pees on

herself as she is laughing

at Sue burning. Thankfully, Sam

whisks out his micro-hose and

liberally sprays Sue right in

the ear, while the flames

engulfed her teeny tiny toes

but finally the pee rained

down as "Red Rain" blasted

the Quasigoat from her slimy

throne of gooch sniffing slugs

which bring on split personalities

inside Quasigoat, leaving her drained

because they keep milching her

mind and tickling her orifices

moving from sickly sweet to

having a completely sour puss

expression. The Dean brothers showed

they had nothing red on

when they stripped down for

their yearly physical and enema

which Sue felt obliged to

carry out, starting with anal

fistula checks. While that's going

she reaches her hand around

and grabs a cigarette off

tke back of a wild

eyed southern boy and lights

a match from the stubble

on the bull's shaved bollocks

causing a reflexive kick, squarely

between the eyes, it then

clucked like a chicken, Quasigoat

style. Sue finishes probing and

casually addresses Southern boy smirkingly

with his rear end gaping

,she takes a pull on

the cigarette and rejoins everyone

with string and duct tape

and whipped cream for starters

followed by LASHings of jelly

that are now attracting ants

and uncles, who bring their

roadkill as a peace offering

which made everyone hurl their

salt packets over their shoulders

while dancing to the tune

of "Come on Eileen" with

bag pipes and someone complaining

"You don't hear songs like ...

that anymore because this generation

spend too much on beats

by Dre and don't know

about Sinatra and other amazing

swing era artists. Sam, tired

yet alert and feeling very

impish, thought a prank would

be funny, so he plotted

with Sue to saran wrap

the Dean boys to Quasigoat

for a pretend peace offering

as the pious and pompous

thing she is, she accepts

the mentally unstable diagnosis enthusiastically

and begins to gorge on

the Dean brothers' earwax while

nibbling on toe nail cheese

belly button lint, and foreskins

washed down with a Chianti

whilst licking her genitals furiously

until she realized a salve

would attract a probable mate

but she was in no

panties, just cling film wrapped

tight. The party was still

rockin' and everyone was super

mellow and yellow from the

saffron they were huffing, then

3 little pigs' pink bum

droppings littered the floor, causing

everyone to exhibit strange dance

called the "Squish-Squash Poopers"

while Sue refilled everyone's drinks

whilst hopping like a bunny

in hopes that Sam would

notice, stop rabbiting on about

starts lap dancing all over

the "adults only" Easter Basket

that Sam was holding, but

she couldn't arise his interest

because Leah, Big John's sister,

had lost her g-string while

twerking in Sam's direction for

jelly beans and fruity condoms

which he happens to have

by the pocketful, selling to

support his matchbox car obsession

and viagra for microsoft assistance

charity. Sam recovered the G-string

just in time to come

out of the closet again

and declare his homosexuality. Meanwhile, ....

leaving his brother Jeremy $1,000,000

discovering a rare poison that

turns dead flesh into money

which Quasigoat immediately started eating

until she started pooping quarters

and pound coins that didn't

add up. With new mysteries

to write for Nancy Drew,

only there is no PG

so instead of Hardy boys

It's hearty boys and girls

playing doctors and nurses under

the porch where Quasigoat can't

reach due to her excretorial

desires. The children simply don't

keep quiet enough for her

to enjoy her repast. Now

having eaten and drunk excessively

everyone at the party was

in the humoUr of playing

hooky from school tomorrow so

out came the Madonna records

along with camel toe leggings

and Lambada moves included, brought

on by a half drunk

fisherman with a huge pole

of a penis which women

both desired and rebuffed because

there can be only one and

the fish for that pole

easily got away to swim

. Back at the party, bras

were deemed improper attire for

qudra-breasted hermaphrodites and Quasigoat

whose cup sizes were in proportion

with udders. The backyard pool

table doubled as a bed

of nails, giving more prick

punch holes for a fountain

of gore oozing slowly from

below, below, below, ding dong

interrupted by the doorbell. Who

says the witch is dead

but she still alive !lies

and has forgotten English syntax

so without teeth, it's impossible

to understand what she muttered,

and splatted with thick phlegm

strangling her. Alcohol was running

out of her monstrous nose

with a cup ready, catching

the 80% proof Irish poitín

and redrinking it, chewing boogers

and spitting out toenail cheese

turning all the guests stomachs

inside out thus showing all

the neighbors what they'd eaten

Big John massaging her feet

and goes berserk, kicking and

falling off the bed, where