The 5 Word Story Game - PART TWO (2821 views, 337 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 one...)


....into the abyss of sticky

half eaten party favors on

top of old smokey covered

in a cheese like substance

gooey, slimy, putrefied excrement of

an unidentifiable creature that looked

smooshy, gooey, in all its

on her mind, but Jack

is already up the hill

with Rebecca and they are

too drunk to stand or

anything fun which irritated Jill

had to settle for a

"happy ending" that never ended

even as Patrick stumbled over

snakes and voluptuous women wanting

to challenge someone to a

mud and honey wrestling contest

undies to keep honey out

his big snow cone to

the icey treat with her

someone
new
enters
the
room

all gasp as they turn

in horror as the stranger

changes form every day and

today's form is a repulsive

avatar of confusing love antonyms

that falsely made them think

all you need is love

while they hatched a plan

to shake, rattle and roll

the dice to see which

snake eyes will be staring

down while they administer painful

enemas delivered by hired, mutated

endangered blobfish that orally examined

orifices, receding cavities and protruding

random blobs of goo gobbed

up the vents causing airflow

to become thick with excrement

air freshener, but it's worse

because she did not bother

to spray it, preferring foul-smelling

socks that her boyfriend leaves

after a week of wearing

them and complaining that he

smells so ripe he's attracting

flies and skanky smelly women

tatoos, the heathen lifts his

pot noodle singing Abba medley

double time, and then triple

time and singing Dancing Queen

in Welsh but then dramatically

changing the language used to

Klingon. Now it was time

to spray urine on cakes

and take a space rocket

magazine to the bathroom while

playing with his rubber duck

that's been his lifelong friend

and only friend since he

Rubber chicken needed a rubber

to keep chicks happy without

resorting to kidnap Donald Trump

However the happy little chicks

all learned karate by night

to straighten out the jerks

who fly on magic carpets

all night after eating shrooms

and seeing pretty colours in

the shape of pink elephants

but never the green ones

dirty deeds, done dirt cheap

but he expects a little

tweedle dee and tweedle dum

Defecated while they Brushed Hair

but not into a mullet

some call it a "shag"

that unfortunately was lice infested

by massive, radioactive biting lice

that left a nest of

chewing gum, twigs and cardboard

whilst bees made honey and

I couldn't resist dipping my

toes in the warm goo

and then making teletubbies lick

but their tongues are strong

travelling back to before it

became nothing but taradiddle from

that were actually micro-bombs, programmed

by greedy ghouls and ghastly

bloodworms planning to insert themselves

to spawn their hybrid young.

the larvae extractor but instead

threw it at the wall

handcuffs and decided that he

needed to pause for thought

because mistakes are not okay

So Jack positioned his pack

level to his chin because

slowy raised his pistol to

scratch his inner right buttock

and accidentally shot his left

testicle into the air where

a low flying bird snatched

the deeeelicious and deeeelectable scrotiod

... I'm taking artistic liberties here... haha

was quickly swallowed as Jack

Sprat who ate no fat

limped without his left nut

This is getting way too painful to read for at about half the population. anyway to continue in a different vein (pun intended)

Only to be met by ...

a flying monkey wrench, wet

with enemy blood and brains

but no guts or genitals

The wrench contained symbols of

an inter uterine device and

user instructions, making it easy

to avoid detection at the

VD clinic while being treated

for warts, nurse Bentley lifted

her institutionalised half-brother a

pint of something that would

because those poor nurses are

Jack's pseudo-intellectual cronic masturbator

with a vibrator with extra

turbo settings for a more

extracting fillings or power washing

to your elbows, ladies be

like we getting down on

it, all the single ladies

kicking up a ruckus do

whatever it takes to distract

while he spikes everyone's drinks

with various libido enhancers via

rum spiked suppositories, said to

create an enema-tion exploitation

of migrant pee samplers who

are gainfully employed donating organs

harvested in underground laboratories for

the sole purpose of providing

insects a place to cocoon

until they emerge as beautiful

toads. Wonderful, lumpy, bumpy, smooshy

amphibians, having the gift of

Disintegrating everything they touch with

a blast of fluorescent urine

creates the most horrible odor

which has been attracting large

cockroaches that crawl around the

of skunk weed and hay

until they are so high

Licking the paint and wallpaper

until hallucinations from paint chips

were deep fat fried with

bum plugs of varying colours

that ended up tasting like

Mom's homemade apple pie with

only a hint of bum

sh*t and a few dollops

of tartar sauce on toast

with jam and spam, oozy

but tasty enough if washed

down with gallons of vinegar

but oh, the gas it

gives off is pure nasal

solution that is packaged and

sold on the black market

the "underground" Tesco of edibles

where even the most noxious

and obnoxious con artists decay

complete with booze and tablets

With thick hair protruding from

his nose and also he

lacks the strength to fight

with his mean jealous wife

who constantly nags him about

jelly snakes and licorice buttons

because the liquor store won't

needles and thread light enough

to sew a silk blouse

Big enough for Dolly (not dollars) Parton's

gianormous breasticles that absorb crumbs

and swallow little children when

a fleshy, cavernous mouth appears

to french kiss Dolly and

she likes it until a

leech protrudes from the orifice

Meanwhile, Jack ran out of

his house naked from the