the 5 word story game - part three (3338 views, 573 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 TWO...)


...from first person POV since

neither, either, both, or, and

wherewithal decided to swim back

to the middle pausing under

the bridge where the troll

were waiting on them to

would be back and then

You guys are confusing the hell outta me

who birthed sick futuristic babies

who had wings on their

bottoms, thus the toilet paper

then burned their little backsides

drenched in piddle and doodles

until Lucifer invented the bidet

which in itself was refreshing

as it allowed those dirty

arses a whisk of refreshment

while easing the hemorrhoidal burn

and washing the gleet from

the urethra before it burns

creates scarificatiom of the cooch

with teeth like a snapping

crocodile, and eyes ready to

drive Mr Magoo to drink

from the fountain of saliva

balls and sativa buds fillimg

and the coloured girls go

Do do but forgot the

fillings were anaesthetised so they

would have to force them

to sing ahharahharrahh, and Lou

Tinky-Winky in hopes of saving

A Perfect Day from losing

their eyebrows in their faces

because the creepy, expressionless looks

It was growing dark, so

glow worms emerged, ravenous and

the global sexual pleasure 1000

the machine for all your

rabbiting needs and it doubles

uncleaned, as a cream whipper

for when missionary just isn't

the cunni in your lingus

Aer Lingus are doing special

promotional flights to the dark

to brush up on cunni

the language of the nonborn

in order to free the

souls from the misshapen wombs

and join them into a/an

cult for the purpose of

inducting them into the sinister

Spaghetti Monster 👾 with extra sausage

to eat them and gain

complete control over their enormous

inheritance of ear mites that

throbbing, red [SPOILER]made you look! splotched and splattered

about to cover his whole

pie, although cake would be

delicious and not a lie

about, just dossing for the

short time before alarms start

and the goat people attack

with their razor sharp horns

blinded by their stupidity which

would eventually be their downfall.

and their spiral of jealousy

crab people who only wanted

to scavenge and stir up

the others for sideways jigs

at the block party being

thrown by crabbomile tea drinkers

who invited their dolls and

Ariel made a special appearance

because they needed sea bling

to attract some exotically endowed

sexually aggressive black dolphins who

ate bananas, melon, and crickets

knowing that a balanced diet

leads to the poo planet

getting its regular shipment on

time of freshly recycled Pampers

but we cup our hands

to catch any drippings missed

the odour making our stomachs

grumble with hunger since we

emptied our bowels in bowls

to be served with noodles

while fadoodling with the oosperms

the unctuous surface of the

tabletop was making it impossible

to play chess, scrabble or

poker. Strip poker though, was

and a viable option considering

all of the winnings could

be inserted into obvious spaces

and the sweat from those

hairy armpits was collected in

golden lunette cups designed by

a man desiring odd refreshments

to quench a thirst after

licking salty armpits parched his

tumescent blubbery lips, making it

as disgusting as Steven Tyler

blowing bubbles with chewing gum

stuck to his pubic hair

and his labrose condition exacerbated

his continuous puckering and strutting

through the "I don't want to miss a thing"* song which

* counting as 1

*isreallyjustmashingwords togethertomakeitseem likeit'sallonelongword andthustakeoverthegame andthen,theworld


*counting as 5 words.

Names of characters, place names and objects of art = counts as one name ???

What is the concensus? Ayes and Nays do your thing

because the world could use

another half-ass love song from

string beans with lips and

Aerosmith, Black Sabbath and death

metal heads screaming love sucks

and sucking the love outta

blowing Thomas the Tank's tootle

causing a massive boiler explosion

while Barney was having diarrhea

in Baby Bop's mouth which

created such a spectacle that

they decided to charge admission

so they could learn to

"Lick an armpit" challenge where

out to the hottest female

and marks her territory by

back flipping whilst urinating thus

wetting bystanders in a warm

golden shower that will spoil

temporarily distracting the leg humpers

chins and buttocks under the

scrutiny of the scrotum inspectors

the spirit in the sky

floating on some bum fluff

propelled by high octane gas

from the gas stations in

fart knox, where the attendants

top you up, brush fluff

from your spokes and grease

the scrotum inspectors gazed incessantly

at the passing llama caravan

led by eunuchs, which infuriated

their already inflamed, saggy sacks

poultice for their red arses

but didn't want to rub

hard, knowing that delicate movements

were all it took to

pull the short hair out

leaving them bald. Next door,

convulsions after eating dinner with

the AHS crowd who are

currently dipping their toes in

the bloodbath to test temperature,

as they can't afford to scald

any skin off the scrotum

because it's the biggest seller

and these big boys need some

foreskin, as they were cut

Hasidic Rabbi and court jester

who eats dried foreskin chips