The unbelievably long story thread, part one

[Leslie]

he couldn't possibly be

 

[MuFu]

someone that actually cooked their fish before eating it. Neither could he be someone that

 

[tarez]

enjoyed playing the bongos with his dog jojo nor

 

[MuFu]

shaking a champagne bottle, opening it and sticking it up somone's arse, then drinking the massive fountain of shit/champagne that erupts outwards. Only one act is more disgusting, and that is

 

[tarez]

Not post in this FUCKING THREAD! I don't care if the 1000 post tread is getting alot of attention or not we still need this story to keep going ya hear me?!?!?!

 

[Justintime]

thus it was settled, this thread shall continue to no end, or until

 

[tarez]

the monkeys take over the boards which woudl result in

 

[BadBrain]

more polls on 'what is your favorite insect to pull out of your family's fur and eat'?:

*flies
*beetles
*ticks
*bees
*all of the above for this striped-ass baboon

 

[MuFu]

Suddenly, someone actually noticed that the unbelievably long story thread had slipped off the front page and decided to post some nonsensical crap. Pseudoscientifically speaking, such a move would

 

[ris]

contravene the said articels on the story thread, causing a rupture in seven places

 

[Shadowfax]

which resulted in a terrible loss of

 

[MuFu]

turnips. And so, the story surged forward, if only to waste more of OSLI's time writing it up. OSLI on the otherhand wanted the thread to die, as he had much better things to do with his time, such as

 

[Shadowfax]

wanking. The guy was just obsessed by wanking. That was one of the main reasons he barely visited OTC anymore, but another reason was that OSLI was

 

[BadBrain]

ISLO -- InSide Looking Out to the yard. He had no internet access and was in jail for

 

[MuFu]

wanking. He actually wanked so hard that space and time folded in on itself, understandably causing a number of complaints from the neighbours. But ISLO didn't care. In defiance, he

 

[BadBrain]

whipped it out and beat it at the mayor's ribbon cutting for the new grocery store, at the local meeting of the Parents-Teachers Association, and at Mrs Thompson's Tupperware party.

 

[tarez]

And once again the logn story thread vanished from the front back but upon its being resqued

 

[Ardsgaine]

or re-queued, if you prefer, people began to wonder whatever happened to the great Marouk and his seven...

 

[tarez]

sex slaves of Boragen whom utterly enjoyed great

 

[ris]

slabs of cake [or death] on tuesdays