A Great Story

[lau]

This is fun. Make up a story and have the next post continue the story.

Don't make the posts to long, because people are too lazy to read much. I'll sta

About 100 years ago a man named Father Beverage lived by himself in a small house in the woods. One day he felt a little dareing and decided to go into town. As he was driving he noticed a lemonade stand with 2 kids about 9 years old. Father Beverge got some lemonade there and noticed the recipe for it by the kids pitcher. He quickly took it and ran off.

[ted]

He noticed what appeared to be strange hieroglyphics and runes written in iridescent gold ink at the foot of the page. Realising he had left his spectacles at home, he cursed and swore mightily and strode back whence he had come. Upon crossing the small stone bridge over Deadman’s Creek he was startled by grunts in the undergrowth and the arresting sight of his old friend, Mrs Mountfast, puffing and scrambling up the bank in nothing but a muddied and shredded dressing gown and making gesticulations of a most unseemly nature.

[lau]

Mrs. Mountfast just ran past Father Beverage. Then Father Beverage saw something coming up the bank. It was Mother Ambrosia! Oh no! It is Father Beverage's rival!

[lisztisforkids]

Than a large a meteor struck the earth and everybody died. 

[allthumbs]

Good story! Man, I'm wiped out. The emotion was too much.

[brahmsian]

After everybody recovered from the emotional trauma caused by the devastating meteor impact, they quickly realized that Father Beverage and Mother Ambrosia were about to engage in a duel to the death. The earth was lapsing into a winter climate due to the all the dust and debris thrown into the atmosphere by the meteor, so they thought why the hell not. However, they had to take a short time out as Father Beverage is near-sighted, and required his spectacles in order to fully participate in the epic battle. Mother Ambrosia was warming up with her nunchucks, and as Father Beverage returned to the battleground......

[lau]

But then they realized they suck at fighting. So this resulted in something like this.  "Why don't you gnaw on a morsel," Mother Ambrosia wailed. Then the activity director (Dave Mathews), rapped up the story with five chilts's.


Best Wishes, Sincerely,

FB

P.S. I know what you are thinking, i too good for this right? Well I got news, You are not!

[lau]

Dang, I thought this would be the longest topic ever, you people are too serious. Nevermind, maybe i am just too immature, if the times of life would just work with me!