I will attempt to use all of your favorite words in one grammatically correct sentence.
Disgruntled that the architect's shoddy, sluice design had flooded the castle with water, the king abruptly tossed him into the oubliette with nothing but a single crumpet for nourishment, and a taciturn cockchafer for company.
I think this has the makings for a superbly brilliant story. Would somebody please compose the second sentence in this story. Then another person do the next and so on. I would really like to see what the end result of is.
I am quite serious. Please read the comments and contribute the next sentence that progresses the story.
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dang, for a second there, i thought that said cock chauffeur. i was thinking buddy, if you need a chauffeur for it, forget it.
The architect and the cockchafer devised a clever plan to escape from the rank and rancid dungeon. Using part of the jaw bone from the previous occupant of the dungeon, the...
(TIMEOUT) Sass you are a cockchafer tease! (BACK TO STORY)
Isn't anyone else creeped out by the word 'sluice'?
, said The King with a face full of the Queen's Crumpet.
"Shut up and get back to attending my royal queef hole," said the Queen. But the King couldn't help but feel bad for the hapless architect who he'd locked away for all eternity. The king wondered if perhaps he wasn't the headstrong young dictator that he once was. Was he becoming soft and limp in his old age? At that moment, the Queen looked down disappointedly at the kings royal love plunger and wondered the very same thing.
"'What can fix this'", she cried in anguish?
BEVIS said...
Then Ugly Dave Gray* popped onto screen and announced, 'Fellas, are you suffering from penile disfunction but are too embarrassed to talk about it? Well? Are you? Then here's the good news - I'm promoting a company that's prepared to pay me top dollar to flog their pseudo-miracle nasal spray off onto unsuspecting old people like you, even though current affairs programs nationwide have blown it wide open and identified it as a legitimate scam. So you, yes, even you Kingie, can stick this tube up yer nose and spray away until your little sceptre there is up-standing for the Queen! It's up the nose and away it goes!'
The King stared at him in silent fury and barely-controlled rage.
'I'll take two boxes,' he said.
* Ugly Dave Gray is a weird old 'comic personality' from 70s and 80s Australian television, now embarrassing himself with crappy ads for some erectile disfunction product or other.
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That was awesome. Bevis, you slapped the whipped cream and cherry on that story.
I can't believe you used the words 'cream' and 'cherry' in the one sentence, and it WASN'T part of the story!
BEVIS
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