Thread: A Co-Operative Novel: 3 Words at a Time

Having shaved Pam from head to toe, I quickly lathered myself up and started gyrating frantically. I'd accidentally forgotten the open wound on my penis and the alcohol-based aftershave that burned like Satan's fire from the inferno of Dante described so eloquently in some book, albeit more localized than Milton described. Girding my loins, reminded of Odysseus, whose loins were always girded in the most spectacular girding apparel, I ceased my gyrating because I saw the most incredible site: Her heaving, swollen, throbbing, pulsating yellow-green aura surrounded by pink flamingos. My head filled with visions of sugar plums...Wait, I'm having flashbacks.... Man, good acid sticks with ya like a bad joke on a even worse day! Dr. Timothy Leary (rest his psychedelic-soul), always said that with great power comes great responsibility. Though this was something more, something almost sinister. He moved in next door but seems to care so little about property lines... wait, he is DEAD! While Prepping for his math exam Tim used to drill Nicholas on questions of Quantum Addition. But enough with boring nonsense, he is dead and has been for a while. As Pam stared with lustful abandon, her breasts seemed to heave mightily, she felt a flush from her poolboy behind her

Having shaved Pam from head to toe, I quickly lathered myself up and started gyrating frantically. I'd accidentally forgotten the open wound on my penis and the alcohol-based aftershave that burned like Satan's fire from the inferno of Dante described so eloquently in some book, albeit more localized than Milton described. Girding my loins, reminded of Odysseus, whose loins were always girded in the most spectacular girding apparel, I ceased my gyrating because I saw the most incredible site: Her heaving, swollen, throbbing, pulsating yellow-green aura surrounded by pink flamingos. My head filled with visions of sugar plums...Wait, I'm having flashbacks.... Man, good acid sticks with ya like a bad joke on a even worse day! Dr. Timothy Leary (rest his psychedelic-soul), always said that with great power comes great responsibility. Though this was something more, something almost sinister. He moved in next door but seems to care so little about property lines... wait, he is DEAD! While Prepping for his math exam Tim used to drill Nicholas on questions of Quantum Addition. But enough with boring nonsense, he is dead and has been for a while. As Pam stared with lustful abandon, her breasts seemed to heave mightily, she felt a flush from her poolboy behind her. "Damn you poolboy!!!"

Having shaved Pam from head to toe, I quickly lathered myself up and started gyrating frantically. I'd accidentally forgotten the open wound on my penis and the alcohol-based aftershave that burned like Satan's fire from the inferno of Dante described so eloquently in some book, albeit more localized than Milton described. Girding my loins, reminded of Odysseus, whose loins were always girded in the most spectacular girding apparel, I ceased my gyrating because I saw the most incredible site: Her heaving, swollen, throbbing, pulsating yellow-green aura surrounded by pink flamingos. My head filled with visions of sugar plums...Wait, I'm having flashbacks.... Man, good acid sticks with ya like a bad joke on a even worse day! Dr. Timothy Leary (rest his psychedelic-soul), always said that with great power comes great responsibility. Though this was something more, something almost sinister. He moved in next door but seems to care so little about property lines... wait, he is DEAD! While Prepping for his math exam Tim used to drill Nicholas on questions of Quantum Addition. But enough with boring nonsense, he is dead and has been for a while. As Pam stared with lustful abandon, her breasts seemed to heave mightily, she felt a flush from her poolboy behind her. "Damn you poolboy!!!", she screamed with

Having shaved Pam from head to toe, I quickly lathered myself up and started gyrating frantically. I'd accidentally forgotten the open wound on my penis and the alcohol-based aftershave that burned like Satan's fire from the inferno of Dante described so eloquently in some book, albeit more localized than Milton described. Girding my loins, reminded of Odysseus, whose loins were always girded in the most spectacular girding apparel, I ceased my gyrating because I saw the most incredible site: Her heaving, swollen, throbbing, pulsating yellow-green aura surrounded by pink flamingos. My head filled with visions of sugar plums...Wait, I'm having flashbacks.... Man, good acid sticks with ya like a bad joke on a even worse day! Dr. Timothy Leary (rest his psychedelic-soul), always said that with great power comes great responsibility. Though this was something more, something almost sinister. He moved in next door but seems to care so little about property lines... wait, he is DEAD! While Prepping for his math exam Tim used to drill Nicholas on questions of Quantum Addition. But enough with boring nonsense, he is dead and has been for a while. As Pam stared with lustful abandon, her breasts seemed to heave mightily, she felt a flush from her poolboy behind her. "Damn you poolboy!!!", she screamed with mock horror, "I'm

Having shaved Pam from head to toe, I quickly lathered myself up and started gyrating frantically. I'd accidentally forgotten the open wound on my penis and the alcohol-based aftershave that burned like Satan's fire from the inferno of Dante described so eloquently in some book, albeit more localized than Milton described. Girding my loins, reminded of Odysseus, whose loins were always girded in the most spectacular girding apparel, I ceased my gyrating because I saw the most incredible site: Her heaving, swollen, throbbing, pulsating yellow-green aura surrounded by pink flamingos. My head filled with visions of sugar plums...Wait, I'm having flashbacks.... Man, good acid sticks with ya like a bad joke on a even worse day! Dr. Timothy Leary (rest his psychedelic-soul), always said that with great power comes great responsibility. Though this was something more, something almost sinister. He moved in next door but seems to care so little about property lines... wait, he is DEAD! While Prepping for his math exam Tim used to drill Nicholas on questions of Quantum Addition. But enough with boring nonsense, he is dead and has been for a while. As Pam stared with lustful abandon, her breasts seemed to heave mightily, she felt a flush from her poolboy behind her. "Damn you poolboy!!!", she screamed with mock horror, "I'm construing Virgil here!"

Having shaved Pam from head to toe, I quickly lathered myself up and started gyrating frantically. I'd accidentally forgotten the open wound on my penis and the alcohol-based aftershave that burned like Satan's fire from the inferno of Dante described so eloquently in some book, albeit more localized than Milton described. Girding my loins, reminded of Odysseus, whose loins were always girded in the most spectacular girding apparel, I ceased my gyrating because I saw the most incredible site: Her heaving, swollen, throbbing, pulsating yellow-green aura surrounded by pink flamingos. My head filled with visions of sugar plums...Wait, I'm having flashbacks.... Man, good acid sticks with ya like a bad joke on a even worse day! Dr. Timothy Leary (rest his psychedelic-soul), always said that with great power comes great responsibility. Though this was something more, something almost sinister. He moved in next door but seems to care so little about property lines... wait, he is DEAD! While Prepping for his math exam Tim used to drill Nicholas on questions of Quantum Addition. But enough with boring nonsense, he is dead and has been for a while. As Pam stared with lustful abandon, her breasts seemed to heave mightily, she felt a flush from her poolboy behind her. "Damn you poolboy!!!", she screamed with mock horror, "I'm construing Virgil here!" Virgil "Gus" Grissom

Having shaved Pam from head to toe, I quickly lathered myself up and started gyrating frantically. I'd accidentally forgotten the open wound on my penis and the alcohol-based aftershave that burned like Satan's fire from the inferno of Dante described so eloquently in some book, albeit more localized than Milton described. Girding my loins, reminded of Odysseus, whose loins were always girded in the most spectacular girding apparel, I ceased my gyrating because I saw the most incredible site: Her heaving, swollen, throbbing, pulsating yellow-green aura surrounded by pink flamingos. My head filled with visions of sugar plums...Wait, I'm having flashbacks.... Man, good acid sticks with ya like a bad joke on a even worse day! Dr. Timothy Leary (rest his psychedelic-soul), always said that with great power comes great responsibility. Though this was something more, something almost sinister. He moved in next door but seems to care so little about property lines... wait, he is DEAD! While Prepping for his math exam Tim used to drill Nicholas on questions of Quantum Addition. But enough with boring nonsense, he is dead and has been for a while. As Pam stared with lustful abandon, her breasts seemed to heave mightily, she felt a flush from her poolboy behind her. "Damn you poolboy!!!", she screamed with mock horror, "I'm construing Virgil here!" Virgil "Gus" Grissom started on his

Having shaved Pam from head to toe, I quickly lathered myself up and started gyrating frantically. I'd accidentally forgotten the open wound on my penis and the alcohol-based aftershave that burned like Satan's fire from the inferno of Dante described so eloquently in some book, albeit more localized than Milton described. Girding my loins, reminded of Odysseus, whose loins were always girded in the most spectacular girding apparel, I ceased my gyrating because I saw the most incredible site: Her heaving, swollen, throbbing, pulsating yellow-green aura surrounded by pink flamingos. My head filled with visions of sugar plums...Wait, I'm having flashbacks.... Man, good acid sticks with ya like a bad joke on a even worse day! Dr. Timothy Leary (rest his psychedelic-soul), always said that with great power comes great responsibility. Though this was something more, something almost sinister. He moved in next door but seems to care so little about property lines... wait, he is DEAD! While Prepping for his math exam Tim used to drill Nicholas on questions of Quantum Addition. But enough with boring nonsense, he is dead and has been for a while. As Pam stared with lustful abandon, her breasts seemed to heave mightily, she felt a flush from her poolboy behind her. "Damn you poolboy!!!", she screamed with mock horror, "I'm construing Virgil here!" Virgil "Gus" Grissom started on his great shaving novel

Having shaved Pam from head to toe, I quickly lathered myself up and started gyrating frantically. I'd accidentally forgotten the open wound on my penis and the alcohol-based aftershave that burned like Satan's fire from the inferno of Dante described so eloquently in some book, albeit more localized than Milton described. Girding my loins, reminded of Odysseus, whose loins were always girded in the most spectacular girding apparel, I ceased my gyrating because I saw the most incredible site: Her heaving, swollen, throbbing, pulsating yellow-green aura surrounded by pink flamingos. My head filled with visions of sugar plums...Wait, I'm having flashbacks.... Man, good acid sticks with ya like a bad joke on a even worse day! Dr. Timothy Leary (rest his psychedelic-soul), always said that with great power comes great responsibility. Though this was something more, something almost sinister. He moved in next door but seems to care so little about property lines... wait, he is DEAD! While Prepping for his math exam Tim used to drill Nicholas on questions of Quantum Addition. But enough with boring nonsense, he is dead and has been for a while. As Pam stared with lustful abandon, her breasts seemed to heave mightily, she felt a flush from her poolboy behind her. "Damn you poolboy!!!", she screamed with mock horror, "I'm construing Virgil here!" Virgil "Gus" Grissom started on his great shaving novel which will once

Having shaved Pam from head to toe, I quickly lathered myself up and started gyrating frantically. I'd accidentally forgotten the open wound on my penis and the alcohol-based aftershave that burned like Satan's fire from the inferno of Dante described so eloquently in some book, albeit more localized than Milton described. Girding my loins, reminded of Odysseus, whose loins were always girded in the most spectacular girding apparel, I ceased my gyrating because I saw the most incredible site: Her heaving, swollen, throbbing, pulsating yellow-green aura surrounded by pink flamingos. My head filled with visions of sugar plums...Wait, I'm having flashbacks.... Man, good acid sticks with ya like a bad joke on a even worse day! Dr. Timothy Leary (rest his psychedelic-soul), always said that with great power comes great responsibility. Though this was something more, something almost sinister. He moved in next door but seems to care so little about property lines... wait, he is DEAD! While Prepping for his math exam Tim used to drill Nicholas on questions of Quantum Addition. But enough with boring nonsense, he is dead and has been for a while. As Pam stared with lustful abandon, her breasts seemed to heave mightily, she felt a flush from her poolboy behind her. "Damn you poolboy!!!", she screamed with mock horror, "I'm construing Virgil here!" Virgil "Gus" Grissom started on his great shaving novel which will once again re-write history.