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

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. Slowly but eloquently he works his... Wait! Gus died, such a huge loss to NASA there will never be a second Lt. like him, but, I digress. Pam's breasts still make me cry, because I miss the warmth and great plastic surgery! But the aging process of the implants impart a celluloid rot stench reminiscent of elephant dung in July. But even elephants don't smell that revoltingly vile and fishy. Speaking of fishy, this plot line reminds me that the ocean stinks. Foul, unyielding mistress! Thy wiles entice the unwary stranger into sinful delights; thy capricious heavings do vex me to the core! I do believe that never before have I ever been so enthralled by such large drooping bags of rancid silicone. So many times I wish to die reading this novel, but i digress. Back to Pam's first straight shave. That Chandler custom cut my throat, a nick really would've been preferable although the line, ear to ear, went nicely with the scar across my jaw. Whenever i smile it winks at me! (Which, when you think of it, is a unique remembrance of my days as a Brazilian bikini waxer...but I digress). I got off the toilet and washed my hands. Pam was lying seductively on the motorcycle with her naked body sprawled grotesquely as if she thought she might spontaneously combust from the flatulence due to excessive digressing from the novel's main theme. I was happy, she could explode those fake funbags

y 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. Slowly but eloquently he works his... Wait! Gus died, such a huge loss to NASA there will never be a second Lt. like him, but, I digress. Pam's breasts still make me cry, because I miss the warmth and great plastic surgery! But the aging process of the implants impart a celluloid rot stench reminiscent of elephant dung in July. But even elephants don't smell that revoltingly vile and fishy. Speaking of fishy, this plot line reminds me that the ocean stinks. Foul, unyielding mistress! Thy wiles entice the unwary stranger into sinful delights; thy capricious heavings do vex me to the core! I do believe that never before have I ever been so enthralled by such large drooping bags of rancid silicone. So many times I wish to die reading this novel, but i digress. Back to Pam's first straight shave. That Chandler custom cut my throat, a nick really would've been preferable although the line, ear to ear, went nicely with the scar across my jaw. Whenever i smile it winks at me! (Which, when you think of it, is a unique remembrance of my days as a Brazilian bikini waxer...but I digress). I got off the toilet and washed my hands. Pam was lying seductively on the motorcycle with her naked body sprawled grotesquely as if she thought she might spontaneously combust from the flatulence due to excessive digressing from the novel's main theme. I was happy, she could explode those fake funbags at any moment!

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. Slowly but eloquently he works his... Wait! Gus died, such a huge loss to NASA there will never be a second Lt. like him, but, I digress. Pam's breasts still make me cry, because I miss the warmth and great plastic surgery! But the aging process of the implants impart a celluloid rot stench reminiscent of elephant dung in July. But even elephants don't smell that revoltingly vile and fishy. Speaking of fishy, this plot line reminds me that the ocean stinks. Foul, unyielding mistress! Thy wiles entice the unwary stranger into sinful delights; thy capricious heavings do vex me to the core! I do believe that never before have I ever been so enthralled by such large drooping bags of rancid silicone. So many times I wish to die reading this novel, but i digress. Back to Pam's first straight shave. That Chandler custom cut my throat, a nick really would've been preferable although the line, ear to ear, went nicely with the scar across my jaw. Whenever i smile it winks at me! (Which, when you think of it, is a unique remembrance of my days as a Brazilian bikini waxer...but I digress). I got off the toilet and washed my hands. Pam was lying seductively on the motorcycle with her naked body sprawled grotesquely as if she thought she might spontaneously combust from the flatulence due to excessive digressing from the novel's main theme. I was happy, she could explode those fake funbags at any moment! Thereby improving her

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. Slowly but eloquently he works his... Wait! Gus died, such a huge loss to NASA there will never be a second Lt. like him, but, I digress. Pam's breasts still make me cry, because I miss the warmth and great plastic surgery! But the aging process of the implants impart a celluloid rot stench reminiscent of elephant dung in July. But even elephants don't smell that revoltingly vile and fishy. Speaking of fishy, this plot line reminds me that the ocean stinks. Foul, unyielding mistress! Thy wiles entice the unwary stranger into sinful delights; thy capricious heavings do vex me to the core! I do believe that never before have I ever been so enthralled by such large drooping bags of rancid silicone. So many times I wish to die reading this novel, but i digress. Back to Pam's first straight shave. That Chandler custom cut my throat, a nick really would've been preferable although the line, ear to ear, went nicely with the scar across my jaw. Whenever i smile it winks at me! (Which, when you think of it, is a unique remembrance of my days as a Brazilian bikini waxer...but I digress). I got off the toilet and washed my hands. Pam was lying seductively on the motorcycle with her naked body sprawled grotesquely as if she thought she might spontaneously combust from the flatulence due to excessive digressing from the novel's main theme. I was happy, she could explode those fake funbags at any moment! Thereby improving her ability at pushups

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. Slowly but eloquently he works his... Wait! Gus died, such a huge loss to NASA there will never be a second Lt. like him, but, I digress. Pam's breasts still make me cry, because I miss the warmth and great plastic surgery! But the aging process of the implants impart a celluloid rot stench reminiscent of elephant dung in July. But even elephants don't smell that revoltingly vile and fishy. Speaking of fishy, this plot line reminds me that the ocean stinks. Foul, unyielding mistress! Thy wiles entice the unwary stranger into sinful delights; thy capricious heavings do vex me to the core! I do believe that never before have I ever been so enthralled by such large drooping bags of rancid silicone. So many times I wish to die reading this novel, but i digress. Back to Pam's first straight shave. That Chandler custom cut my throat, a nick really would've been preferable although the line, ear to ear, went nicely with the scar across my jaw. Whenever i smile it winks at me! (Which, when you think of it, is a unique remembrance of my days as a Brazilian bikini waxer...but I digress). I got off the toilet and washed my hands. Pam was lying seductively on the motorcycle with her naked body sprawled grotesquely as if she thought she might spontaneously combust from the flatulence due to excessive digressing from the novel's main theme. I was happy, she could explode those fake funbags at any moment! Thereby improving her ability at pushups and other athletic

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. Slowly but eloquently he works his... Wait! Gus died, such a huge loss to NASA there will never be a second Lt. like him, but, I digress. Pam's breasts still make me cry, because I miss the warmth and great plastic surgery! But the aging process of the implants impart a celluloid rot stench reminiscent of elephant dung in July. But even elephants don't smell that revoltingly vile and fishy. Speaking of fishy, this plot line reminds me that the ocean stinks. Foul, unyielding mistress! Thy wiles entice the unwary stranger into sinful delights; thy capricious heavings do vex me to the core! I do believe that never before have I ever been so enthralled by such large drooping bags of rancid silicone. So many times I wish to die reading this novel, but i digress. Back to Pam's first straight shave. That Chandler custom cut my throat, a nick really would've been preferable although the line, ear to ear, went nicely with the scar across my jaw. Whenever i smile it winks at me! (Which, when you think of it, is a unique remembrance of my days as a Brazilian bikini waxer...but I digress). I got off the toilet and washed my hands. Pam was lying seductively on the motorcycle with her naked body sprawled grotesquely as if she thought she might spontaneously combust from the flatulence due to excessive digressing from the novel's main theme. I was happy, she could explode those fake funbags at any moment! Thereby improving her ability at pushups and other athletic feasts in bed.

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. Slowly but eloquently he works his... Wait! Gus died, such a huge loss to NASA there will never be a second Lt. like him, but, I digress. Pam's breasts still make me cry, because I miss the warmth and great plastic surgery! But the aging process of the implants impart a celluloid rot stench reminiscent of elephant dung in July. But even elephants don't smell that revoltingly vile and fishy. Speaking of fishy, this plot line reminds me that the ocean stinks. Foul, unyielding mistress! Thy wiles entice the unwary stranger into sinful delights; thy capricious heavings do vex me to the core! I do believe that never before have I ever been so enthralled by such large drooping bags of rancid silicone. So many times I wish to die reading this novel, but i digress. Back to Pam's first straight shave. That Chandler custom cut my throat, a nick really would've been preferable although the line, ear to ear, went nicely with the scar across my jaw. Whenever i smile it winks at me! (Which, when you think of it, is a unique remembrance of my days as a Brazilian bikini waxer...but I digress). I got off the toilet and washed my hands. Pam was lying seductively on the motorcycle with her naked body sprawled grotesquely as if she thought she might spontaneously combust from the flatulence due to excessive digressing from the novel's main theme. I was happy, she could explode those fake funbags at any moment! Thereby improving her ability at pushups and other athletic feats in bed.

Back to shaving

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. Slowly but eloquently he works his... Wait! Gus died, such a huge loss to NASA there will never be a second Lt. like him, but, I digress. Pam's breasts still make me cry, because I miss the warmth and great plastic surgery! But the aging process of the implants impart a celluloid rot stench reminiscent of elephant dung in July. But even elephants don't smell that revoltingly vile and fishy. Speaking of fishy, this plot line reminds me that the ocean stinks. Foul, unyielding mistress! Thy wiles entice the unwary stranger into sinful delights; thy capricious heavings do vex me to the core! I do believe that never before have I ever been so enthralled by such large drooping bags of rancid silicone. So many times I wish to die reading this novel, but i digress. Back to Pam's first straight shave. That Chandler custom cut my throat, a nick really would've been preferable although the line, ear to ear, went nicely with the scar across my jaw. Whenever i smile it winks at me! (Which, when you think of it, is a unique remembrance of my days as a Brazilian bikini waxer...but I digress). I got off the toilet and washed my hands. Pam was lying seductively on the motorcycle with her naked body sprawled grotesquely as if she thought she might spontaneously combust from the flatulence due to excessive digressing from the novel's main theme. I was happy, she could explode those fake funbags at any moment! Thereby improving her ability at pushups and other athletic feats in bed.

Back to shaving her back. It

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. Slowly but eloquently he works his... Wait! Gus died, such a huge loss to NASA there will never be a second Lt. like him, but, I digress. Pam's breasts still make me cry, because I miss the warmth and great plastic surgery! But the aging process of the implants impart a celluloid rot stench reminiscent of elephant dung in July. But even elephants don't smell that revoltingly vile and fishy. Speaking of fishy, this plot line reminds me that the ocean stinks. Foul, unyielding mistress! Thy wiles entice the unwary stranger into sinful delights; thy capricious heavings do vex me to the core! I do believe that never before have I ever been so enthralled by such large drooping bags of rancid silicone. So many times I wish to die reading this novel, but i digress. Back to Pam's first straight shave. That Chandler custom cut my throat, a nick really would've been preferable although the line, ear to ear, went nicely with the scar across my jaw. Whenever i smile it winks at me! (Which, when you think of it, is a unique remembrance of my days as a Brazilian bikini waxer...but I digress). I got off the toilet and washed my hands. Pam was lying seductively on the motorcycle with her naked body sprawled grotesquely as if she thought she might spontaneously combust from the flatulence due to excessive digressing from the novel's main theme. I was happy, she could explode those fake funbags at any moment! Thereby improving her ability at pushups and other athletic feats in bed.

Back to shaving her back. It was a feat

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. Slowly but eloquently he works his... Wait! Gus died, such a huge loss to NASA there will never be a second Lt. like him, but, I digress. Pam's breasts still make me cry, because I miss the warmth and great plastic surgery! But the aging process of the implants impart a celluloid rot stench reminiscent of elephant dung in July. But even elephants don't smell that revoltingly vile and fishy. Speaking of fishy, this plot line reminds me that the ocean stinks. Foul, unyielding mistress! Thy wiles entice the unwary stranger into sinful delights; thy capricious heavings do vex me to the core! I do believe that never before have I ever been so enthralled by such large drooping bags of rancid silicone. So many times I wish to die reading this novel, but i digress. Back to Pam's first straight shave. That Chandler custom cut my throat, a nick really would've been preferable although the line, ear to ear, went nicely with the scar across my jaw. Whenever i smile it winks at me! (Which, when you think of it, is a unique remembrance of my days as a Brazilian bikini waxer...but I digress). I got off the toilet and washed my hands. Pam was lying seductively on the motorcycle with her naked body sprawled grotesquely as if she thought she might spontaneously combust from the flatulence due to excessive digressing from the novel's main theme. I was happy, she could explode those fake funbags at any moment! Thereby improving her ability at pushups and other athletic feats in bed.

Back to shaving her back. It was a feat easily accomplished since