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by Ashmoria » Sat Mar 24, 2012 6:24 am
by Mindhar » Sat Mar 24, 2012 8:35 am
Rambhutan wrote:Geddes was a tall man, a tall man dressed in a tweed suit nearly as tall as he was.
by Astrolinium » Sat Mar 24, 2012 8:57 am
Norstal wrote:Astrolinium wrote:Alexander cha-chaed elegantly into the bar, proceeding thus to ascend upon the tender tender's moobs and receive a swift kick to the genital regions; this ritual he oft repeated, for Azabulzugagar with not even six years having passed had come to him and ordained it in exchange for the life of his darling Holka, whose hairy mole sent tingles down his abdomen every time he became cognizant of its proximity.
That's hilarious, so my vote goes for you.
Vote Astrolinium.
by Partybus » Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:51 am
by Partybus » Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:53 am
Ariddia wrote:The morning was bright, bright as the sun which caused it to be so, shining through the shifting shimmering clouds which drifted aimlessly like lost fluffy sheep untethered in a vast open sky, contrasting sharply with the darkness of the night which had just come to a natural close as it did every morning; but as Thomas Tumblemac slept in that morning, like every morning, until early afternoon, that is not where our story begins.
by Partybus » Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:56 am
Norstal wrote:Astrolinium wrote:Alexander cha-chaed elegantly into the bar, proceeding thus to ascend upon the tender tender's moobs and receive a swift kick to the genital regions; this ritual he oft repeated, for Azabulzugagar with not even six years having passed had come to him and ordained it in exchange for the life of his darling Holka, whose hairy mole sent tingles down his abdomen every time he became cognizant of its proximity.
That's hilarious, so my vote goes for you.
Vote Astrolinium.
by The Archregimancy » Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:57 am
Rambhutan wrote:"Blast" ejaculated Major Geddes under his breath, his words swept away by the wind blasting across the blasted moors of North Yorkshire. Geddes was a tall man, a tall man dressed in a tweed suit nearly as tall as he was. The ten years in which he had lead North Yorkshire County Council to world domination had left its mark on his face: deep lines incised the florid purple cheeks like the work of a drunken ploughboy in a field next to a whiskery forest.
Ashmoria wrote:It was a dark and stormy night. A night so dark that ninjas can walk about freely as if they were ladies going to the town picnic. A night of deluges so strong that kittens and baby birds are found the next morning washed into the gutters. A night so dangerous that Molly McGuin stayed wrapped in her chartreuse snuggy eating popcorn by the light of American Idol on her television imagining the sweet love of Clay Akins rather than facing the truth.
Aethyopea wrote:Since one definition of the word 'beyond' is(from dictionary.com)4. superior to; surpassing; above: wise beyond all others.
and this quote isn't above '50 to 60 words' and you didn't say what definition of 'beyond' I have to use, it's technically not against the rules.
Mindhar wrote:Since apparently we can do multiple entries
by Keronians » Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:58 am
by Yaltabaoth » Sat Mar 24, 2012 10:30 am
by Yaltabaoth » Sat Mar 24, 2012 10:46 am
by Aethyopea » Sat Mar 24, 2012 3:03 pm
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Trotskylvania wrote:Political analogies are like bullshit. It doesn't matter how pretty or elegant you try to make them, it's still a lump of bullshit at the end of the day.
by Ashmoria » Sat Mar 24, 2012 3:08 pm
The Archregimancy wrote:Rambhutan wrote:"Blast" ejaculated Major Geddes under his breath, his words swept away by the wind blasting across the blasted moors of North Yorkshire. Geddes was a tall man, a tall man dressed in a tweed suit nearly as tall as he was. The ten years in which he had lead North Yorkshire County Council to world domination had left its mark on his face: deep lines incised the florid purple cheeks like the work of a drunken ploughboy in a field next to a whiskery forest.Ashmoria wrote:It was a dark and stormy night. A night so dark that ninjas can walk about freely as if they were ladies going to the town picnic. A night of deluges so strong that kittens and baby birds are found the next morning washed into the gutters. A night so dangerous that Molly McGuin stayed wrapped in her chartreuse snuggy eating popcorn by the light of American Idol on her television imagining the sweet love of Clay Akins rather than facing the truth.
I'll politely point out that neither of the above entries - entertaining though they undoubtedly are - are eligible, as this is a competition to write an opening sentence, not an opening paragraph.
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by Astrolinium » Sat Mar 24, 2012 3:20 pm
by Norstal » Sat Mar 24, 2012 3:28 pm
Toronto Sun wrote:Best poster ever. ★★★★★
New York Times wrote:No one can beat him in debates. 5/5.
IGN wrote:Literally the best game I've ever played. 10/10
NSG Public wrote:What a fucking douchebag.
by Desperate Measures » Sat Mar 24, 2012 3:41 pm
by Ovisterra » Sat Mar 24, 2012 4:11 pm
by Tmutarakhan » Sat Mar 24, 2012 4:23 pm
by The Blaatschapen » Sat Mar 24, 2012 8:22 pm
by Wikkiwallana » Sat Mar 24, 2012 8:24 pm
Dumb Ideologies wrote:Halt!
Just because these people are stupid, wrong and highly dangerous does not mean you have the right to make them feel sad.
Avenio wrote:Just so you know, the use of the term 'sheep' 'sheeple' or any other herd animal-based terminology in conjunction with an exhortation to 'think outside the box' or stop going along with groupthink generally indicates that the speaker is actually more closed-minded on the subject than the people that he/she is addressing. At least, in my experience at least.
by Forsher » Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:21 pm
Wikkiwallana wrote:Are we allowed more than one entry?
by Yaltabaoth » Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:22 pm
by Conserative Morality » Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:27 pm
by Astrolinium » Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:34 pm
Conserative Morality wrote:I was sitting in a coffeeshop, sipping my frappichino which softly burned my lips with my scarf in the middle of July working on my screenplay (It's pretty deep, I don't think you'd understand) when I suddenly realized all the sheeple around me were too wrapped up in The Man to ever appreciate my genius.
by Yaltabaoth » Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:52 pm
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