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doing in that field in the first place chasing after cows at your age, did you think that

you could tip one of those animals that weigh a thousand pounds like you'd flip a pancake that you were fixing
 
you could tip one of those animals that weigh a thousand pounds like you'd flip a pancake that you were fixing
for breakfast? well first of all you'd need one hell of a big pan and then you'd have to persuade it to lie down in it, maybe a hypnosis course might
 
you could tip one of those animals that weigh a thousand pounds like you'd flip a pancake that you were fixing
for breakfast? well for a start you'd need one hell of a big pan and then you'd need to persuade the cow to
 
you could tip one of those animals that weigh a thousand pounds like you'd flip a pancake that you were fixing

and expect to accept the tipping as chance to get a bellyrub from their favourite person in the whole, wide world
 
Can't we just cheat?

I sat down one day thinking to myself, how far can I count, and so I started at one, than hit two, three, four, five, six, seven, and realised I was on a role, eight, nine, ten....


.... nine hundred and ninety nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine followed by one million on the dot just breezing past so I keep going on to one million and one...


... and thats when I hit a googol and decided to stop.


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I am NOT filling in the gaps.
 
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Can't we just cheat?

I sat down one day thinking to myself, how far can I count, and so I started at one, than hit two, three, four, five, six, seven, and realised I was on a role, eight, nine, ten....


.... nine hundred and ninety nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine followed by one million on the dot just breezing past so I keep going on to one million and one...


... and thats when I hit a googol and decided to stop


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I am NOT filling in the gaps.
and realised it was not a cow at all, that I had been counting sheep to try to get to sleep and somehow my dream had metamorphosed into
 
and realised it was not a cow at all, that I had been counting sheep to try to get to sleep and somehow my dream had metamorphosed into



a vacuous recitation of aleph sets to the nth order; and that was when I awoke, finding myself
 
and realised it was not a cow at all, that I had been counting sheep to try to get to sleep and somehow my dream had metamorphosed into



a vacuous recitation of aleph sets to the nth order; and that was when I awoke, finding myself

pondering about multi-dimensional space and the singularity, trying to extrapolate
 
in eleven dimensions towards a parallel universe that



inexplicably seemed to intersect with all other universes except
 
in eleven dimensions towards a parallel universe that



inexplicably seemed to intersect with all other universes except

that funny looking one over there, no not that one, that one, the purple one with the
 
a phaser gun that can be set to 'stun mode', suddenly realising where Star Trek got their technology from along with



their really hot communications officer whose name, Uhuru, or 'Freedom', often dreamed of
 
a phaser gun that can be set to 'stun mode', suddenly realising where Star Trek got their technology from along with



their really hot communications officer whose name, Uhuru, or 'Freedom', often dreamed of
doing a warp factor nine with her, but wait! doesn't that destroy the fabric of space? this herd of pre-microwaved metal cows that are the energy of the warp engines must
 
doing a warp factor nine with her, but wait! doesn't that destroy the fabric of space? this herd of pre-microwaved metal cows that are the energy of the warp engines must



also yield a bountiful supply of low-cholesterol irradiated milk, requiring that their udders be
 
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