A New Game: The Lit General BB Running Story

[Laurel]

This will probably die as fast as all my other threads, but I'm giving it a go anyhow. Here are the rules: you may contribute 1 (one) and only 1 sentence per post. The sentence may be as short or as long as you like, but it must be a grammatically correct sentence - that is, it must have a subject and a verb. After you write your sentence, it may be a good idea to hit "preview" to make sure that someone else hasn't already added on the the story in front of you.

Here we go...

Once upon a time, in a neighborhood not so far from here, there lived a woman named Mary.

 

[April]

A car ran over her, killing her instantly.

 

[Laurel]

Most in the neighborhood thought it was a simple car accident, but Detective Robert Slade wasn't so sure...


(heh)

 

[koalabear]

Which brings up to her daughter Bertha.

 

[Problem Child]

Bertha, who had an ass like a sack full of half-ripe coconuts, but could rebuild a carburetor with the best of them.

 

[Laurel]

Detective Slade swung by Mary's house to ask a few questions, and was caught by the sight of Bertha's coconut ass in Levis bent over the engine of her 1964 Chevy Nova II convertible.

 

[alexandraaah]

The nosy detective shoved his face in the coconut ass, as is a standard greeting where he comes from.

Bertha didn't flinch.

 

[koalabear]

Hmmmm Detective Slade pondered, as He scratched his ass, I didn't know they made a Nova II in 1964.

 

[Problem Child]

Bob Slade was into mechanically talented women with asses like bags full of rough-husked tropical fruit and everyone in town knew it, as well as the fact that he liked to cruise through town with his papaya in his hand, checking it for ripeness as he drove.

 

[Hamletmaschine]

Suddenly, a truck careened around the corner, smacked right into Detective Slade's patrol car, pinning him inside the vehicle and squishing his legs flatter'n nickels.

 

[alexandraaah]

and he smoked menthol's...virginia slim light 100's.

 

[Rambling Rose]

His papaya landed on the sidewalk with a splat.

 

[Cum Hither]

Detective Bob Slade wasn't like most men.

 

[Rambling Rose]

No siree, this detective was a dead man.

 

[alexandraaah]

Dead on the inside; he longed for true love.

(it was only ever one sentence and one fragment, but fine.)

 

[Problem Child]

Jerry, the retarded mailman wondered how Detective slade was going to fuck Bertha in her coconut ass now that he was dead, but it hurt his brain so he dropped her mail in the gutter and went to get a slurpee.

 

[Rambling Rose]

He always got Blue Raspberry and it stained his tongue permanently.

 

[Laurel]

Dead on the inside.

He longed for true love.

That's TWO sentences, you cheater! (Don't make me spank you.)

 

[Rambling Rose]

Pot meet kettle.

 

[koalabear]

As well his boxers were permanently stained yellow.

 

[Laurel]

Retarded Jerry was walking alongside the road with his Slurpee and blue tongue when a tall, gorgeous redhead ran up to him in a panic.

 

[Rambling Rose]

"Quick, blow me...my panties are on fire!," she said.

 

[Laurel]

Jerry looked down and sure enough, her pants were aflame.

 

[tswyk]

Tho he was mildly retarded, Jerry knew just what to do....he dumped his slurpee all over her pink hotpants.

 

[Problem Child]

Jerry stopped and stared at the girl's flaming pussy, blissfully unaware that fire hurts and drooling blue slurpy on his mailman shirt.