Run on story game.

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    May 12, 2010 5:51 AM GMT
    Game- I will start the story, and then the next person will add to the story.

    Example:
    I say: The dog
    You say: ran!


    RULES!
    You cannot say "the end"
    Be as crazy, ridiculous, creative, and innapropriate as you can be.

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    I have no idea what to write about, so this is coming up off the top of my head, and is inspired by the adds on my facebook. Here go's nothing.



    "Insert Title Here"



    The boy layed on his bed contemplating the poster which hung above him. "Megan Fox isn't really all that hot." he thought to himself, "Her dwarf thumb TOTALLY ruins it for me." Suddenly his phone began going off. The tiny piece of metal was screaming Lady GaGa's Bad Romance."God!" He thought, " If anyone found out this was my ringtone, they'd totally think I am a fag!" He opened his phone and..........
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    May 12, 2010 6:16 AM GMT
    ....he opened the phone. He had been informed that he had a text. However, it was from a number that he didn't recognize. He then read the text, and it said, "Panda's are only carnivorous sometimes!" .........
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    May 12, 2010 7:16 AM GMT
    ....rolling his eyes he thought to himself, "this number must belong to someone I had sex with last year and since deleted their number. Or maybe it was someone I felt sorry for because they were ugly but also very nice and funny so I gave them my number." The nature of his reply would depend on which of the two types this unidentified texter was.

    There was only one way to find out. This boy kept a record of every number he "deleted" from his phone on a microsoft excel spreadsheet on his computer, just in case someone would text him out of the blue and refuse to identify themselves. Blood pumped throughout his body as he thought of the possibility that he could text back, "bitch I don't want to have sex with you anymore it was a one-night stand!!!!" and start a text war simply because he was a drama starter and had high levels of cortisol. He opened up his microsoft excel spreadsheet with the phone numbers on it. He hit CTRL + F and a number came up. It actually belonged to.....
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    May 12, 2010 12:31 PM GMT
    ...the Mormon missionary who had stopped by the house last week, with his partner. Matthew had been working out when the doorbell rang, so he was drenched with sweat when he opened the door. The two missionaries asked if they could come in, and Matthew said...
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    May 12, 2010 1:36 PM GMT
    "Well, actually I'm killing time playing Nintendo Wii while waiting for the girl guides to come by so I can stock up on cookies but you can grab a controller and play with me and I'll shout you a box each when they come around".

    Though the bible doesn't specifically say that playing Nintendo was a sin, the Missionaries thought an object called a Wii wasn't quite kosher and they weren't even Jewish. However, to work around the carnal temptation and hopefully get Michael to a group meeting, they hired the first person that walked by to buffer their intentions and escape the wrath of the lord.

    They didn't expect the first person to cross their paths to be Tammy Faye Bakker.....
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    May 12, 2010 1:44 PM GMT
    Matthew gave the taller, blond missionary his number and told him to call or text next time he wanted to come over and talk about god...after all, talking with tammy faye was going to take them long time.

    so now matthew was faced with a dilemma...does he respond to the text from the tall, blond missionary or just let it go? there was something compelling about that guy...he wasn't exactly sure why, but he picked up the phone and...
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    May 12, 2010 9:42 PM GMT
    The boy "Matthew" came to a decision. He'd order pizza instead. He could already taste the cheesy goodness...mm.. Matthew then remebered that he wanted to tell the morman boy that he was no longer interested. He texted back with a polite, "Please don't text me again." He decided the mormons weren't worth his time. Matthew then decided that he'd forward the ridiculous text from the previous sender to his sister's boyfriend. "Josh will get a kick out this." he thought.
    Flamboyantly, he sent the text and thought nothing of it. He continued to play his video games. Tammy then asked him if she could use his restroom. "I need to fix my makeup, do you have a powder room?" "Down the hall and to the left." Matthew said emotionless....and again, the phone boomed the GaGa tone. He opened the phone and the phone said.........

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    May 12, 2010 9:59 PM GMT
    "Bitch please! You need to get off your ass!" a loud voice rang clearly from the other side.

    "Mom?" he said. "Is that you?"

    "You don't even recognize your own mothers voice?" So she hung up on him, and he dropped the now heavy phone to the floor. Soon, the pizza would come. And he could drown his sorrows in its cheesy folds...
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    May 12, 2010 10:02 PM GMT
    as Matthew sulked, a sight appeared in front of him. Tammy dressed in red mesh lingerie. She rubbed her inner thighs and said, "Are you ready to convert?" Then.....
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    May 13, 2010 3:34 AM GMT
    ...he realized that this whole time he had been sleeping. Matthew woke up flushed and sweaty. The air around him cooled his warm skin.....His pillow was drenched in sweat. He needed to go for a late night walk....
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    May 13, 2010 3:48 AM GMT
    ... to quench his intense physical arousal. It was time for work whether he liked it or not. Marble, his pimp, would be expecting him at any time. Quickly changing he threw on his slimmest shirt, and tight shorts. The men did not like waiting to see what he'd had, and he was more than happy to show off. For giggles, he put on a touch of blue eyeshadow in memory of his idol Tammy Faye Bakker. Upon opening the door to leave he...
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    May 13, 2010 3:53 AM GMT
    ...looked at his butt in the mirror. He couldn't help but admire the way the neon orange latex shorts hugged his apples. He loved it. Matthew giggled and strutted out the door. The world was his runway, and he was about to work it. Marble always waited at the corner of Elm and Crescent street. Being late WASN'T an option.....umm...then?...
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    May 13, 2010 4:01 AM GMT
    ... as he never liked the consequences. Marble's awful breath, like rotten cat food, never failed to turn him off, fast. A kiss for being late. He ran, and then turned the corner, out of breath. Sides heaving, he walked the last few steps where no one stood. He had made it just in time. A junky old chevy truck pulled up, and Marble got out, wearing...
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    May 13, 2010 4:11 AM GMT
    ..wearing normal clothing. His attire was not what shocked Matthew. Marble had a Panda on a leash. "Oh my gosh?! This is just like my dream!" thought Matthew. "Do you like my new panda?" said Marbles, " I named him Sir Cumdumpkin. His name was inspired by you." He snickered. Matthew was at a loss for words. For the first time in his life..... his shorts felt to tight...