Since the thread seems to have died, here is what the story looked like with some punctuation editing to make it readable.
The Three Word Game Story
There’s a guy with a huge wife. Her eyes are full of candy in a mall. They were jumping like a kid in a pet store full of jumping kids. Suddenly, the wife saw a big hockey player named greedy son of a guy who smelled like a block of rotten, and he went ballistic when he was locked out of his only home. He cried "What must I do for some delicious refried beans because I'm hungry!"
Then along came Gary and Bob, hand in hand, step by step, whistling in unison a tune called "So Happy Together." Gary screamed crazily and Oliwa said "Watch out, he's radioactive and crazy and I'm scared!" They then started to scrabble down four letter words for the new magazine article. He started with "Today, we must figure how to unlock the temple of ever-lasting love. Then we will forever love the hulk that crushed NHL fans’ lives forever. Forever is such great harmony and my pants are on fire because of bad sushi smeared on my enormous nether region and doused with African fire ants.
I went down on Rita McNeil with hedge shears to destroy her big black hairy cat who recently ate my pet hippopotamus named Alphonso. Alphonso was once a CP poster but turned into an OilFan poster. So he decided to jump off the bandwagon when Sundeep Malhi started spending money on Calgary Flames Attire. Car flags rule with my best memories of 2004. But my car had a flames flag but its been stolen when I was on 17th taking pictures of naked girls flashing their incredibly luscious D-sized Stanley Cups. So I finally got back to the temple of Whores and Liquor and proceeded to bang my head in and out of the sweaty sauna. Then I saw two very hairy butt cheeks named Bob and Trevor.
Suddenly the roof caved in on the big Ikea. I was covered in Swedish meatballs and irresistible bargains! Undaunted, I began to fall down a big well and landed on a mushroom. It tasted really gross, much like crap but hallucinations came so I climbed onto an undulating 350 pound lady but she kept trying to suck. I puked allover her floral moo-moo. She then began to scream like Ville Nieminen when they are interviewing Vinnie LeCavelier about the hit from behind that caused the Flames to blow a chance to win the famous Stanley Cup.
So I finally bought a hot bag of those extremely tasty, mini skirt, hiked up, chocolate covered donuts. The next day those hairy butt cheeks began to scab from all those nasty old women that I picked from the Cecil after I banged back six beers and smoked a nice Cuban cigar. This is lame so are you. This is getting very very old. Puck bunnies suck all of the….
To be continued?
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