The Three Word Story, Part II

to rust. the

 

outcome of this


(Roel, it depends upon what you are consenting to, and in which country )

 

terrible chemical reaction

(It seems me and Roella were consenting to eating popcorn whilst lying abed. I wil now officially decree that people need to be 34 years old to be considered adult enough to consent to this )

 

was to turn


(ah, but that decree will only come into effect when we rule the world, which by current forcasts will happen in 18 years time... )

 

metal to something

(Did I say 34? I meant 43! )

 

quite different. Haversacks


(now you're just being silly. )

 

and old socks


(Silly....on here???!!!! :lol: )

 

were also collected

(You started it! )

(Actually, Skua did. Where's Skua?)

 

along with little

 

thingamajigs, whackdoodles and

 

Oojamaflips, wossisnames and

 

the ultimately inevitable

(Silly? Where do I sign up??? )

 

invisible, incredible, inedible

 

indubitably indelible yet

 

irrefutably redolent of

 

massive gargantuan abominable

(sign up at [CENSORED DUE TO HIGH LEVEL OF SILLYNESS]/singup.com)

 

extra twinkly thingies

(Sorry I haven't had the time to read the rest of the 3wd story that has been written since I have been away. But it would appear that you are all in need of some Twinkle.. :lol: )

 

reflecting swamp gas

(Twinkly things... Ohh look at the pretty colours...)

 

in their multi-faceted

 

thongs, which evidently
(twinkly? TWINKLY?!?! Trust a girly where's the guns, where's the destruction, where's the evil dictators bent on world domination? Do they bother with twinkly?)