YOU tell the story.....

[pickenup]

This hasn’t been done in a while.
Just add your part(s) to the continuing story.
Have fun.

By choice, alone, the location of his run down shack, far from any civilization. The sudden pounding on the door breaking the silence of his retreat, Greg instinctively grabbed his 45 as he hurried to investigate. Slowly opening the door........

[SouthernMoss]

..... he saw a boy, no older than twelve or thirteen, with a look of sheer panic on his face. "Please, mister, my Pa needs help!" Greg didn't like getting involved, it's the reason he lived so far from civilization, but he couldn't say "no" to the pleading look on the young fella's face. "I just know I'm gonna regret this," he grumbled to himself as he walked over to the gun rack...

[danurve]

and pocketed some extra ammo. Greg asks, "Whats your name son?" The boy replies ..

[xxxxxxl]

"Marty, Sir" to which Greg replies "Do you have a last name son?" and Marty replies....

[Deputy Dawg]

Yes sir Vanripplestein.

[glocknut]

...Just then, greg lets loose a monsterous fart the likes of which the county had never heard... to which the little boy said...

[Glockgod]

Was that a fire truck that went by? Smells like diesel fumes and sounded like a big horn!

[glocknut]

hehehe... do i know how to kill a thread or what ?!! :D

mike
gn

[Glockgod]

Greg says" Thats why I went back for more ammo " And the little boy asks"....................................................................................

[glocknut]

....and the little boy ask's, why would you need more ammo sir....with all that gass, you could just blow up the bad guys !!!! And to that Greg says.....

[Glockgod]

"You said you're pa is in trouble, whathappened?' And Marty replied.........................................................................

[glocknut]

...and marty replied...yeah, he's constipated !!! The big bad Government Man came along and offered him a big block of cheese after we lost our home in new orleans !!! He ate all that cheese in one setting, and went to sit down on the pot and......

[gunfreakboy]

Then he told greg that his voice had changed but his breath smelled the same.

[Huck Finn]

It was then, that the old man first saw the buzzrds circling. A second later, his senses came alive! There was no doubt in his mind. That smell was one he will never forget...Purple Kool-Aid.
Huck

[lead]

It was the smell of the purple kool-aid that they served him in the first Gulf war, just before that incident with the camel and his sargent. "Wait", he said. "Did you say your last name was VanRipplestein?!" "That was my sargent's name." "Does your father still have the use of both his eyes, or any of his toes?"

[glocknut]

And the little boy said... sure he does !!! How would humping a cammel affect his eyes or his toes sir ??? And greg replied.....

[Huck Finn]

And greg replied.....

Well son, them one hump camels aint so bad, but those two hump camels fight harder than the hounds of hell...Yer old man's lucky he aint a ridin' side saddle.
The boy got powerful mad and told the old loner....

[ducky]

"That's my purse and I don't know you!"
Greg cried for hours before deciding it was better to eat. He slammed the door and off he went to the kitchen to make a fried balogna sandwich. "Bout dang time I got me some balogna" he thought to himself. His wife of 84 years refused to buy him balogna or even let him buy it himself. "The smell is horrible" she always said. After 84 long, hungry years, Greg finally ditched her and bought himself a small 4 pack of thick cut Oscar Meyer.

Back and forth and back and forth the balogna flipped, sizzling on the pan. "Mmmmm.. smells like Heaven" Greg thought to himself with a smile. After fixing up his 2 sandwiches, each with 2 thick cut slices of the Oscar Mayer, yet still thin sandwiches as far as fried balogna sandwiches go, he retreated to the computer to check for new threads on TFF.

"What do we have here?" Greg says to himself while reading through General Discussion. "Oh neat! 'YOU tell the story.....' Let's see how far along this one got!". Greg munched on fried balogna sandwich and read on...

[Deputy Dawg]

Then he thought to himself ,let form a posse and go after gockNUT for tring to ruin this thread. I have to find Deputy Dawg.WE must get the Horses and a long piece of very strong rope,round up all of the 1911 Men and lets ride. We got to get him before he gets away for good. Then Deputy Dawg grabed his trusty glock so that they would not be out gunned. He knew GlockNut would be waiting for them.Deputy Dawg was kind of sad to have to do this because at one time GlockNut was one of them.But he knew it had to be done and soon....................................:(:(:(:(

[glocknut]

....but when the posse got to arkansas, they found ol Glocknut in the whorehouse..... :D

mike
gn

[Huck Finn]

This is the same whorehouse where "Six Gun Mike" first contracted a dose of "Glock Nut" from Razorback Rhonda, a rough looking girl, even for this part of the country. It's incurable and some say, that's what made him go crazy. But mind you, a crazy man... is a dangerous man.

[Glockgod]

Meanwhile back at the outhouse where Pa is screaming the cry of the constipated ape "UUUUUNNNNNGGGGHHHHHHH,where the heck did that boy of mine go? I sent him to the drugstore days ago to get me some Ex-Lax! Government Relief my A** UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!" Suddendly Pa hears a rustle in the leaves outside the outhouse door........

[buffalo jump]

But after farting again Marty found out that he had dropped a load and he couldn't walk for fear of chaffing and leaving a tell tell trail. :o :o

[glocknut]

hehehe.... I just love being a bad influence on people.... :D :cool:

mike
gn

[Marlin]

Most of US don't live for pharting and porno......

[Deputy Dawg]

hehehe.... I just love being a bad influence on people.... :D :cool:

mike
gn
YUOR ARE DISPICKABLE AS DAFFY DUCK WOULD SAY.::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::(:(:(:(

[Deputy Dawg]

and finally the Posse led by Deputy Dawg and Marlin caught up with GlockNut, and they had with them a 6 inch cork and a 5 pound sledge hammer and a 8 foot piece of rope, no one at Tff ever heard from glockNut again, and only Marlin and Deputy Dawg know what happen to him and they are not talking. Then the air cleared up and everone could breath again And then everone lived happily ever after............:):):):):):):):):):):):):):)

[Glockgod]

Meanwhile poor ol' Pa is about to blow a gasket and to add to his problems theres SOMETHING outside!

[Deputy Dawg]

and all he can hear is Growling ,and it sounds like a pack of hungry wolves.They are clawing at the door. Then he streaches out his arm so that he can grab the lock to lock the door before he becomes lunch, and then all of the sudden....................................................................................

[Glockgod]

the door slowly creaks open, a small black and white face with beady little eyes peeks around the door.....................................