Utter Nonsense

While in the car on our trip home, David, Ashley, Mom, and I got bored and tired. It was due to these circumstances that we decided to create a random, confusing story similar to the one our friends (Bonds, Webers, Cortes, etc.) made up. By rotating in a circle, each person only adding one word a round, we came up with this story:

BEWARE: It is only for people who enjoy laughing at randomness

Once there stood thousands of puppies on huge mountains of rock. These little termites grappled angrily to find cheese. Alas, the Scottish mothers winced at the terrible smell. So, Crisco plantations suddenly sprang forward into humongo piles of marshmellow. Next, however, wolverines frolicked in the powerful, pink poutlinouches. In December 1843, all the raging meatloaf played songs of horrific joy. However, not fourteen but seventeen doilies and washaroos were primly kissing. “Oh, how fantastic,” they said. When sleighbells chuckle, their voices squeak. Tulips smell rotten to ungrateful men, except standing monochrome, laughing ducks teeth. Japanese monkeys still lambast trillions of toothbrushes until landlords destroy the heart during their autumn reign. Ashley knew her window couldn’t be helped. Limping, miniscule Olivia tried to compete with her neglected, robust toy pet snowman. Grass that withers shreds my evil twin, Celtic Karen. David tried donuts 200 times a month and discovered how gypsies snorkel across America. Freezing coals that shimmered frenetically under the moonlight started weeping tears of Saturn. Merrily caroling up magenta mounds of waterfalls mixed with yummy rodents, mosquitos, snakes, and lakeloons, toddlers and adults deceived clowns that tried flipping eggnog on their foreheads. Sadly, discovering the pinnacle of marmalade, they predominately witnessed the arrival of 77 babies. Teenagers shrewdly gasped in nitrogen as Pinoccio grabbed his nailgun while also running pleasantly. Petunia decided “Hello, Jasper” was frolicking together. Juxtaposed courtyards were very sanguine until suddenly his fruit buried in honey was kidnapped. Aggresively, John, Lily, and Brad Pitt hit the skit bit. Gorillas swearing prettily, undressed themselves of civilian lipstick. Unfortunately, they catapulted tarantulas through their hoops. Death grasped at life until it vanquished fervor and destroyed meaning readily forever. The total and wholehearted tragic, deceptive skipping beginning and end of the lavishly, exalted, ultimate crazy end.