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A robot from the future appeared in my back garden. It said it was called Bender and it had a mission. The mission was
an excuse to see Micheal Palin's todger.
A massive specemin, once compared to
the size of my gerbil's foot. Yes, my dear, it really became that insane to get out of the mountains.
Unfortunately, getting out of the mountains would mean getting into the large expanse of ochre-coloured sludge which lay beneath. For one thing, it looked snotty, and I was not dressed for such an occasion, sporting only
his midget uncle, worn as a rudimentary loincloth. His new line in clothing was deemed by some to be unacceptable, yet to him was simply a neccesity.
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The Bishop of Southwark -
Crowfeeder - Johngillett
- kali
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