Maybe we play a game, eh?

[MrRegular]

So here's how it goes, I'ma gonna' slap down a paragraph then you keep it going. No rules, just don't make it really long. Maybe in some time we'll have a story that everyone wrote.


Chinesse Carlo was a rabid old fool. He'd take to the bars and perch on the stools. 'Labradore retrievers' he'd say from nowhere, 'are abask in hump-heavers', and everyone'd stare.
He'd fall to the floor and retch and pant. Women would come to lend him a hand. Of course, he would grab one, by the back of the head. And hump them and bite them until they had fled.

[MANICHAEAN]

For Chinesse Carlo the future was bright,
He'd up stakes and wander & carouse & fight.

The women flocked in to wonder & stare,
The bites did not thwart them.
Humping? Who cares!

[MrRegular]

"Come ladies, Come fellows
Once more!" he did bellow
"Like a flan is my belly,
my belly's like jell-o."
Then like a chello ill-tuned
was his fundament's exclamation
which did forfeit the swoon
of the ladies in observation.

[Cunninglinguist]

And then there was Sam, an arrogant young man
Whom, when younger, no one afforded any care
and thus felt himself dignity bare
'less he prove his value with a pen
and impress the minds of other men.
A book on Meta-Theologio-Cosmology he made!
Which culminated his pretentious masquerade
and consequently has hitherto never got laid.

For sam the future was dim.
At present lingering questions bothered him.
Was Chinesse Carlo better off than he?
A man of whim! but also of glee?
He wondered if his scholarly pursuits were in vain
but such a proof may cause too much pain!
and such pain he could not sustain...

[8zero2]

So many thoughts filled the mind of Dave,
Gregory his irresponsible friend getting crunk at a rave...
would his friend be drunk,
intoxicated beyond belief?
Went he arrived his friend was blasted
With a couple of bimbos and a bottle of grief.

[cranberry]

then came sami who's a genuis of oragami ...
taught by that chinese man...
all ladies sat in that bar
waiting to be signed by thier Fan...
but sami didn't care
with his unbrushed hair ...
but strong around men he wouldn't dare...gave a glare
to some who dares to touch his oily hair...
but would be ended up kicked and down stair.