Alphabetical Sentence Game

Quintuplets really save time, unless vexed with X-chromosome yearnings. Zounds! A belle can't desist! Every fornication gets her into jaded, kinky liaisons. Men never observe propriety--querulous retrogrades! Sex totally undoes valor: with X-rated yammering, zipping a bustier completely down, each fumbling guy has intimate junctions, knavishly lampooning matrimony. Nay! Our prudence quite rightly says: "Tut, utterly vacuous wantons! X-out your zeal! Aroint, buddy! Can't decency even foment gracious habits?" I'm just keen lest men never obtain proper queenly respect. So, toots, unless venerating--withdraw! X-off your Zenobia! Any boob can delve erotically for gratuitous, half-hearted intercourse (just kanoodling). Let's make, now, our partnership quite really something, though. Undress, Valentine, while X-mass yodeling zooms around bedroom courtesies during every fondle! Great, honey! I'll jostle kindly, lest my next onslaught perplexes quite.

"Rainstorms soften thine udders. Very welcoming Xantippa!"

"Yuck, Zeb! Are blondes capitalist dogs??"

Eventually fog got heavier in Juarez, kindling lightning, moving noiselessly or pattering quietly. Reluctant scientists tentatively uncovered vaults while X-raying yellow zombies. A brute caught Dr. Ellsworth, filling gore-happy insatiable jaws, killing leisurely. Monsters nibbled on pert quads rapaciously, sucking tendons (unlike vampires) with xerophilous, yearning zeal. A bloody cadaver, damned eternally, finally gobbled his intestines jauntily, kabob-like! May no other persons quench ravenously such terrible undead villains!

Well, Xena, your zesty affectations belie concealed deceit every family gathering. Heavens! Insincerely juxtaposing kinship love mollifies nothing! Oh please! Quiet! Real sincerity takes unselfishness. Verity would x-out your zippy acting. Belief could doubtless elevate feelings. Gee! Hasn't imitation just kept, like, many notions of personal quibbling repressed? So try unabashed verisimilitude when X-mass, young zealot, arrives. But consider doing everything fun: going home is joyous! Keeping lowly memories never overcomes pessimism. Quite! Really, sister, try unbridled veracity. Wonderful!

Wow, Pompey! Thumbs up!

Xerxes, you zealous autocrat! Brashly crossing Dardanelles; eventually finding Greece--here imbroglios jeopardized (killed) Lacedaemonians many. No other Persian quelled rebellion so! Thermopylae undone! Victory? Well, X-raying your zenith actually brings certain detrimental evaluations from glory. Heavens indeed! Jeez! Knifing lads makes no obeisance! Promoting quislings repulses so terribly! Useless vainglory! Whoa! Xenophobic? Yes! Zeus always beats capricious despots! Exit! Flee! Going home is justified, ken? Leave! Many navies obstruct proud, quarrelsome, rebellious Salamis, taking undaunted valor. Well Xerxes, you zigzag away! Better choo-choo, dear--eh? Forget grabbing Hellas! Indeed, just kill less men now or perish! Quickly return, sir! Tsk, unconscionable villain! Withdraw!

The PAM is the acknowledged King of Alphabetical Sentences! Encore!

Thanks, Pen. :)

Xavier yammers zealously: "Ah, boiled cabbage dishes establish fine gastronomic health! If jellied kabobs lessen mankind's nutritionally optimal parameters, quarantining recidivists soon teaches unquestioned values. Why Xena, Yvette, Zelda, another bite? Come, dieting eventually feels great. Ha! It's just kelp! Let's masticate no other proteins! Quality readily surpasses taste! Ultimately--virtual wholesale Xanadu!--yellow zucchini and bright carrots do easily favor glucose. Just keep laboring, my neophytes! Other plans quantify reduction slowly. Totally useless vacillation! Woe! X-out your zestful abdomens before certain death! Every fudge globule harbors infinite jinxed kills. Lethal, man! No objections, people! Quaffing restricted! Sugar, too! Ultimately vitality wins."

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Originally Posted by Pompey Bum

Xavier yammers zealously: "Ah, boiled cabbage dishes establish fine gastronomic health! If jellied kabobs lessen mankind's nutritionally optimal parameters, quarantining recidivists soon teaches unquestioned values. Why Xena, Yvette, Zelda, another bite? Come, dieting eventually feels great. Ha! It's just kelp! Let's masticate no other proteins! Quality readily surpasses taste! Ultimately--virtual wholesale Xanadu!--yellow zucchini and bright carrots do easily favor glucose. Just keep laboring, my neophytes! Other plans quantify reduction slowly. Totally useless vacillation! Woe! X-out your zestful abdomens before certain death! Every fudge globule harbors infinite jinxed kills. Lethal, man! No objections, people! Quaffing restricted! Sugar, too! Ultimately vitality wins."

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Pompey, radical story telling under valued wisdom x-tra youthful zeal! Absolutely beautiful. careful decision elevate fine hallmark inscribed, jibber-jabber! Keep letting more noble oration plentifully refine spoken tongues understandable!

Ahoy beauties! Could destiny ever find greater hardship? I just keep losing my nerve or purposely quashing romantic situations till unleashing venal, wanton, X-rated, youthful, zesty abandon beyond control: demanding each fine girl's hot, inflamed, juicy kisses! Let me not, O Proud Queen--regal, serene, totally undressed Venus--willfully X-Ray your zealous acolytes before cautiously discerning erotic favor! Gosh! Heck! I, jerk, klutz, loser man, never obtained prurience quite respectfully (so totally unacceptable!) Virtuous women, x-out your zoo-like associate's brazenly contemptible doings! Egads! Forgive graciously! Help! I just keep lapsing! My needs outweigh propriety! Quite revoltingly selfish! Tut! Unbelievably voluptuous wag!

A bitter cynic denounces everything for glory. His ideas--just kleptomania--lack maturity. No other philosophy quite reveals such teenage universalities, vicious, wonky, x-rated yahooism (zoinks!), and blatant cultural degradation. Every fools' gibberish has intrinsic justification, keeping lesser manias negated. Otherwise poor-quality reasoning subverts true understanding virtually worldwide. Xenophobic yammerings zestfully abound, but cynics destroy everything functional. Gad! Hubris is jettisoning keen, logically-minded notions or promoting quite rude sentiments. Take, um, venerable warlord Xerxes! Yes, zealous--ah, but cynics don't ever figure generously his infinitely just kingly love--most noble--of people. Questioning royalty--so trite!--undoes veracity well. Xerxes' ycleped zigzaggy attributes, beyond cynicism, deserve evenhanded, forgiving grace. Haven't I justifiably killed lice? Make no objections! Perhaps qualified royals slay, too, under various workups. Xerxes? Yes! Zounds! A benighted cynic doesn't even find goodness hiding in jocular kindness! Love mankind. Never oppose peace. Quickly resist sinful temptation's unsavory, vainglorious works. X-out your zaniness. Amen.

This one's my favorite, but no one has played it but me (and pen) for some time.

Breaking Candice's door earned Freddie hurtful insults.

I'm gonna sit this one out. :lurk5: