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Hello Family!

I thought it might be fun if we had a "game" thread. We all need a break from the stressors in our lives. So, let's have some fun! We deserve it!

We are writing a story together, three words at a time. The "rules" are:

 |---> Before you add your words, copy and paste the story as it appears in the thread above yours.

 |---> You may only add three words each time you post.

 |---> You may not post twice in a row.*

 |---> Have fun!

*The person whose three words "ends" the story may begin the next story with three words.

There are some creative people here, the clever usernames all over the boards are proof of that. So whaddya say, family? Ready to be taken away?

To get us started, I'll name a location and post the first three words. Since Calgon gave me the idea, the first story will take place in a large hardware store, in the bathtub section. When the story is finished, maybe we could think of a fun title for it. Here we go!

I was looking

Picked up from last game

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I was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So... .

I was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad... .

I was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion... .

I was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories.

I was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats,

I was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home

I was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began 

I was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed

I was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil.

I was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for

I was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic... .

I was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic... .I'm an alcoholic. 

I was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat.

I was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip

I was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats because... .

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I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats because, as a dog-lover... .

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats because, as a dog-lover looking for catharsis

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats because, as a dog-lover looking for catharsis she thought they

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats because, as a dog-lover looking for catharsis she thought they could catapult her

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because... .

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no

I  was looking... .quirky, imaginary friend ... .toiletless, with a Venus flytrap... .brightly glowed red... .unfurl wings... .the face of Nicolas Cage... .feeling very unnecessary... .the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion... .really quite bizarre... .

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was... .

I  was looking... .quirky, imaginary friend ... .toiletless, with a Venus flytrap... .brightly glowed red... .unfurl wings... .the face of Nicolas Cage... .feeling very unnecessary... .the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion... .really quite bizarre... .

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar

I  was looking... .quirky, imaginary friend ... .toiletless, with a Venus flytrap... .brightly glowed red... .unfurl wings... .the face of Nicolas Cage... .feeling very unnecessary... .the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion... .really quite bizarre... .

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar Movie. Which ends... .

I  was looking... .quirky, imaginary friend ... .toiletless, with a Venus flytrap... .brightly glowed red... .unfurl wings... .the face of Nicolas Cage... .feeling very unnecessary... .the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion... .really quite bizarre... .

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar Movie. Which ends with the question... .

I  was looking... .quirky, imaginary friend ... .toiletless, with a Venus flytrap... .brightly glowed red... .unfurl wings... .the face of Nicolas Cage... .feeling very unnecessary... .the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion... .really quite bizarre... .

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar Movie. Which ends with the question "To be or... .

I  was looking... .quirky, imaginary friend ... .toiletless, with a Venus flytrap... .brightly glowed red... .unfurl wings... .the face of Nicolas Cage... .feeling very unnecessary... .the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion... .really quite bizarre... .

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to... .

I  was looking... .quirky, imaginary friend ... .toiletless, with a Venus flytrap... .brightly glowed red... .unfurl wings... .the face of Nicolas Cage... .feeling very unnecessary... .the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion... .really quite bizarre... .

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills where... .

I  was looking... .quirky, imaginary friend ... .toiletless, with a Venus flytrap... .brightly glowed red... .unfurl wings... .the face of Nicolas Cage... .feeling very unnecessary... .the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion... .really quite bizarre... .

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills ... .

I  was looking... .quirky, imaginary friend ... .toiletless, with a Venus flytrap... .brightly glowed red... .unfurl wings... .the face of Nicolas Cage... .feeling very unnecessary... .the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion... .really quite bizarre... .

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills ... .I've got Catskills

"I've got Catskills"   freespirit

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends.... .

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by... .

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by the fascinating Catopedia

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by the fascinating Catopedia, a Broadway musical....

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by the fascinating Catopedia, a Broadway musical starring the fabulous...

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by the fascinating Catopedia, a Broadway musical starring the fabulous Catania the Great...

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by the fascinating Catopedia, a Broadway musical starring the fabulous Catania the Great most famous for...

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by the fascinating Catopedia, a Broadway musical starring the fabulous Catania the Great. Most famous for cultivating bumfuzzle during...

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by the fascinating Catopedia, a Broadway musical starring the fabulous Catania the Great. Most famous for cultivating bumfuzzle during the beagle's breakfast...

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by the fascinating Catopedia, a Broadway musical starring the fabulous Catania the Great. Most famous for cultivating bumfuzzle during the beagle's breakfast which resulted in...

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by the fascinating Catopedia, a Broadway musical starring the fabulous Catania the Great. Most famous for cultivating bumfuzzle during the beagle's breakfast which resulted in The Spanish Inquisition.

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by the fascinating Catopedia, a Broadway musical starring the fabulous Catania the Great. Most famous for cultivating bumfuzzle during the beagle's breakfast which resulted in The Spanish Inquisition no one expected.

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by the fascinating Catopedia, a Broadway musical starring the fabulous Catania the Great. Most famous for cultivating bumfuzzle during the beagle's breakfast which resulted in The Spanish Inquisition, that no one expected. Which involves donkeys...

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by the fascinating Catopedia, a Broadway musical starring the fabulous Catania the Great. Most famous for cultivating bumfuzzle during the beagle's breakfast which resulted in The Spanish Inquisition, that no one expected. Which involves donkeys, cheese fondue and...

 
 
 

I  was looking for a certain employee...

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch...

I was feeling very unnecessary...

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly...

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by the fascinating Catopedia, a Broadway musical starring the fabulous Catania the Great. Most famous for cultivating bumfuzzle during the beagle's breakfast which resulted in The Spanish Inquisition, that no one expected. Which involves donkeys, cheese fondue and one toddler.  None

(Just have to say we are some strange and weird authors here on the BPD site   )

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by the fascinating Catopedia, a Broadway musical starring the fabulous Catania the Great. Most famous for cultivating bumfuzzle during the beagle's breakfast which resulted in The Spanish Inquisition, that no one expected. Which involves donkeys, cheese fondue and one toddler. None of which could...

(Just have to say we are some strange and weird authors here on the BPD site  Doing the right thing (click to insert in post) Laugh out loud (click to insert in post)

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by the fascinating Catopedia, a Broadway musical starring the fabulous Catania the Great. Most famous for cultivating bumfuzzle during the beagle's breakfast which resulted in The Spanish Inquisition, that no one expected. Which involves donkeys, cheese fondue and one toddler. None of which could arm-wrestle a Panda...

Unless the bamboo was laced.