Three Word Game, Anybody?

[zylphryx]

-crazed Grover who

[drunken_nomad]

left blue fur

[Kruelaid]

born of Keebler

[zylphryx]

Elves and Graham

[Kruelaid]

family heir Franky

[Tobus Neth]

the Foreskin, a

[Kruelaid]

truly gifted man.

[zylphryx]

"Ack! My Eyes!"

[Tobus Neth]

screamed a large

[Vattnisse]

, but highly sensitive,

[zylphryx]

lime jello mold

[Kruelaid]

whose optical nerves

[Tobus Neth]

had been severed

[Vattnisse]

through overuse of

[drunken_nomad]

WD-40 as nasal

[Kruelaid]

intercourse lubricant. Who

[drunken_nomad]

buys those magazines?

[Kruelaid]

Ummm, I do?

[drunken_nomad]

squeaked Franky Foreskin

[Tobus Neth]

as he prepared

[Vattnisse]

his sumo-wrestling getup

[Heathansson]

and purple suspenders

[Vattnisse]

(which matched his

[Heathansson]

eyes. When it

[drunken_nomad]

was lost in

[Tobus Neth]

space. DANGER! DANGER!

[Kruelaid]

Rill Wobinson! Eat

[drunken_nomad]

eez duh Martians!

[Vattnisse]

Squeaky-voiced Martians waved

[Aberzombie]

their elongated tentacles

[Tobus Neth]

in pure fear

[Kruelaid]

of cranky RPG

[Vattnisse]

-wielding pyromaniacs and

[drunken_nomad]

slapped another lawsuit

[Vattnisse]

on the already

[Heathansson]

litigiophobic alien beings

[Kruelaid]

who love group

[Valegrim]

hugs in oil

[Kruelaid]

which, though platonic,

[drunken_nomad]

could be misinterpreted

[Vattnisse]

by casual observers

[Tobus Neth]

as some form

[Vattnisse]

of weird square-dancing

[Heathansson]

mien. When the

[drunken_nomad]

priests of Kostchtchie

[Heathansson]

lost their chiclets

[Kruelaid]

during the pelvic

[Heathansson]

thrust part of

[Kruelaid]

their menstrual dance.

[Heathansson]

The chiclets became