So far, our saga begins thusly....
CC: Three Word Story
There once was a young lady with a funny hat on her list of things, removed the hat, burped and laughed out loud. Then, God is good in every way, every single day, except one day He was great. He’s even greater! God gave his magical lightsaber to the lunchlady and the lady used the force of her will to make sandwiches for the crew to eat while they worked out their differences, which were many.
But sooner than expected, the crew started goofing off and putting pinwheels on their heads and flew to the zenith of folly, and fell asleep in their fatigue. The lady gave them several more sandwiches before the flood of reporters came to investigate the commotion. The lady calmed the frenzied crowd, offering petit fours which was eaten. The lady’s name was renown (sic) for great cooking but her hospitality could not compare to her good cooking.
Whenever guests arrived, they often had to create a paper machete (sic) animal that looked quite descriptive. The guest would then receive a spritz of pink Turkish Delight packaged to go. One guest exclaimed, “Hey! What is in this drink because it tastes more like a jar of grease, I love it!”
Grease eaters always wear speedos, and round and round like people who, up and down, drive fast cars. Suddenly, there was a large bowl of cole slaw but no fork, so I decided to get one bent fork with kung fu grip tine to split, cheap plastic fork, used tongs instead.
Three Word Story (sic) They worked until riots broke out. Food police arrived, confiscating junk food for the winter. Everyone was relieved to see that laughter really heals everything but hunger. Quickly the mirth turned into tears of joy when…
CC: Three Word Story
There once was a young lady with a funny hat on her list of things, removed the hat, burped and laughed out loud. Then, God is good in every way, every single day, except one day He was great. He’s even greater! God gave his magical lightsaber to the lunchlady and the lady used the force of her will to make sandwiches for the crew to eat while they worked out their differences, which were many.
But sooner than expected, the crew started goofing off and putting pinwheels on their heads and flew to the zenith of folly, and fell asleep in their fatigue. The lady gave them several more sandwiches before the flood of reporters came to investigate the commotion. The lady calmed the frenzied crowd, offering petit fours which was eaten. The lady’s name was renown (sic) for great cooking but her hospitality could not compare to her good cooking.
Whenever guests arrived, they often had to create a paper machete (sic) animal that looked quite descriptive. The guest would then receive a spritz of pink Turkish Delight packaged to go. One guest exclaimed, “Hey! What is in this drink because it tastes more like a jar of grease, I love it!”
Grease eaters always wear speedos, and round and round like people who, up and down, drive fast cars. Suddenly, there was a large bowl of cole slaw but no fork, so I decided to get one bent fork with kung fu grip tine to split, cheap plastic fork, used tongs instead.
Three Word Story (sic) They worked until riots broke out. Food police arrived, confiscating junk food for the winter. Everyone was relieved to see that laughter really heals everything but hunger. Quickly the mirth turned into tears of joy when…
