Story time!

A classic forum game. Lets make a story one sentence at a time. Slap me if someone already made this topic. You are limited to 1 sentence per post. Simple.

I'll start.

On a sunny day, a little boy by the name of Noah was skipping through a thick forest whistling a gay tune. (gay as in happy, Tim)

Then a man, with a beige overcoat and greasy smile came up with his pants undone and his hair in a mess - a van was parked not to far from the spot where Noah was frolicking as gaily as possible and the man, obviously overweight, came up and said this, "I'LL RIDDLE YOU THIS LITTLE BOY, FROLICKING EVER SO GAILY; HOW MUCH WOOD COULD A LITTLE BOY SUCK IF A LITTLE BOY COULD SUCK WOOD?" in a manner oh so loudly.

Then, He pulled out a big ass minigun and shot pigs and the man until they turned into bacon, Noah then ate the bacon.

Then a nigger came and stole Noah's bike.

The bacon of course, sticking out from the man's pants was thouroughly being gobbled by Noah- however the man began to run away after he was satisfied because it was beginning to become unpleasant for the man.

Noah, noticing what the bacon was, then ran away, firing his minigun at the man.

((It should be like 3 words not a sentence...))

The minigun was, in fact, a penis.

Noah then figured, why the hell not and started the YMCA song and a bunch of guys showed up out of nowhere and joined in starting the dance.

As everyone sang louder and louder Noah exploded into fleshy biys as the story fixed its focus on a red neck boy, Travis on the ranch.

A few hours later, Matt was at a gaybar, with his asian friends, going to town.

He at least had friends, though he was there to pick up Noah as the poor boy had been raped at the gay bar- Isaac of course was paying Matt to do this, "Now lets get back to Travis."

Travis, was at his moms house, doing his mom.

(I feel like banning you from posting on this thread because you have just murdered it Noah.)

Duke was actually taking it up the ass from his favorite black man.

Since this has become a trolling station I'll reset the story and the rules.

1. No usage of people we know in the story.

2. Four words per post limit.

There once was a-

((Then what, Kay, i'll get serious.))

slob, who was fat,

he loved to eat-

'cause he was fat

but one day he-

Got Diabetes, so he

went on a diet-

and fucked your mom:)

your mom then yelled

"You still too fat!"

and punched you in

the tip of the