I compiled the first dozen or so pages of the "Three Word Story Thread" today. Here is the story so far:
Today, they were not using capslock, so their keyboard broke. The end.
Last night, I ate some chips. True it was not! So, it was indeed over. But then realized Mandolin Crystol sold,
which brought the computer, and then along came topre and it died.
So then they cried. And that's why he said, "Yolo swag son." So he went and drank water. This is why he
wasn't thirsty.
His comptuer is an awful Mac. That is why we don't use Macs. That's four words.
Oops, I failed miserably. However, I don't really care about apostrophies anyway. They don't matter.
So we use Microsoft Windows to spam the forum. I hate some people named thimplum. But I like dem bro caps.
But version 1 sold out fast. That is why I bought all of the caps and smashed them. They deserve it.
We lock caps nimbly yet effortlessly. So we can't have nice things to say when Microsoft Windows posts his
wonderful wisdom and elightens us with glorious knowledge. And my axe is up inside a refridgerator box that
has some grape-flavored kool aid which was drunk by a cat.
Everyone gets mad when we are named thimplum. Cats use Windows computers that crash often with Macs
because they are amazing pieces of crap. NOT! Linux is better than MacOSX in zero ways. Apple fanboys are
terrible with computers, which is why we use Windows or maybe Linux. But not Macs.
"I agree too that George Bush is very attractive", said nobody ever. Except that one cracked out ho.
Today there was a massive thunderstorm, right next to a smaller thunderstorm, which thunders made by low-paid
workers. "Demik ruined it," he said disgustedly, while picking his nose. Back to keyboards...
Death by keycaps is an amazing thing. Unless they're ABS. I ponder tirelessly at the idea of them hands on the
keyboard contorting so viciously in pain. Like on MY switches where pain's nonexistent.
Moose brings booze, drinks and snoozes.
Bees stung my pet ornithorhynchus anatinus which has given me an awful stem cell sandwich with double
cheese and bacon bits and a pickle. All while I peed my pants again and again, loudly yelling "This is Sparta!"
Topre please stfu.
Golden korean keyboard is very golden with golden springs worth millions of click clack skulls, only when
she didn't use caps on her favorite vintage paisly pantsuit. It was very expensive when her cat spoke wise
words while eating cat food. And then my naked girlfriend suddenly ate fried chicken, while wearing only
candy wrapper paper. She started dancing furiously to Denis' favorite cartoon network show.
"My little brony is really awesome," said no one ever in this lie. My little pony sucks like furry get togethers
in a refrigerator. Yesterday I had a big fat girlfriend who liked whip cream on her latte from the dumpster at
microsoft windows' house without windows in a world with walls and no doors in the basement. I am afraid
there is nothing to do here.
Come ye all, big and small, man or moose, and use MY. Obama is live and just sharted all over Syria. He wants
to touch himself on his little white CRT computer monitor, while holding his Power Macintosh G3 that he prefers
to smash. This is the end of Bro Caps.
We use Windows, not OSX. The plot thickens just lick this smart person who doesn't even care about iMacs
because they have apples in their trashcans. They are running Windows 95 on their favorite.
In their pants pocket, they found a strange cow made out of garbage topre caps. Thimplum is an amazing
person. You are much better thana dumpster where thimplum resides, doing real work after he did nothing
useful ever. Personal attacks are a blasphemy among decent forum members. Doesn't include trolls like Bro Caps.
I love Lamp and loud noises that sound like farting cup rubber pressed against an overweight sharpei's butt
cheek with a topper. Cocaine's a hell of a drug. While doing burundanga in the old big rusty Cadillac of Bill
Clinton, there you go. And that's how you make uber orgasm with a little help from a Russian giraffe.
Row row row your Windows PC in the trash is a crime you won't regret. However, throwing click clacks instead
of stones to esoomenona only results in lots of fun and getting hurt.
