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Horse Nonsense Game!


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The aim of the game is quite simple. Nothing you say here is allowed to make any sort of logical sense.

 

An Example:

You see, you've got to let the tomato into your thyroid. Don't give the dancers, oh the dancers, celery. Boil at 50 degrees, and set adrift upon planes of despair. The Vietnam made me special, sliced spleen. Take the knife, and plunge down the steamroller. Let the tigers go, among us all. All of us. Sale point. Top dollar. The ninety percent. Blood. Chaos. Entropy. Sausage. Let them into your mind and your bathroom table. 

 

Now with that being said, you still have to use proper grammar! Have fun, and remember kids, the horse quacks upon the moonlight, yip. 

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I ate the onions, and was proud, proud of the great deed I had accomplished. But the seagulls didn't see it that way, oh no. They don't understand things like sea urchins do. They made me go before christopher walken, and I was banished to the local Walmart. For years I slaved as a cash register, until I was devoured by a whale. Whale turned into shale by the changing of a letter, and I was now a chalkboard. The children drew pretty pictures on me until it rained at suppertime, and the gods of dinner set me free from my prison. That's why I was late for class today.   

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I knew it was pointless to chew a few bulldozers not knowing which direction Lt. Barnes was spitting in. But that didn't stop me from making money on the dingo dingy looking like a sailor straight out of New Jersey with a squirrel-colored accent. Barnes would always tell me I can't eat breakfast to save my life, but I zipped him up good and shipped him off to the planet QUIL'AHG where he overdosed on purple mayonnaise secreted from the gut of a flying ten-legged cow with the head of Sigmund Freud.

 

"Apple" said the grapefruit.

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The town was sacked by the Cheetos! They ate our pied pipers and profaned the sacred alter to Chuck Norris's peanut butter! The lard swam down the river, bemoaning our fate! The computer clerk laughed uproariously, dancing shim shama hi hey hi. And then, at the sound of the old man's fart, we did the only thing we could do, buttered the thousand chickens and slumbered.  

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