My friend and I got bored so we played the Three-Word Story game, and this is what we came up with : (Last week's crappy story) Once upon a fish, there were no homosexuals living in Barney's house. But then there were little purple polka-dots in his algae-infested underwear called boxers. He decided to expose his queerness by letting out air from his sockdrawer. "I feel good," quoted he from one of those stupid advertisments from the highly corrupted television stations. Suddenly, a foul gust of classroom dust became lust for come inducing dreams. Barney then coughed, "Eat my cupcakes!" at the cloud of confused people. "What?" they said. Barney stood straight. "Eat my delicious cupcakes!" he shouted. The deaf people still couldn't hear him clearly. Surpressing the urge to mush them into currypuff, he humped the tray of idiots instead. They screamed and started to feel aroused. "Thank you, Mr. Barney! But I'm a kleptomaniac psychologist disguising as a woman!" Barney gasped in shock. "Never knew." The next day, they said, "I want to propose a solution to eliminate every single straight guy here!" Immediately a number of women came to undergo surgery and Barney felt sick as crap. "I need to ####," he burped aloud. So they began. Later, an astronaut fell through the hole in the bedroom roof where Barney kept his no longer straight hair. ----- (This week's crappy-er story - Hanae and Atsu are my friend and I throwing in random comments) I have stress, according to a lame incoherent survey that was improvised from a better original university one. That is true compared to all Barney-infested underwears ... [Hanae : What? Wasn't it something like algae-infested polka-dotted boxers? Atsu : Gah, who cares?] Sanzo was reading a stress-related survey in a newspaper called the 'Daily Poot'. [Hanae : WHAT? What's a poot? Atsu : Uh ... poop?] The article proved that he was indeed having distress (type 3). Sanzo slammed the box of doughnuts and squished some as Goku and Gojyo cried for doughnuts. Hakkai chuckled evilly while he suppressed a vein in his bulging stressed-out forehead. Gojyo danced around (Sanzo had to jeep-sit) in mock agony, dodging Sanzo's bullets. Goku belched as Hakkai dragged them into a doughnut store, still dodging clouds of fart. [Hanae : Sanzo? Atsu : Sanzo's fart? Hanae : Actually, CAN Sanzo fart?] Sanzo forced out his cigarette pack to stop the migranes and to distract his rear from developing constipation. [Atsu : Okaaay ... Hanae : Hey, 'ey. I'm not the one with the 'Daily Poot' and 'Barney-infested undies'.] Foul smell erupted as youkai crashed through the restroom (Sanzo longed to go) and shouted something like, "Smelly!" super-loud. Gojyo took a pineapple-sneaker and threw him at a youkai, accidentally hitting Hakkai's cup of expensive liquour toppling down on feet. Hakkai went berserk, swearing randomly, eyes blurring, his limiters threatening to pop. Goku poked him real hard so they did, eventually. [Hanae : Is it against the law to demonize and terrorize biseinens (pretty men)? Atsu : ... Hanae : You really have no love-interest, eh? Atsu : ...] All of a sudden, Goku's limiter shrunk to a painful ring as Sanzo amitabha-ed again. "Crap! Stop chanting! You sound like a monk!" cried the youkai. "I AM one!" Sanzo retorted evilly. "Nowonder ..." After a senseless beating, Sanzo realised that his pants hadn't been ironed. He screamed girlishly, remembering his master's last few words : "Don't forget to flush." [Atsu : I thought his last words were, "Be strong, Genjo Sanzo"? Hanae : ... I don't know! He said that while he was dying? Atsu : Uh, maybe he said that the day before he died. Or maybe after his last potty time ... Hanae : ... Ats- never mind ...] And so he went to flush the youkai down the toilet bowl. Some yellow bubbles proved that someone had ... diarrheoa? [Hanae : ... is it just me or are we studying too much science for the tests? Atsu : ALL PH34R T3H DIARRHEOA! Hanae : .......]