Friday Word Game

One FOO, large fries and a milkshake

[limbo]

rules:
1. No brand names or member names.
2. No URLs.
3. Dont be crude! :P
4. If you post at the same time as someone else, and the sentence becomes weird then STOP, and then whoever posted second has to edit their post with a new word.
5. If you end a sentence then you have to start a new one.
6. You cant post twice in a row - you have to wait till someone else posts!
7. One word per turn only

Friday

[Timotheos]

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[grandpa]

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[SlowMove]

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[Macguru]

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