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limbo

8:21 am on May 26, 2006 (gmt 0)

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  • No brand names or member names.
  • No URLs.
  • Don't be crude!
  • 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.
  • If you end a sentence then you have to start a new one.
  • You can't post twice in a row - you have to wait till someone else posts!
  • One word per turn only.

  • This week I have been mostly travelling foo time ;)


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    grandpa

    8:14 pm on May 26, 2006 (gmt 0)

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    The clock unwound slowly revealing layers of slippery flux-capacitors. Underpants were chiming along unaware of wormholes forming dino saws, cutting away layers from weasels.
    "Aaaaarrrggggh!", squeaked inter-dimensional cowboys trying on crystal underpants that were hanging alongside inverted alien boots laced with superstring vests.
    "PHWOOOAR!" she's intelligent, quick-witted except when Encyclo reveals exactly what underpants are.
    Why won't watermelons Klingon to Kirk's second string? Spock spoke eternally about underpants whilst unravelling silver eons.

    Blips bleep before expecting temporal lapses, lining winding roads, littered metaphorically with useless sight.

    Yesterday, before I installed myself into consciousness without uninstalling 2000 windows black-holes

    LifeinAsia

    8:16 pm on May 26, 2006 (gmt 0)

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    The clock unwound slowly revealing layers of slippery flux-capacitors. Underpants were chiming along unaware of wormholes forming dino saws, cutting away layers from weasels.
    "Aaaaarrrggggh!", squeaked inter-dimensional cowboys trying on crystal underpants that were hanging alongside inverted alien boots laced with superstring vests.

    "PHWOOOAR!" she's intelligent, quick-witted except when Encyclo reveals exactly what underpants are.

    Why won't watermelons Klingon to Kirk's second string? Spock spoke eternally about underpants whilst unravelling silver eons.

    Blips bleep before expecting temporal lapses, lining winding roads, littered metaphorically with useless sight.

    Yesterday, before I installed myself into consciousness without uninstalling 2000 windows black-holes migrations

    grandpa

    9:04 pm on May 26, 2006 (gmt 0)

    WebmasterWorld Senior Member 10+ Year Member Top Contributors Of The Month



    The clock unwound slowly revealing layers of slippery flux-capacitors. Underpants were chiming along unaware of wormholes forming dino saws, cutting away layers from weasels.
    "Aaaaarrrggggh!", squeaked inter-dimensional cowboys trying on crystal underpants that were hanging alongside inverted alien boots laced with superstring vests.

    "PHWOOOAR!" she's intelligent, quick-witted except when Encyclo reveals exactly what underpants are.

    Why won't watermelons Klingon to Kirk's second string? Spock spoke eternally about underpants whilst unravelling silver eons.

    Blips bleep before expecting temporal lapses, lining winding roads, littered metaphorically with useless sight.

    Yesterday, before I installed myself into consciousness without uninstalling 2000 windows black-holes migrations, cosmic

    miedmark

    3:19 am on May 27, 2006 (gmt 0)

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    The clock unwound slowly revealing layers of slippery flux-capacitors. Underpants were chiming along unaware of wormholes forming dino saws, cutting away layers from weasels.
    "Aaaaarrrggggh!", squeaked inter-dimensional cowboys trying on crystal underpants that were hanging alongside inverted alien boots laced with superstring vests.
    "PHWOOOAR!" she's intelligent, quick-witted except when Encyclo reveals exactly what underpants are.

    Why won't watermelons Klingon to Kirk's second string? Spock spoke eternally about underpants whilst unravelling silver eons.

    Blips bleep before expecting temporal lapses, lining winding roads, littered metaphorically with useless sight.

    Yesterday, before I installed myself into consciousness without uninstalling 2000 windows black-holes migrations, cosmic creature

    encyclo

    3:22 am on May 27, 2006 (gmt 0)

    WebmasterWorld Senior Member 10+ Year Member



    The clock unwound slowly revealing layers of slippery flux-capacitors. Underpants were chiming along unaware of wormholes forming dino saws, cutting away layers from weasels.

    "Aaaaarrrggggh!", squeaked inter-dimensional cowboys trying on crystal underpants that were hanging alongside inverted alien boots laced with superstring vests.

    "PHWOOOAR!" she's intelligent, quick-witted except when Encyclo reveals exactly what underpants are.

    Why won't watermelons Klingon to Kirk's second string? Spock spoke eternally about underpants whilst unravelling silver eons.

    Blips bleep before expecting temporal lapses, lining winding roads, littered metaphorically with useless sight.

    Yesterday, before I installed myself into consciousness without uninstalling 2000 windows black-holes migrations, cosmic creature comforts

    grandpa

    4:07 am on May 27, 2006 (gmt 0)

    WebmasterWorld Senior Member 10+ Year Member Top Contributors Of The Month



    The clock unwound slowly revealing layers of slippery flux-capacitors. Underpants were chiming along unaware of wormholes forming dino saws, cutting away layers from weasels.

    "Aaaaarrrggggh!", squeaked inter-dimensional cowboys trying on crystal underpants that were hanging alongside inverted alien boots laced with superstring vests.

    "PHWOOOAR!" she's intelligent, quick-witted except when Encyclo reveals exactly what underpants are.

    Why won't watermelons Klingon to Kirk's second string? Spock spoke eternally about underpants whilst unravelling silver eons.

    Blips bleep before expecting temporal lapses, lining winding roads, littered metaphorically with useless sight.

    Yesterday, before I installed myself into consciousness without uninstalling 2000 windows black-holes migrations, cosmic creature comforts catalyzed

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