Buzz!!

the Goq because he was always so pessimistic.

Supergirl am i really? or are u just ribbing me?

“One day, a scary poster by the name of the Goq because he was always so pessimistic.”

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😉

wait – I’m still wondering if BSD is really Gumball’s dad. Or was that just ribbing?

Well, Round 2 isn’t fairing any better. What an abstract plotline. The story is like the Sudokus’ of stories.

Is ribbing like jesting?

…piece of lint. In its twistedness, it liked to terrorize the poor, defenseless linings of pockets. They lived in fear, under constant threat of corrupt moral fiber, until an intrepid hero named…

Quick! Somebody post something else!

….Hugh R. Lintfree, Ace Detective-at-large, was summoned by an international committee of lint watchdogs. It seems terrorizing lint was now a world-wide problem, and growing, and not one of the four corners of the earth was immune from the far-reaching influence of lint. In fact, each corner had lint………

And even their toes had lint and even their bellybuttons had lint, in fact they had so much belly button lint that all they ate was uch broccoli, garnished with the finest belly button lint

Surreptitiously, Lintfree established a homeland security anti lintorism task forced charged with monitoring potential hotbeds of lint production. It was kept top secret, but unfortunately the evil forces of L.I.N.T. planted a mole in the highest ranks of the C.L.A.(Counter Lintelligence Agency) and unbeknown to them were monitoring all their activity. Lint was spreading at an alarming rate, under the guise of beneficial products such as gourmet a la lint and the like, and was beginning its nefarious takeover of the unsuspecting populace…

sure supergirl! lets just finish this one

“Surreptitiously, Lintfree established a homeland security anti lintorism task forced charged with monitoring potential hotbeds of lint production. It was kept top secret, but unfortunately the evil forces of L.I.N.T. planted a mole in the highest ranks of the C.L.A.(Counter Lintelligence Agency) and unbeknown to them were monitoring all their activity. Lint was spreading at an alarming rate, under the guise of beneficial products such as gourmet a la lint and the like, and was beginning its nefarious takeover of the unsuspecting populace… “

luckily, Lintfree was struck with a lightbulb moment. He came up with a mechanism that no one heared of before. It was specifically designed to suck all lint into a a disposable bag/box. he called it the Vacuum!!! and all the world was saved! THE END!!!

once upon a time there lived a nice little girl named Rebecca who…

…had a nice little wolf for a grandmother. Every day her mother would send her to bring her wolf-granny food. And every day she warned Rebecca not to stop and talk to the evil LOLs (little old ladies) lurking in the woods, waiting to eat up unsuspecting little girls…

While walking about the outskirts of the forest, nonchalantly whacking people in the shins*, lil’ Becky happened to bump into her good pal Rach. Rach was on her way to her wolf-granny with a basketful of nice, hot lamb stew. Becky decided to join Rach on her trek through the deep, spooky, LOL-infested woods. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to poor little girls, the nefarious storytellers randomly decided to put Daylight Savings in effect, so it was actually LATER than the good, responsible girls (who were quite yekkish, in fact) thought…

(I’m not quite sure how this works, myself, but just pretend that it’s getting darker earlier, ‘kay?)

*The Westing Game, anyone?

‘K, fine…:P

Once upon a time there was a man named Wuns Uhpawn. Wuns Uhpawn earned his living as a traveling storyteller. He was such a masterful storyteller that when he told a story…

He charged a nominal fee for his stories, and people were taken by his kindness and benign mannerism. He had an accomplice named Shorty that would accompany him on his story telling, and just as Wuns Uhpawn would get to the most fascinating and captivating part of the story, Shorty would help himself to some fringe benefits by “borrowing” from others pockets. He was sure they wouldn’t mind at all. One day…( this must end with a moral lesson for Gumball- compliments of Totty’s ever watchful eye)

Wuns Uhpawn was there one day and never came back. The whole town…

…because they couldn’t stand Wuns’s stories. the stories were always so chearful and the people of the town were a gloomy bunch. they only listened to Wuns’s stories in the first place because he had them under a spell. *oooooohhhhhhh* but even though Wuns was gone, Shorty was still around and he….

….decided to keep those fascinating legends, fables, and tales alive by sharing them with people who would appreciate its ingenious plots and mysterious characters. So they all swiftly logged into the Coffee Room of the YW website….

….of which many of them were actually quite eerily similar to those odd characters in the stories….

Can we start a new one?

I’ll start

Let’s start with posts here

once there was a feministic Brit that wore techeiles

But she wanted to have the funniest costume so she didn’t do anything about it. The next day she found something…

Coffee addict- one of the girls hve yene, it’s not a joke to mess around with…. Ok the wording is a shtickle extreme but jn a time of Tzara we need achdus not mockery!!! On that note I’ll leave you to continue the story, troll;)

more 2,

I’m sorry, I didn’t read what it was about

And calling me a troll is fine by me

OneOfMany: “The Westing Game, anyone?”

yes, yes. that’s what i thought too

(yeah, I know you posted that 3 months ago, but i just read it now)