The 3-words-story

Did you know that there are some weird and actually quite delicious underground shrimp that are as big a 15-pound carrot? I know this is accurate. I killed one. With a spoon. That battle was so invigorating that I decided that I should hunt them all day, everyday. Suddenly a green octopus turned up and started moonwalking until he broke his 
tentacle. "Ouch!" It was quite startling to hear, especially since I am used to octopi not screaming. So I took a pitchfork and stabbed my ears over and over. The blood was leaking out of my ears, but it was acid, burning my skin until Gabe Newell rode in on NOT Half-Life 3, but Portal
Zero. Face palmed my face off with his foot under a palm tree. Then Gabe Newell ate the non believer octopus, citing the passage from TF2's screenplay, which forbids all octopi from being a gay dude that moonwalks around in a bathsuit.

I found this sock which is soaked in Gabe's toilet in the haunted house over on Princess Street. It saved my sorry little white Large Hadron Collider from getting destroyed by a tiny, tiny little man in rain boots, throwing around fishsticks like a Ninja-Boss. Fishsticks are made not from fish caught in the Fishstick fish pond with a bucket, but with a very tiny piece of dryer lint. I also own three hot dogs. My spaceship gets me around town when I'm bored. It is fast. My pet Slendy, knows I enjoy deep fried chicken dipped in Rake's little slender hands and a bucket of Slender spooge. I like trains, in my pants. they make me feel like dancing. You know, that when I dance, I dance badly like an octopus. But sometimes when my sonic screwdriver goes all haywire, my pants grow smaller every day. So does my brain. So then Gabe Newell walked in a booth of beautiful flowers covered in chocolate. Gabe decided to gloriously eat some big and giant, slimy, phallic shaped

Did you know that there are some weird and actually quite delicious underground shrimp that are as big a 15-pound carrot? I know this is accurate. I killed one. With a spoon. That battle was so invigorating that I decided that I should hunt them all day, everyday. Suddenly a green octopus turned up and started moonwalking until he broke his 
tentacle. "Ouch!" It was quite startling to hear, especially since I am used to octopi not screaming. So I took a pitchfork and stabbed my ears over and over. The blood was leaking out of my ears, but it was acid, burning my skin until Gabe Newell rode in on NOT Half-Life 3, but Portal
Zero. Face palmed my face off with his foot under a palm tree. Then Gabe Newell ate the non believer octopus, citing the passage from TF2's screenplay, which forbids all octopi from being a gay dude that moonwalks around in a bathsuit.

I found this sock which is soaked in Gabe's toilet in the haunted house over on Princess Street. It saved my sorry little white Large Hadron Collider from getting destroyed by a tiny, tiny little man in rain boots, throwing around fishsticks like a Ninja-Boss. Fishsticks are made not from fish caught in the Fishstick fish pond with a bucket, but with a very tiny piece of dryer lint. I also own three hot dogs. My spaceship gets me around town when I'm bored. It is fast. My pet Slendy, knows I enjoy deep fried chicken dipped in Rake's little slender hands and a bucket of Slender spooge. I like trains, in my pants. they make me feel like dancing. You know, that when I dance, I dance badly like an octopus. But sometimes when my sonic screwdriver goes all haywire, my pants grow smaller every day. So does my brain. So then Gabe Newell walked in a booth of beautiful flowers covered in chocolate. Gabe decided to gloriously eat some big and giant, slimy, phallic shaped cheetos. They were

Did you know that there are some weird and actually quite delicious underground shrimp that are as big a 15-pound carrot? I know this is accurate. I killed one. With a spoon. That battle was so invigorating that I decided that I should hunt them all day, everyday. Suddenly a green octopus turned up and started moonwalking until he broke his 
tentacle. "Ouch!" It was quite startling to hear, especially since I am used to octopi not screaming. So I took a pitchfork and stabbed my ears over and over. The blood was leaking out of my ears, but it was acid, burning my skin until Gabe Newell rode in on NOT Half-Life 3, but Portal Zero. Face palmed my face off with his foot under a palm tree. Then Gabe Newell ate the non believer octopus, citing the passage from TF2's screenplay, which forbids all octopi from being a gay dude that moonwalks around in a bathsuit.

I found this sock which is soaked in Gabe's toilet in the haunted house over on Princess Street. It saved my sorry little white Large Hadron Collider from getting destroyed by a tiny, tiny little man in rain boots, throwing around fishsticks like a Ninja-Boss. Fishsticks are made not from fish caught in the Fishstick fish pond with a bucket, but with a very tiny piece of dryer lint. I also own three hot dogs. My spaceship gets me around town when I'm bored. It is fast. My pet Slendy, knows I enjoy deep fried chicken dipped in Rake's little slender hands and a bucket of Slender spooge. I like trains, in my pants. they make me feel like dancing. You know, that when I dance, I dance badly like an octopus. But sometimes when my sonic screwdriver goes all haywire, my pants grow smaller every day. So does my brain. So then Gabe Newell walked in a booth of beautiful flowers covered in chocolate. Gabe decided to gloriously eat some big and giant, slimy, phallic shaped cheetos. They were something that caused

Did you know that there are some weird and actually quite delicious underground shrimp that are as big a 15-pound carrot? I know this is accurate. I killed one. With a spoon. That battle was so invigorating that I decided that I should hunt them all day, everyday. Suddenly a green octopus turned up and started moonwalking until he broke his 
tentacle. "Ouch!" It was quite startling to hear, especially since I am used to octopi not screaming. So I took a pitchfork and stabbed my ears over and over. The blood was leaking out of my ears, but it was acid, burning my skin until Gabe Newell rode in on NOT Half-Life 3, but Portal Zero. Face palmed my face off with his foot under a palm tree. Then Gabe Newell ate the non believer octopus, citing the passage from TF2's screenplay, which forbids all octopi from being a gay dude that moonwalks around in a bathsuit.

I found this sock which is soaked in Gabe's toilet in the haunted house over on Princess Street. It saved my sorry little white Large Hadron Collider from getting destroyed by a tiny, tiny little man in rain boots, throwing around fishsticks like a Ninja-Boss. Fishsticks are made not from fish caught in the Fishstick fish pond with a bucket, but with a very tiny piece of dryer lint. I also own three hot dogs. My spaceship gets me around town when I'm bored. It is fast. My pet Slendy, knows I enjoy deep fried chicken dipped in Rake's little slender hands and a bucket of Slender spooge. I like trains, in my pants. they make me feel like dancing. You know, that when I dance, I dance badly like an octopus. But sometimes when my sonic screwdriver goes all haywire, my pants grow smaller every day. So does my brain. So then Gabe Newell walked in a booth of beautiful flowers covered in chocolate. Gabe decided to gloriously eat some big and giant, slimy, phallic shaped cheetos. They were something that caused me to barf,

Did you know that there are some weird and actually quite delicious underground shrimp that are as big a 15-pound carrot? I know this is accurate. I killed one. With a spoon. That battle was so invigorating that I decided that I should hunt them all day, everyday. Suddenly a green octopus turned up and started moonwalking until he broke his 
tentacle. "Ouch!" It was quite startling to hear, especially since I am used to octopi not screaming. So I took a pitchfork and stabbed my ears over and over. The blood was leaking out of my ears, but it was acid, burning my skin until Gabe Newell rode in on NOT Half-Life 3, but Portal Zero. Face palmed my face off with his foot under a palm tree. Then Gabe Newell ate the non believer octopus, citing the passage from TF2's screenplay, which forbids all octopi from being a gay dude that moonwalks around in a bathsuit.

I found this sock which is soaked in Gabe's toilet in the haunted house over on Princess Street. It saved my sorry little white Large Hadron Collider from getting destroyed by a tiny, tiny little man in rain boots, throwing around fishsticks like a Ninja-Boss. Fishsticks are made not from fish caught in the Fishstick fish pond with a bucket, but with a very tiny piece of dryer lint. I also own three hot dogs. My spaceship gets me around town when I'm bored. It is fast. My pet Slendy, knows I enjoy deep fried chicken dipped in Rake's little slender hands and a bucket of Slender spooge. I like trains, in my pants. they make me feel like dancing. You know, that when I dance, I dance badly like an octopus. But sometimes when my sonic screwdriver goes all haywire, my pants grow smaller every day. So does my brain. So then Gabe Newell walked in a booth of beautiful flowers covered in chocolate. Gabe decided to gloriously eat some big and giant, slimy, phallic shaped cheetos. They were something that caused me to barf, because they caused

Did you know that there are some weird and actually quite delicious underground shrimp that are as big a 15-pound carrot? I know this is accurate. I killed one. With a spoon. That battle was so invigorating that I decided that I should hunt them all day, everyday. Suddenly a green octopus turned up and started moonwalking until he broke his 
tentacle. "Ouch!" It was quite startling to hear, especially since I am used to octopi not screaming. So I took a pitchfork and stabbed my ears over and over. The blood was leaking out of my ears, but it was acid, burning my skin until Gabe Newell rode in on NOT Half-Life 3, but Portal Zero. Face palmed my face off with his foot under a palm tree. Then Gabe Newell ate the non believer octopus, citing the passage from TF2's screenplay, which forbids all octopi from being a gay dude that moonwalks around in a bathsuit.

I found this sock which is soaked in Gabe's toilet in the haunted house over on Princess Street. It saved my sorry little white Large Hadron Collider from getting destroyed by a tiny, tiny little man in rain boots, throwing around fishsticks like a Ninja-Boss. Fishsticks are made not from fish caught in the Fishstick fish pond with a bucket, but with a very tiny piece of dryer lint. I also own three hot dogs. My spaceship gets me around town when I'm bored. It is fast. My pet Slendy, knows I enjoy deep fried chicken dipped in Rake's little slender hands and a bucket of Slender spooge. I like trains, in my pants. they make me feel like dancing. You know, that when I dance, I dance badly like an octopus. But sometimes when my sonic screwdriver goes all haywire, my pants grow smaller every day. So does my brain. So then Gabe Newell walked in a booth of beautiful flowers covered in chocolate. Gabe decided to gloriously eat some big and giant, slimy, phallic shaped cheetos. They were something that caused me to barf, because they caused massive terrifying hallucinations.

Suddenly, Slenderman appeared and then caused

Did you know that there are some weird and actually quite delicious underground shrimp that are as big a 15-pound carrot? I know this is accurate. I killed one. With a spoon. That battle was so invigorating that I decided that I should hunt them all day, everyday. Suddenly a green octopus turned up and started moonwalking until he broke his 
tentacle. "Ouch!" It was quite startling to hear, especially since I am used to octopi not screaming. So I took a pitchfork and stabbed my ears over and over. The blood was leaking out of my ears, but it was acid, burning my skin until Gabe Newell rode in on NOT Half-Life 3, but Portal Zero. Face palmed my face off with his foot under a palm tree. Then Gabe Newell ate the non believer octopus, citing the passage from TF2's screenplay, which forbids all octopi from being a gay dude that moonwalks around in a bathsuit.

I found this sock which is soaked in Gabe's toilet in the haunted house over on Princess Street. It saved my sorry little white Large Hadron Collider from getting destroyed by a tiny, tiny little man in rain boots, throwing around fishsticks like a Ninja-Boss. Fishsticks are made not from fish caught in the Fishstick fish pond with a bucket, but with a very tiny piece of dryer lint. I also own three hot dogs. My spaceship gets me around town when I'm bored. It is fast. My pet Slendy, knows I enjoy deep fried chicken dipped in Rake's little slender hands and a bucket of Slender spooge. I like trains, in my pants. they make me feel like dancing. You know, that when I dance, I dance badly like an octopus. But sometimes when my sonic screwdriver goes all haywire, my pants grow smaller every day. So does my brain. So then Gabe Newell walked in a booth of beautiful flowers covered in chocolate. Gabe decided to gloriously eat some big and giant, slimy, phallic shaped cheetos. They were something that caused me to barf, because they caused massive terrifying hallucinations.

Suddenly, Slenderman appeared and then caused the end of

Did you know that there are some weird and actually quite delicious underground shrimp that are as big a 15-pound carrot? I know this is accurate. I killed one. With a spoon. That battle was so invigorating that I decided that I should hunt them all day, everyday. Suddenly a green octopus turned up and started moonwalking until he broke his 
tentacle. "Ouch!" It was quite startling to hear, especially since I am used to octopi not screaming. So I took a pitchfork and stabbed my ears over and over. The blood was leaking out of my ears, but it was acid, burning my skin until Gabe Newell rode in on NOT Half-Life 3, but Portal Zero. Face palmed my face off with his foot under a palm tree. Then Gabe Newell ate the non believer octopus, citing the passage from TF2's screenplay, which forbids all octopi from being a gay dude that moonwalks around in a bathsuit.

I found this sock which is soaked in Gabe's toilet in the haunted house over on Princess Street. It saved my sorry little white Large Hadron Collider from getting destroyed by a tiny, tiny little man in rain boots, throwing around fishsticks like a Ninja-Boss. Fishsticks are made not from fish caught in the Fishstick fish pond with a bucket, but with a very tiny piece of dryer lint. I also own three hot dogs. My spaceship gets me around town when I'm bored. It is fast. My pet Slendy, knows I enjoy deep fried chicken dipped in Rake's little slender hands and a bucket of Slender spooge. I like trains, in my pants. they make me feel like dancing. You know, that when I dance, I dance badly like an octopus. But sometimes when my sonic screwdriver goes all haywire, my pants grow smaller every day. So does my brain. So then Gabe Newell walked in a booth of beautiful flowers covered in chocolate. Gabe decided to gloriously eat some big and giant, slimy, phallic shaped cheetos. They were something that caused me to barf, because they caused massive terrifying hallucinations. 

Suddenly, Slenderman appeared and then caused the end of Belgium during the beginning of WW3. The war caused