The first 40 pages

[happy_terd]

Last update was at 1266 posts.

It is now up to date with all 1572 posts added. (I will update it again in another 300 posts)

[pshrynk]

Wonderful Dada-ist encapsulization of the llounge as it was created.

My favorite line was:

Seismic brain freeze manifested like a bolt of supernova gamma rays, piercing the eardrums of the nearby choir who were busy rehearsing their famous rap and yodeling combo of the song "Feelings."

[Wetdogeared]

Originally Posted by happy_terd

Last update was at 1266 posts.

It is now up to date with all 1572 posts added. (I will update it again in another 300 posts)

ePub updated (Version 1.2) and available here.

[GeoffC]

oh ! flip !

[GeoffC]

To post 1871 ...

(union of invisible gibbons 1572)

would not be the end of the road merely a starting point down a one-way street to perdition. Speaking of cannibalism, did you hear what the cannibal said to the mobilered.com moderator?
No, because I wasn't dressed at the moment the flashbulbs blinded me. Every once in a blue moon, strange things happen when you're dead. Nobody Owens recounted later - yep, eleventy croissants left. Seventeen-hundred gallons of beer and 2/3rds majority vote on the wall. Seventeen-hundred... shivering ice-gnomes waited for farking winter to end.
They knew that soon farking spring would start bringing a dangerous and overpowering desire to sit unclothed under the midday moon and pray for fast fingers so they can remove clothes faster and weed the garden , which isnt an innuendo, in which magic pumpkins wait patiently for Linus and little plastic ponies and Red Baron Snoopy T-shirts, rerouted from Paris with amazing speed and the dexterity of a llama with rollerblades figure-eighting two forklifts and three apples, to arrive.
They finally reached Outer Mongolia quicker than a rabid squirrel on speed. In five minutes and 32 seconds, but then they found that they had no idea where the space ship had landed.
"No worries," said the wombat from down under the down comforter, cozy snug but semi moist and starting to feel a little bit drunk but still able to open up the fridge and gasp when the ice cubes began to fly at him from the spaceship's ice cube making machine, which unfortunately had no tribbles in the motor which could eat, eat, and eat and then start to fill up on over-the-counter and completely bury the rules bending maneuvers in record time.
Then the planet's surface began to make me some tea because it was just getting the tea bag. Dizziness enveloped the tea-drinkers who were almost as naked as we were except for a few ugly proud prudes tsking at our absolute perfection. "Burn with witches!", said a particularly ugly prude, "And God Bless Global Positioning Systems and Fox News with their hackery." One bikini-clad prude said "Im in a bikini" shouted the outraged prude.
The prude was rude not honoring streakers day, but we must ask "Is she beautiful?" Advice from the bard? Shocked, he had none. So then Suddenly, angry clouds roiled with agitation as the sky darkened ominously above with even more snow predicted for tomorrow also. This madness must stop! He shouted to heaven. But no one listened. Without warning, it came from under the couch in a creeping slithering attractive sort of way.
"AAIIIEEEEEE", he screamed as the formless shape rose seeking a lost girdle to contain the nameless thingy from the whatsit. But suddenly a large pea, shrank away screaming "I like cheese!" but where did I put that shotgun now that the wedding is over I got left at the corner of first and heartbreak avenue. Then I cried all night and shot him in the buttocks.
I cracked open a celebratory can of creamed corn and french fried whoop arse good. Then the canary droppings were mixed in a tall cool glass of egg yolks and what was left of the tainted spam balls the cat threw up. So the dog ate my corn and whooped arse. Then two tiny hooters flew out of a freshly cut emo wound and warbled gently as a nightingale on LSD. "Tis I" sang the trench coated figure in a ruffled pink tutu who began writing his grocery list on his Shakespearean German Haiku notebook in the blood of OTTERS! OTTERS! OTTERS! OTTERS! which had been found inside many different otters (slow down! Too Fast) .
Giant flying pancakes hovered above and below the gently hopping fluffy bunnies, the alien craft surveiled and also did other electronic eyes of the All day strong Aleve by the shelf near the Aspirin and zanoff the great, who was is... and always will be. Now I look bad... Yes.
Very, very bad. Bad psychiatrist! No biscuit!
And stop wearing Grandma!
She needs ironing and carbonating, not to mention the furry green things... stuck in her nose that look rather like a long, straight mustache.
Looking in the mirror, and licking the brush she began the process of turning into a Gregor Samsa-like story about how small hairless children metamorphosizedly became giant SHUMS. If given the opportunity phenomenal exacerbation of childishness to use 50¢ words, dime novels, and destitute restitutes while eating grapefruit and listening to "Honey."
"Honey", of course, wasn't paying any attention to to the rapidly falling barometer. Snow was imminent, masking Neil hiding a big, red, poisonous apple -- an unusual Valentine's Day gift, but if the shoe fits, then wear the little black dress thought Neil sensously slipping on the banana peel of romantic liaisons. Startled and rather dizzy he stood up, adjusted his mortgage rate as well as his LBD. Honey dripped seductively from his moist, seductive lips which begged to be given their due attention. THOUAQUE!
Neil never even heard the footsteps behind him of the homocidal otters. The otter's style was not Jean-Paul Gaultier, much more like a young Janet Jackson...not michael. So a wardrobe malfunction revealed, briefly, the left side of the persons hiding in otters' underwear.
Neil whirled around surprised to confront the sneaky touch of the stink of the Skunk People. These people were genetic modifications of all that which was formerly wind-up , clockwork and annoying. KERTWANG!!! and there went another elastic band on the utters, of two to eleventy, only number seven remained to power the motive device attached to 4 of the octopuss' left purple tentacles, which color clashed horribly with the chartreuse head gear he wore.
CHAPTER TWO
suddenly screamed the octopus No, really! New chapter!
What's that in the box, under the table? Could it be snow Oh not more snow , said Chicken Little who was not little or really a chicken, but rather a canard in disguise, since he was <<Thouaque!>> flying through the ether wearing a small magic plaid cape.
It had 1 less jet propulsion pack than a jello snack pack . It's less tasty too. Invisible forces approached from the west, battle ready. the glow appeared in the end of the small intestine. BANG! it went, sending showers of mentionables, unmentionables, substances and money, gold, and hats. Silently, slitheringly, swelteringly the little brown thing creeped toward the open window .
"I'm free, I'm free!!!" It shouted, falling to the cold snowy curb . The poor little guy badly needed someone to give it a hug. Instead fate had a better plan for little helpless victim of society's lack of a better reason to damage the smelly hairy upper lip of the truck driver who didnt wash properly. Soap's a good thing But only when it is used for good and not for evil. For one must be in a lather to become cleansed in spirit who cares which one...... philosophized the slightly drunk otter, panda, squirrel and half naked big bird as they leaned on that thing over there.
Another sunny day so glorious, warm and inviting without the hint of that awful awful snow until the blizzard hit

[happy_terd]

thanks...added it to the first post.

[happy_terd]

200 or so more posts added. Will finish catching it all up over the next 2 days.

[GeoffC]

Originally Posted by happy_terd

200 or so more posts added. Will finish catching it all up over the next 2 days.

better get running, it's longer and longer with each passing moment .....

[happy_terd]

I will get 200-400 more posts by tomorrow im hoping.

[happy_terd]

UPDATED. Holy crap that took a while. It be done though.

The illustrations and footnotes killed me.

[happy_terd]

Another 200 (or close to) posts added. The story moves fast.

WDE is currently working on the updated epub for those of us who is keeping track of the story.

[Lady Blue]

Story?

There's a story?

Do tell . . . what's it about?

[happy_terd]

Originally Posted by Lady Blue

Story?

There's a story?

Do tell . . . what's it about?

4-word-post story.

A bit hard to follow but it makes perfect sense if you start it from the beginning.

[Lady Blue]

Originally Posted by happy_terd

4-word-post story.

A bit hard to follow but it makes perfect sense if you start it from the beginning.

I was just joshin'.

I've been a minor author of that story too.

[Wetdogeared]

Originally Posted by happy_terd

Another 200 (or close to) posts added. The story moves fast.

WDE is currently working on the updated epub for those of us who is keeping track of the story.

I'm a bit behind, we had to make a mad 5-hour dash by land and sea to put an offer on a piece of property that was "a stones throw away from the ocean". It was a beautiful half acre in a very nice location in an area we would like to move to. Someone with more money than we had liked it too. Ah well, maybe next time.

Back on topic, someone (some other doggie methinks) started posting images in the Four-Word-Post story and, of course, got replies with more images. Now, I can download these images to my PC and resize them and everything to fit on an ebook reader but then due to copyright infringement I don't think that I would be able to publish these images without permission.

Any suggestions? Just leave the URL's in the ebook as h_t's done in the first post of this thread?