The 3 word game!

[Finly Owner]

stole the children

[nowoolies]

and put them

[Woof]

with the Bunyips

[nowoolies]

ready for lunch

[Woof]

but who arrives

[nowoolies]

My alien ?????????????????????????????

[Dark 1]

I'm sick of

[Bigrig]

all their probing

[nowoolies]

just beer and chips

[nowoolies]

will do fine

[Clunk]

along with chilli

[nowoolies]

frogs in lemon

[Dark 1]

deep fried aliens.

[nowoolies]

my poor aliens!!!!!!!!!

[Clunk]

They deserve it

[Dark 1]

x2 on that

[nowoolies]

they got rayguns .......

[Clunk]

up their ar#$s

[Bigrig]

which they enjoy

[Clunk]

and wouldn't have

[Dhuck]

any hassles about

[Bigrig]

recommending to friends

[patch697]

& you'll find one

[Sir Roofy]

at coles supermarket

[patch697]

in the chuck

[Bob]

out stale bin

[AB]

What's a chuck?

[Bob]

What's a chuck?

as in muri

[AB]

said Bob, but

[Sir Roofy]

out the back

[AB]

Roofy was making

[Sir Roofy]

hot coffee for

[patch697]

his mate Burt Newton

[Sir Roofy]

and all those

[patch697]

Who were plotting

[AB]

the alien invasion

[MQ MAD]

"Alien For PM" !!!

[Bob]

better than julia

[AB]

and more attractive

[Sir Roofy]

a suductive voice

[Bigrig]

could be heard

[AB]

from the back

[Bigrig]

of AB's patrol

[DX grunt]

"Christened at last!!!!"

[AB]

But it wasn't

[DX grunt]

And here's more of the story.........................

I’ll find more fish net stockings to wear here, with pink knickers plus cowboy hat and frilly skirt and boob tube and aussie thongs for my trip into dusty Egypt ontop of those nut crunching camels with big hairy men leading them into the night.

President 0b@m@ said, Oh my god, look over there, it’s Kevin. He is an alien with big juicy date palm nuts, that bunyups love to munch on while running into a pollywaffle that was floating in the aliens’ communal bath tub, being stirred with a great big Finly by Burt”, the alien said. Where’s Patty?

Burt removed his toupe, and guess what? It was Big Fletch in his skirt. Must have bet Andy Pandy and Jemima to do the wild love making. “Geronimo”, he cried. “Please, oh please, stop AB, you’re in the wrong super hero outfit. You’re not WonderWoman, so put your lycra suit on and don’t forget to grab a sexy ballerina tu-tu and slippers and some jelly down your stockings”.

“Where’s my alien?” In your bed and looking good. But be careful of the probing. Do it harder with the jelly that tastes so fruity and delicious, yet so firm to the touch. “How about we rub it all over the alien?” That damn alien – shoot the b@stard. Must get rid of 4 words. The alien is defunct and hopefully dead and buried – forever and ever!!!! Rest his soul. And about time….and cremated too. So far so, “Oh my lord, yep, they’re dead.

But wait. Suddenly the bunyups arrived with Burt Newton. “I’ll be back”, said a distant voice – with more aliens !!!!! No their’s not!! And the bunyips said “Thank you” – but are terrified. “Toughen up Princess” was mumbled to the lost bunyups from the mighty bunyup eating aliens.

Meanwhile, AB had moved right along. “Bite this,” yelled roofy, and while you’re at it, don’t cry for bunyups”. Bigrig and Tony played with their tools while fixing Tank with a defibrillator – not really – they made him stronger than any Toyota – which wasn’t hard to rescue finly from the crapota clan from WA. Although it seemed unlikely it could be given. But along came the alien again. “No way, he died”

Here comes Hopalong Cassidy and the knee high grasshopper, which was Lucky, and Bungeeee Bob, because the snow chains on the 180B, due to its little skinny wheels, not to mention, under the bonnet. The horse power was, well, just not what was expected – 4 cylinders only, and held together with sticky tape and bungy straps.

Still, it seemed to outpower Toyotas with fats on, and fluffy dice, as they have the Bat Mobile on bungee cords – which works well, while calling Robin into the fray.

“My little Princess, go get your Wonder Woman suit and the lube, to help slip it on – obviously”.

Below the job, questions were asked under the table about Scotty’s new bits and bobs, little thing dangling. “Ahh, a button. Don’t press it, otherwise it will….. OMG, don’t touch between his legs – an awful odor arose from….What? Rotten bloody eggs repeating on me, bubbling gut and beer, beer and….beer.

The toxic mix, all swishing around. Mmmmm gimmmee more in his guts. Yes, be wary as it mumbled. “Stop spinning bed”, was the cry. It went faster and faster until I projectile everywhere. Yuk, yuk, yuk. Never again will he mix raspberry and vodka.

When ya stand that close to Cisco Kid, you’re gunna get caught by the Lone Ranger – F*rd Ranger, that should die quick in the mud – with my aliens. “The bloody aliens stole the children and put them with the bunyups. “Ready for lunch?”- but who arrived ? My alien. “I’m sick of all their probing.

Just beer and chips will do fine, along with chilli frogs in lemon. Deep fried aliens. My poor aliens – they deserve it – x2 on that. They got rayguns up their @rs3s – which they enjoy and wouldn’t have any hassles about recommending to friends and you’ll find one at Coles supermarket in the chuck out stale bin.
“What’s a chuck”? “As in muri”, said Bob. But out the back, roofy was making hot coffee for his mate Burt Newton and all those who were plotting the alien invasion. “Alien for PM”, better than Jool!a, and more attractive.

A seductive voice could be heard from the back of AB’s patrol. “Christened at last!!!!

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[DX grunt]

what you think.

[AB]

The sound was

[nowoolies]

this story should be published .................rotflmao

[nowoolies]

sounding more like

[Bob]

timbo's gearbox whine

[Bigrig]

or the missus'

[TUFF_GU]

bananas all over

[Bigrig]

the back seats

[MQ MAD]

in the mighty

[Bob]

tuff GU Patrol

[AB]

which was bogged

[Bob]

ha bloody ha

[Sir Roofy]

the ruddy table

[Sir Roofy]

drain was deep

[Sir Roofy]

she clawed her

(wayout)

[DX grunt]

for winching practice, ( can't believe I wrote this - set myself right up - you're too quick AB. lol)

[Bob]

on ab's GQ

[AB]

but winch broke

[DX grunt]

Luckily had damper

[DX grunt]

on wire cable

[Sir Roofy]

yep but bearing

[Bigrig]

in mind our

[Sir Roofy]

Mate was so

[Bob]

protective about his

[Bob]

might GQ Patrol

[Sir Roofy]

That he didnt

[Bob]

fit new tyres

[AB]

but the powerful

[Bob]

you are kidding

[nowoolies]

mighty G U RESCUED

[AB]

a tennis ball

[nowoolies]

hardy hardy ha

[DX grunt]

but the GQ

[DX grunt]

rescued a yoyo

[AB]

stuck up high

[Dhuck]

so it launched

[Bigrig]

a spacely sprocket (remember the jetsons?? LoL)

[MQ MAD]

out for assistance

[Clunk]

Along came bigrig

[Sir Roofy]

with a new

[Clunk]

Politically correct black

[Bob]

powder coated bullbar

[Clunk]

with matching Ebony

[Bob]

Nissan Patrol Rims

[Sir Roofy]

wich fit perfectly

[Clunk]

on to clunks

[Sir Roofy]

No roofys truck

[Clunk]

Bloody thieving Victorians

[Sir Roofy]

Bloody sandgroper lol

[Bob]

now now boys

[Sir Roofy]

Meanwhile back at

[AB]

the old ranch

[Sir Roofy]

The boys were

[Bob]

getting ready for

[Clunk]

their manicure and

[Bob]

full body rub

[Dhuck]

with gear oil

[Clunk]

wearing nuffink but (got that from the Bigrig Coreected English dikshunary)

[Bob]

hob nail boots

[Clunk]

and a shammy

[Sir Roofy]

Hideing things below

[big_fletch]

in the nether-regions

[Sir Roofy]

Of nomans land

[Clunk]

or no woman

[Sir Roofy]

To forge away

[MQ MAD]

in their g-strings

[Clunk]

through the mystic

[MQ MAD]

sounds of music

[Clunk]

where the hills

[MQ MAD]

r bald like them

[Sir Roofy]

Valleys run deep

[Clunk]

dark and dreary

[Sir Roofy]

Small steams run

[MS29431]

...Rev It Up

[Sir Roofy]

Its hopalong again

[Clunk]

and he's gonna

[Sir Roofy]

A higher plain

[MS29431]

To Check Out.

[Clunk]

all the women

[Dark 1]

frolicking in the

[Dhuck]

slop of sewage

[Bigrig]

and getting their

[wildgu6]

thongs wet because

[Bigrig]

it looks good

[nowoolies]

with snorkels and

[Clunk]

yellow polka dot

[nowoolies]

FROGS and al al al ...............................................bee r ...........................................thought i was gunna say aliens huh!!!lol


sorry 4x4x4x4x4x4x4ing instead of 3x3x3x3x3x3ing

[Clunk]

which nowoolies drank

[wildgu6]

Through a straw

[Clunk]

then barfffffed everywhere

[nowoolies]

i feel CROooooooooooook

[Dhuck]

said bigrig gasping

[Clunk]

whilst going for

[nowoolies]

a six pack

[Clunk]

of bourban and

[nowoolies]

barfffffffffff ..................need beer

[Clunk]

makes me bloated

[nowoolies]

what barrrrrrrrrrrrrrfffffff does??????

[Clunk]

beer ya plonka

[nowoolies]

said the tojodriver

[Clunk]

to the vicar

[nowoolies]

who was doing

[DX grunt]

his morning constitutional

[nowoolies]

2191
i keeeellllll you

[molongmick]

then Daffy squealed

[Sir Roofy]

Who dares wins

[MQ MAD]

its peter pan

[Bob]

No Captain Hook

[Sir Roofy]

And wendy to

[nowoolies]

lost her marbles

[Sir Roofy]

while watching muppets

[Bob]

eat their Porridge

[Sir Roofy]

before the three

[Bob]

midday news service

( I must of had a Brain fade with that reply)

[DX grunt]

and weather presenters

[DX grunt]

rode dirt bikes

[DX grunt]

Since the last time...................

A seductive voice could be heard from the back of AB’s patrol. “Christened at last!!!!”
But it wasn’t what you think. The sound was sounding more like Timbo’s gearbox whine, or the missus’ bananas all over the back seats in the mighty tuff GU patrol – which was bogged. Ha bloody ha.

The ruddy table drain was deep. She clawed her, for winching practice, on AB’s GQ, but winch broke. Luckily, had damper on wire cable. Yep, but bearing in mind, our mate was so protective about his mighty GQ Patrol, that he didn’t fit new tyres. But the powerful, “you are kidding”, mighty GU, rescued a tennis ball. Hardy ha ha.

But the GQ rescued a yoyo, stuck up high. So it launched a Spacely Sprocket out for assistance. Long came Bigrig with a new, politically correct, black powder coated bulbar, with matching ebony Nissan Patrol rims – which fit perfectly onto Clunk’s - No Roofy’s, truck. “Bloody thieving Victorians!”
Bloody Sandgroper, lol. Now now boys. Mean while back at the old ranch, the boys were getting ready for their manicure and full body rub, with gear oil, wearing nuffink but hob nail boots and a shammy – hiding things below in their nether regions of nomans land, or no woman to forge away. To forge away in their g-strings through the mystic sound of music where the hills r bald, like them, valleys run deep, dark and dreary, small streams run. Rev it up. It’s Hopalong again, and he’s gonna a higher plain to check out all the women frolicking in the slop of sewage and getting their thongs wet because it looks good with snorkels and yellow polka dot frogs and al, which Nowoolies drank through a straw then barffffed everywhere.

“I feel crook,” said Bigrig, gasping, whilst going for a six pack of bourbon and barffff, “need beer – makes me bloated.” “What barrrffff, does?” “Beer, ya plonka”, said the tojodriver, to the vicar who was doing his morning constitutional. “I keeelll you”.

Then Daffy squealed, “who dares wins’. It’s Peter Pan, No, Captain Hook, and Wendy too, lost her marbles, while watching muppets eat their porridge before the three midday news service and weather presenters rode dirt bikes.

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[Sir Roofy]

on the yellow

[DX grunt]

edge line of

[Bob]

the double lines

[Sir Roofy]

of brick road

[DX grunt]

near ice-cream factory

[DX grunt]

outside of town

[Bob]

In the forest

[Sir Roofy]

of the murry

[DX grunt]

,displaying their skills

[DX grunt]

on one wheel

[nowoolies]

across 5 tojos

[DX grunt]

When in Rome,

[nowoolies]

eating pasta and

[Sir Roofy]

chips and cream

[TUFF_GU]

which made a

[Bob]

a horrible meal

[nowoolies]

for the crapotas

[Sir Roofy]

and the bears

[DX grunt]

,but yummy 4me

[Sir Roofy]

on your own

[nowoolies]

you sick puppy lamo

[Bob]

more than three

[Woof]

bears are a

[Bob]

pain in arse

[Dhuck]

when cold lubricant

[Bigrig]

isn't applied properly

[wildgu6]

around the right

[Bigrig]

orifice, so try

[Bob]

to apply gently

[patch697]

and don't slip

[Bigrig]

coz you might

[Woof]

end up Bear

[AB]

bummed with a

[Clunk]

broom up your

[AB]

seriously fungus infested

[Clunk]

bungholio. No that's

[Woof]

not how to ( how are we going to get this published if you lot keep on going down this track every-time)

[Clunk]

not how to ( how are we going to get this published if you lot keep on going down this track every-time)

make it M-Rated

[Sir Roofy]

For a paperback

[Woof]

Mills and Boon

[Bigrig]

, People magazine might

[Sir Roofy]

pick it up

[nowoolies]

and use it

[Sir Roofy]

Against oz magazine

[Sir Roofy]

To create competion

[Woof]

between the Bunyips

[Sir Roofy]

And the bears

[nowoolies]

bears WHAT!!!!!!! bears

[Woof]

being looked into

[wildgu6]

bythe bear commission

[nowoolies]

for doing that

[Bob]

for 200 pages

[Bigrig]

, so where to

[MQ MAD]

from here now

[Bob]

we start again

[Bob]

so here goes

[Bob]

which is better

[TUFF_GU]

at eating chips

[Sir Roofy]

The chip monks

[rkinsey]

or seagulls? Maybe

[patch697]

I'd go Bigrig

[Bigrig]

, he loves chips (just not in my beer glass !! LOL!!!)

[patch697]

amongst other oddity's

[Dhuck]

of this forum

[Sir Roofy]

such as mmmmmmmmmmmm

[Bigrig]

, he's awesome though (lmfao!)

[Dhuck]

talking about Dhuck

[Woof]

he has just

[Bigrig]

stolen the limelight (lol)

[Sir Roofy]

opened another bottle

[patch697]

& rightly so

[Bigrig]

as it's time

[Bob]

to call it

[Dhuck]

more beer time

[Bob]

no way hosay

[Sir Roofy]

with more chips

[patch697]

amongst other things

[Dhuck]

bundy ok then?

[Bob]

no just coke

[Sir Roofy]

coke would be

[RustyNails]

Liz Hurley's favourite ..

[Sir Roofy]

noway is warnie

[Bob]

to be celibate

[Sir Roofy]

he will be

[Bob]

pigs will fly

[MQ MAD]

maybe anal retentive

[Bob]

not touching that