One Way for Future Writers to spend their Free Time

I was bored. P and JF were also bored. We were bored out of our mind during one of those frequent five hour breaks in between classes. And people wonder why we are in the university so early in the morning and are still always the last few people to leave. It's the ridiculous class schedule that has us wasting lots of time, hanging around PJ.

I suggested the three of us sneak into the always empty, air-conditioned Conference Room to play the Three Word game. The rules are simple. Every person takes their turn to write three words to continue the story. Other than that, anything goes. So, here was the result of that afternoon session.

P is represented by Baby Blue
JF is represented by White
Mm is represented by Coral Pink

"Die, die, die,"
was the song
that he thought
would make it
or maybe...her
last words if
she shut the
door tight on
his lower member.
She would have
him if he
would only say
"Take me baby
or else you
should shop someplace
to eat more
char kuey teow
, and meatballs filled
with chicken meat.
Mm*, you
are goddess-like because
Joshua would look
at your large
eyes and go
pee someplace where
proper urinals exist.
His pants got
wet yesterday because
it was raining
, like days ago
when he peed
with much style
and bad aiming.
He peed on
Monday, Tuesday and
every night on
his own bed
of roses at
a kinky alleyplace.
He was serviced
by Mm*
in his dreams.
Mm* slapped
herself real hard
because Pauline was
killing Joshua with
a teddy bear
labelled 'I heart'.
His extreme horniness
was undeniable underrated
in the next
few horny weeks.
"Lies," he says
to Satan himself
and got castrated
, well...figuratively not
because actually he
was boiled alive
by the hot
Korean BBQ plate.
So Satan said,
"I was wrong,"
to Pauline, his
archenemy in God.
Eating a large
durian by himself
made him fart
like Mm*
during bluemoons only.
But Joshua burps
softly and politely
farts by himself,
and shits longer by Pauline
by about two
days and five
long and neverending
, painful and suffocating
years. So Joshua
asked M if
she'd kindly inform
P that J
Chong was the
father or son?

*Name has been altered to protect the innocent. That would of course be, me.

How did you like our story?