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Finish the sentence thread.

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Cannonball Bob

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OK, copied this across from another forum where it really took off. The idea is for all us forum members to write a never ending story, with each contribtor finshing the sentence of the previous post, whilst leaving their own contribution open for the next contributor, so the whole lot reads as one long continuous story. Geddit?
So, eyes down for a full house, your (totally random) starter for ten:



Nigel looked up and down the street but no where could he see the.....
 
Cannonball Bob said:
OK, copied this across from another forum where it really took off. The idea is for all us forum members to write a never ending story, with each contribtor finshing the sentence of the previous post, whilst leaving their own contribution open for the next contributor, so the whole lot reads as one long continuous story. Geddit?
So, eyes down for a full house, your (totally random) starter for ten:



Nigel looked up and down the street but no where could he see the.....
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.... tandem bicycle he left there last night. Hefting his tool box he ....
 
and he...............

Stood upon the burning deck eating red hot scollops
One fell down his trouser leg
and burnt him on his.................................


ankles

No idea if that's in the rules or not, but what the hey
 
Oops, think we're suffering from multiple posts. :o
The story so far:

Nigel looked up and down the street but no where could he see the tandem bicycle he left there last night. Hefting his tool box he stomped off in a foul mood looking for a Kit Kat. He'd not had one of them since the unfortunate accident when he spilt hot tea all over his absorbent moleskin trousers. The Kit-Kat was one of the new, chunky type and he Stood upon the burning deck eating red hot scollops.
One fell down his trouser leg and burnt him on his ankles. On feeling such pain he quelled tears welling up from the depths of his jeans by striking out with his left foot at the first unsuspecting gnome which kicked him in his other ankle. This sent Nige hopping down to the pub where he met the most obnoxious little.....
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