The story so far...
One fine day I went outside slipped and broke my hipbone. As I fell, I thought: "No, this is gunna hurt' what about my cellphone". And just
then a sausage fall out of my ear with mashed potatoes and plenty of wax on it. I took a gerbil and gave it to a passing anagrammatist, who looked like me, which is bad enough, especially when you gotta pee now
And whilst peeing got bit by A small Brazilian drug smuggler called Chuck Morris, which to the red night in your Way tight thong came a surprise to my attention it was Chuck. And he gave me some good advice about mortgages. The ambulance arrived just as Chuck got his head out of the box. He hit the bar of soap. Three days
later, a giant fell over Chuck the giant was none other than Originator of Thread who could not Be More Creative if his uvula was filled with metaphorical custard and
I'm not sure quite what happened on this last page.