Story Go Round 02/23/2002, round 2, #3

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Juiced cantaloupe makes the suckiest sounds when propelled forcefully into a vacuumless space with spam. There, there exists no spam or spamette without an octopus who cries "Wolf!"

"Wolf!" cried Sheila, suddenly slicing several cantaloupes explosively out wards. Dynamically static, she bent them forcefully inwards until they intertwined. Reaching 60 jigaboos before noon, Sheila hopped out of bed briskly and repossessed her ennui while chewing meaty carcass gum. Hoping bubbles would expand Sheila ruthlessly cried, her eyes fluttering soupily all behind her veil ed threats. She wolfed down 60 cantaloupes, rivulets of goodness. Forking all the while, Sheila began to regret she had ever bought those cantaloupes too much of a good thing, you know. Returning to the ennui and carcass gum, she wondered about Brad who had gotten so hunky lately. Must be the carcass gum 'cause I know what the cantaloupes can do to oneself. 60 cantaloupes, she marvelled! That'a a new World Record! Her belly distended, she went to Brad with a truck load of the gum and that night asked him to be her little love monkey. And they lived suckily ever after in the vacuumlessness of space.

Amber is purple; John is pink; Alan is blue; Terry is orange; Kim is green