Write a story three words at a time

Garfield the cat.

Chapter 1 is here http://ihatedialysis.com/forum/index.php?topic=7935.msg118717#msg118717

Chapter 2 The Death of Dr. Phil is here http://ihatedialysis.com/forum/index.php?topic=7935.msg119725#msg119725

Chapter 3
The Passion of Sluff Bunny

Covered in butter the lobster screamed "The plane, the plane take Lobster?"

"No, Jet Fuel", "Lobster want vacation to beautiful Caribbean island of Aruba Pretty pretty please"

"Enough!" Panda whirled about, striking Lobster knocking him into the very pretty yet oddly shaped swimsuit model Bianca, who threw her purse at Panda. Lobster fell on Red Lobsters' door "Help Sponge Bob!". go grab Kitkatz and some gin.

Meanwhile, Sluff kissed Myrtle with passion not realizing Zoltron dreamed of Sluff as a bunny. Yummy bunny stew. Fluffy fluffy Sluffy. Hearing his destiny he hid eggs and fresh carrots in an attempt to find love. Can it be? When he saw what he had hidden for Myrtle he was impressed with his creativeness. Who would guess such a delicate relationship could develop between a bunny and such a fiery Italian heptathlete.

Looking back over their impulsive romance was a shattering awareness of familiar sorrows and little unsatisfactory events that causes all of the gut wrenching horrible gas passing between them all. No one was prepared for the green fog of jealousy and lies that smelt as like pickles.

Meanwhile, in a nearby rabbit hutch, there the elephant tooted,the pig flew, and the neighbors cried. it was the anniversary of the "Rattlesnake Incident" which stunned all the neighbors. had Dr Phil lived in a coma none of this would be true.

The snakes had eyes big as a buick and skin shiny as soft satin pillows but those snakes were very tasty especially with ketchup. however, indigestion was chicken fried snake type of indigestion, crawls up your leg to your brain rendering you totally stupid and unable to sing.

At American Idol where they discovered the singers sang because they ate the poison apple the wicked witch had under her horrible, sickening spell she couldn't imagine why they wouldn't shut-up and sing. sing, sing a song, sing out of your mouth, not your

(that's used for well, never mind) something else.

Myrtle stood and watched the parade of musicans and tiny acrobatic mice who burped and passed city hall. Sadly they were blind and ran right into a giant Cat named Garfield.

"mmmm mouse lasagna would go well with Sluff Bunny stew," he mused. Fine red wine and burning candles weren't enough to save Sluff bunny from foaming foreign Aussie Forum Writers e gads, and Garfield the cat.