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3 Word Story III has begun!
We always wanted to have something very beautiful, like an app to send nude selfies to airwing, all night and all day.
But airwing was actually dead as a dodo. Nezha’s a trap!
So to commemorate nudity, we went to a supermarket and bought lots of magazines about interior decoration for Stylish troll caves. Our shifts were suddenly interrupted by Super Fantabulous Dude who reappeared after a psychedelic rainbow reincarnated him. Surprisingly, He was more willing to reveal the name of the notorious, amazing, Mr. Mxyzptlk, who very much enjoyed Borg Rubik’s Cubes and rusty vintage wine.
Super Fantabulous TheUnknown clones could Dude one day start their cars and drove into the town named Gay. But then he noticed that the mayor was too gay for Ordos but The_unknown was very much a Trump-like idiot and liked the pussy grabbing misbehaviour.
This makes The_Unknown gay. Very, very, straight. How confusing!
Somebody once told that gay straights are a paradox. I like big buts and I cannot lie. You prefer them small. When you drink Your red red wine, it makes you stay close to a refill, but not before you downed it inside a gaping hole you call your stomach, but the wine was soda in disguise. That really sucked because everybody knows Super Fantabulous Dude was really a boozestealing son of the Lord Almighty Zarquod?
Not God. Definitely not God.
And prophet, not being Zarquon, but Zaphod Beeblebrox, president of the great incontrovertible, inconceivable, mad Gagrakacken mind zones inhabitants.
An elephant, called Thomas, was turning green at The corner of a closed pub but not without a hint of another colour, like gray which sounds perfectly reasonable, except stardust with wings does not sound acceptable to someone turning two colours muddy.
Now, as family forums return, Pie has gone to a shitty pub.
The end.