'Tis the Game of Jolliness

<p>We’re going to make a story (in the name of our beloved father in heaven). You get to post one sentence that continues the story…</p>

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lablondie: Once upon a time there was a jar of sand.
Martha: This was no ordinary jar of sand, it was a special jar of sand.
lablondie: In fact, it was so special it had its own holiday.</p>

<p>Now, this story shall go on and on. And on and on and on. So, if the person in front of you ends the story, ignore them, they are a loser. Begin.</p>

<p>Once upon a time there was a jar of sand.</p>

<p>This was no ordinary jar of sand, it was a special jar of sand.</p>

<p>In fact, it was so special it had its own holiday.</p>

<p>[Deja vu?]</p>

<p>The holiday was celebrated on August 21, and was known as Martha Day</p>

<p>[nah, never]</p>

<p>martha follows rules so well. <em>pats on the head</em> :)</p>

<p>The holiday was so important that if it was not attended to, wrath ensued.</p>

<p>But, that was a lame day that had no popularity and they called it Lola Day and all the lilputioans rejoiced!</p>

<p>… But if Martha Day wasn’t observed Martha, a not-so-flying-bumblebee, would unscrew the caps of little jars of sand, which meant the Lilliputians jam would spoil.</p>

<p>… and dump it onto the ocean floor.</p>

<p>There, Scamper the Penguin would gather as much jam as his flappers could hold.</p>

<p>Scamper was a peculiar little penguin.</p>

<p>A very peculiar penguin, he had blue feathers.</p>

<p>[you two spend way 2 much time on the highschool forum]</p>

<p>Scamper could also fly! <em>GASP</em></p>

<p>This coloring came from the excessive amounts of oceanic jam he ingested.</p>

<p>The other penguins made fun of his blue feathers. </p>

<p>[Aw, poor Scamper]</p>

<p>A certain penguin named Killer [get it?] threatened Scamper into getting him some jam.</p>

<p>But, scamper was very smart, and put some ant poison in the jam he got for Killer.</p>

<p>Killer went down like an- ant.</p>

<p>But his last words were a curse.</p>

<p>And it began, “Scamper, I curse thee!”</p>

<p>Scamper asked what he was cursed with.</p>

<p>haha</p>

<p>and Killer replied, “A Curse! Now let me finish! I curse thee with feet that shall be pickled every full moon. You shall also never have a pretty penguin princess to call your own.”</p>