<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>… 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 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>