A Little Inside...I Know

As promised, I am posting a story. A story that was created by the brilliant minds of a group of people who were high on life. Maybe a little bit of beer. And also the thought of retreating to the magic spinning wheel of shots. I thought it would be fun to have everyone write a sentence to create a story during the intermission at Wave trivia last night. Gallant had the glorious idea of folding over the paper and leaving a visible lead in to the next sentence so that the other people couldn't see what was previously written. So here it is. An adventure for the mind...

One day there was a little garden gnome sitting in a cupboard and he never felt so alive as he cruised in his convertible, up until Brent got so drunk that he couldn't stand, so he took off. When he got to Uranus he began to explore the under region where koala bears roam and the local people like to eat at Dairy Queen because it tastes like Tyler's socks that were left on the deck. Gawd that bastard can't get anything up! Then Goat's mom scrubbed the kitchen floor of all evidence. She put clean sheets on the bed, greeted her husband at the door. He then said, "What the fuck are you doing with a penguin in your bed?" He was so appalled by the situation that he went a-wandering in the woods to find something to save the world with. But he was sleepy so he did his friends a favor by giving out free orgasms and beer. They go good together, but not as good as the sheer terror that one day we will all be looking like Goat's mom after she's been fingerbanged by Brent, who was on her like a stink on a monkey.
The End.