We were playing Exquisite Corpse today (if you’re not familiar with the game of Exquisite Corpse, here are the rules and the origin story), and I thought I’d blog some of my favorite results.
Ten thousand angry igloos took responsibility for the sexual peanut butter sandwich.
The raunchiest, raciest, filthiest space-time continuum has formulated a suddenly exposed sea gull feather.
My brand new ostrich or emu skull was rather unsettled by the pock-marked things.
Each absorbent beast paints over Fred’s friendly habits.
The wildly gesticulating mango-flavored sangria wrote passionate but not very good poetry about his favorite SF Giants pitcher.
Four friendly stockings have already reluctantly forgiven your feverish lover.
The salacious limbic system verifies my sweetest pile of teddy bears.
An anhedonic fairy climbed on top of a blackened pony.
The tiny sycophant disdainfully hurled the bizarre princess.
An elegant jarhead delivers the twelfth worm.
Five or six of the largest wastrels have been quarreling with all, and I mean all, drag queens.
Joanne’s tumescent timepiece failed to escape from the most insular tombs.
A softly-lit supervisor for District 5 had kinky sex with the red, red detonator.
I love my friends. I’m just sayin’.