The 4 word story thread

[The Last To Know]

, that an apology alone

[dactylopus]

seems worthless in comparison

[dayowlron]

to the hopeless desperation

[Danvzare]

of basement dwelling nerds.

[The Last To Know]

Summary of chapter 5:

On the side of bread that's not buttered is the buttered side.
My brain hurts now, a pulsing reminder of how life feels when you realize that butter is sometimes tangentially transient.
But butter can also create a feeling of deep obsession, on account of the polish milkladies who smear it on liberally when hunky firefighters take a break from fighting fire and sipping non-alcoholic cocktails.
This is a testament to their quite incredible butter skills and their copious amounts of churned cream.
If you think that's crazy, just wait till you hear about what they like to do to with goat milk!
They never seen the face sophisticated pasteurization protocols until the goat butter machine went offline due to unprecedented server load.
The only silver lining was the small quantity of butter that was found when the mythical dairy vault was opened with the skeleton key revealed the day before.
"I hereby declare you goat and therefore you must now leave", the overseer said.
"What's going on?!" cried the master pasteurizer, revealing presently his intent to cause untold mayhem, by releasing a fourth side to the three-sided Triangle of Unintentional Doom.
The triangle of WHAT?
The Triangle of DOOM.
And thus the universe was never the same.
At the end of the day, all goats went to bed early, only to find that their testicles had developed the ability to commit inexcusable sin.
When seals would rub their flippers together vigorously, the heat becomes unbearable in seconds.
If anyone is getting mixed signals from this continuous stream of disconnected sentence fragments, we apologise.
We apologize so much, that an apology alone seems worthless in comparison to the hopeless desperation of basement dwelling nerds.

Chapter 6:

A loud noise was

[Danvzare]

heard coming from the

[dayowlron]

Polish milkladies who had

[Click'd]

dropped ALL the jugs

[The Last To Know]

of goat milk. But

[Click'd]

they were not fired

[CaptainD]

because of their amazing

[Click'd]

lawyers. Good to have

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You wanted to steer it towards porn again, didn't you?

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[The Last To Know]

someone to call when

[CaptainD]

the going gets tough,

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You wanted to steer it towards porn again, didn't you?

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NO NO NO!

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Though depending on who posted next, it could easily have gone that way

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Not that some need much excuse.

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There is nothing here.

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[dayowlron]

because these ladies were

[The Last To Know]

summoned by the great

[Click'd]

God Of Dairy Products,

[CaptainD]

Da'r-EE-Le'e, whose face was

[Danvzare]

that of Nicolas Cage

[The Last To Know]

wearing John Travolta's face.