Match Game Story: "Rotten Ricky was so rotten, even his lilac-scent air freshener __ grotesque."

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Sorry I'm a day late - forgot about it yesterday.

Ten words or more in the blank, make a story of it. Something cute. With kittehs and cuddly wittle puppy dogs. Beaten to death with pliers, and then carved up like hated melons with chainsaws while their owners stand watching helplessly, sickeningly duct taped to the hot water pipe in your basement, their eyelids yanked out with nailclippers, forcing them to watch.

[otherlander]

1. Rotten Ricky was so rotten,

even his lilac-scent air freshener couldn't cover up the smell of armpit funk, week-old fish, and intestinal fluids that radiated off of him. No matter how polite he tried to be nobody would sleep with him, not even the prostitutes like the ones from Grotesque.

(Are we allowed to change the capitalizations?)

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3. Change the capitalizations all you want! Well done!

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[Parche]

2. Match Game Rabrrrrrr Style

Match Game Story: "Rotten Ricky was so rotten, even his lilac-scent air freshener couldnt even cover up the most disgusting smell you could ever imagine, something like a cross between Cheney's
and Karen Hughes anal cavity after they had not showered for weeks, now that is __ grotesque."
:woohoo: :hi:

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4. I'm so glad I don't have to be Cheney's proctologist.

Not much would be grosser than that.

Good job!

[Dr. Strange]

5. Okay.

Rotten Ricky was so rotten, even his lilac-scent air freshener was grotesque. Really grotesque. Disgustingly grotesque. On a scale from 1 to 10, super-trans-finite numbers would have to be invented just to get across the idea of how grotesque it was. The human mind really isn't designed to comprehend the level of grotesquery involved here. You'd have to measure with 11-dimensional visuals, which are remarkably accurate, but have the unfortunate side-effect of causing your spleen to ooze out of your nose. (Ironically, the smell of your own spleen is somewhat evocative of lilacs.) On several occasions, Ricky dealt with the hideous air freshener by playing with his kittens and puppies. That had the effect of cheering him up a little, but did nothing for the smell. He finally gave up on it all. He took his puppies and kittens, tied them up, beat them senseless with his air freshener, yanked their spleens out with nailclippers, and pleasured himself with the remains. As you can imagine, that bit of tomfoolery was also a trifle grotesque.

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6. As always, you have come up with a real winner!

:rofl:

:applause: