A thread like this is obligatory for any forum.
I start, then someone else continues, and someone else continues from that. Simple, see?
Ok, here goes..

One day, GP picked up her rubber shicken and went to town, because--

She wanted to start a Rubber Band.It was called The Mother Pluckers and-

Consisted mainly of leather-clad biker chicks that were tone-deaf and played their instruments with the aid of rubber shickens.
This however--

this caused the rubber shickens to be over inflated which caused them to be off key when they played.However if you stretched them it would cause a brain ripple effect that somehow cause the guitars to play in tune even though-

electricity broke down. So they called for--

Roto Rooter to clean out the P.A. and mixer because of the water in the lines.But lurking back behind the equipment was none other than-

somebody levitating on a cusion of-

cheese wiz and empty beer bottles, grinning evily. This person--

was none other than tormentor, who by the way wasn't really leavataing on cheeze whiz and beer bottle alone..he had a natural.....

frenzy of desire to releave a fowl oder that nocked the shickens out cold when-

they were bowling with the mad cows of

a punk rock band formerly known as The Dead Milkmen,however GP and her Mother Pluckers would not be turned down to the face of-

bad bovine so I gathered up the mother pluckers and moooooooooved to Jersey to start a nipple.........

inflamed band called the Sore Balloons and when they played people screamed not just because of GP's sonic stage presence but of what was to come of the nipple-

flavoured ice cream, however the big bad purple