Thought it might be fun to transcribe the Three Words thread... the following is to the end of page 6 and it reads rather well 
One dark night as thunder boomed and little birds cowers in fear, a light shone from a campfire far far away where there sat a man, large and a martian picking his nose and eating it. Smacking his lips he says "It does taste better than mountain house or brussel sprouts."
They pondered deeply. Then an idea. "How could we use this nail?" The Martian coughed, his antennae twitched. Then from above came a huge angry badger with honey-covered paws and sharp teeth. It set upon the poor Martian who ran screaming into the dark.
The man drew laughed and laughed till his cheeks met his ears behind his head. Then his head exploded as the badger bit hard, deep into his soft green head. Jings, that was one tasty Martian arrived at home three days before last Christmas Eve on Easter Sunday, only to find James T. Kirk sitting with Spock demanding a spork from Planet Oak. Delivered by hawk, no, by stork with a beak and a Mora, sharp and shiny, yet pitted and easy to sharpen to a razor.
T'was Sharpe's Mora which he used to skin Napolean. Diced and sliced the nasty pig. Then, he stood up to his large waist in a Spandex mankini made of pink Fennatex and lace with spangled corset. Knee deep in unmade sausages and raw bacon fat. When they awoke, they wondered if the shower was was going to get hot enough, and also, which gave them a chance to discuss if it would be possible to out stare a being like the purple people eater or the Martian.
"Both have six?" Owzat the frog asked the umpire, glancing at his leg before the wicket, and then saw the distant digit being raised; "Rain stopped play" so said the stumped Captain to his first mate who turned to the cabin boy who whipped up a quick brew, to be had with a parrot and no sugar. In the cup to their astonishment, they saw their faces reflected in the icy depths deep cold blue. "Brr!" they said, "I don't like all this ruddy stuff around my deck, its not for this I fought for Queen Radio Ga Ga!"
Radio Goo Goo, the language of those who dribble while eating turnips came to understand what a crazy game this is, but we still slog onwards with punishing our keyboards! "Time for Siri!"
Meanwhile, in town the Sheriff was shot by Clapton with a camera which he had in his pocket. The Sheriff said "No photos please, I have acne under this beard!"
A dwarf appeared, much to everyone's amazement, and said "What, no beer? I've got nuts but no spanners!" The Dwarf then reached for his fantastically large pick and played some toad in't hole on his stratocaster. As the Devil stole his soul after he'd played The Grateful Dead's happily posthumous album.
"Wow man" said the aardvark to a passing shrew "Could I still join you to the coming festival?"
"Reading or Glastonbury?"
"Neither of those" he said with total disgust as his nose dribbled onto his large, large dirty foot as he tried, but failed to make himself clear. Clearing his throat...
One dark night as thunder boomed and little birds cowers in fear, a light shone from a campfire far far away where there sat a man, large and a martian picking his nose and eating it. Smacking his lips he says "It does taste better than mountain house or brussel sprouts."
They pondered deeply. Then an idea. "How could we use this nail?" The Martian coughed, his antennae twitched. Then from above came a huge angry badger with honey-covered paws and sharp teeth. It set upon the poor Martian who ran screaming into the dark.
The man drew laughed and laughed till his cheeks met his ears behind his head. Then his head exploded as the badger bit hard, deep into his soft green head. Jings, that was one tasty Martian arrived at home three days before last Christmas Eve on Easter Sunday, only to find James T. Kirk sitting with Spock demanding a spork from Planet Oak. Delivered by hawk, no, by stork with a beak and a Mora, sharp and shiny, yet pitted and easy to sharpen to a razor.
T'was Sharpe's Mora which he used to skin Napolean. Diced and sliced the nasty pig. Then, he stood up to his large waist in a Spandex mankini made of pink Fennatex and lace with spangled corset. Knee deep in unmade sausages and raw bacon fat. When they awoke, they wondered if the shower was was going to get hot enough, and also, which gave them a chance to discuss if it would be possible to out stare a being like the purple people eater or the Martian.
"Both have six?" Owzat the frog asked the umpire, glancing at his leg before the wicket, and then saw the distant digit being raised; "Rain stopped play" so said the stumped Captain to his first mate who turned to the cabin boy who whipped up a quick brew, to be had with a parrot and no sugar. In the cup to their astonishment, they saw their faces reflected in the icy depths deep cold blue. "Brr!" they said, "I don't like all this ruddy stuff around my deck, its not for this I fought for Queen Radio Ga Ga!"
Radio Goo Goo, the language of those who dribble while eating turnips came to understand what a crazy game this is, but we still slog onwards with punishing our keyboards! "Time for Siri!"
Meanwhile, in town the Sheriff was shot by Clapton with a camera which he had in his pocket. The Sheriff said "No photos please, I have acne under this beard!"
A dwarf appeared, much to everyone's amazement, and said "What, no beer? I've got nuts but no spanners!" The Dwarf then reached for his fantastically large pick and played some toad in't hole on his stratocaster. As the Devil stole his soul after he'd played The Grateful Dead's happily posthumous album.
"Wow man" said the aardvark to a passing shrew "Could I still join you to the coming festival?"
"Reading or Glastonbury?"
"Neither of those" he said with total disgust as his nose dribbled onto his large, large dirty foot as he tried, but failed to make himself clear. Clearing his throat...
