Match 20-word-or-more-story Game: "Crazy Karl was so crazy,

he ended his date with Cloris by driving her to ______ point."


We had such good story answers yesterday in the the thread by DS1, SteppingRazor, ohiosmith, datasuspect and others that I thought we'd try it again.

Rule of the game is that your answer must be more than 20 words.

but that's the way that Karl was, where they stopped at a butcher store to pick up some bacon, fatback, and 2 sirloins steaks to throw at the strippers they would later taunt at the men's club after getting a full-head of steam from jagermeister shots before Karl ripped one of the poles out of the floor and shoved it through Cloris' chest, killing her, until the only thing visible out her bloody back was the

I think I misunderstood. I thought I was supposed to fill in the blank like on Match Game.

just past the parking area with the teenagers would make out, he doused them both in 5 gallons of gasoline and lit his last cigarette. Skulls on fire, teeth shattering from the heat, they continued up the slowly steepening road until giant magic snake fireworks he'd buckled into the back seats finally ignited, quickly growing and pushing forward. The fronts seats snapped off the bolts, and their flaming corpses were smashed up against the back of the windshield before finally their fiery heads broke through, causing a lost Webelo Scout to slowly drop his jaw and

:rofl:

for working Webelos in there.

...for "We are lost".

...the insane asylum, where Crazy Karl checked himself in for bi-polar disorder, schizophrenia, violent pyrophilia, Crazy Bastard Disorder, and kidnapping Cloris at knife...

into a sort of mush of muscle, bone and hair. When he was happy with the consistency, he poured her gooey remains into a series of tubes, about an inch across in the middle. Slipping on his maintenance worker gear, he sealed up the tubes and snuck into the hotel's basement, and put the tubes in the back of the deep freezer. 2 days later he returned, picked up these even divided tubes of Cloris, and returned to his room, where he quickly extracted the now solid cylinders of gore and began slicing it into sections about an 1/8th of an inch across. Karl filled a heavy burlap sack with Cloris chips, and went down to the hotel lobby, which was also the hottest gambling floor in Vegas. Karl played the slots like a man possessed, eventually winning the $1,000,000 jackpot. However, much to his dismay, the hotel managers discovered his meat quarters, and disqualified his winnings because he hadn't played with real currency. In a rare moment of clarity, Karl acknowledged that this was a good

:rofl:

till at last he finished, thrusting her, exhausted, past her release

...from the film Roger and Me. Karl gave particular attention to places where Michael Moore attempted to confront Roger. By the time the couple reached the Chuck-E-Cheeze that issued Moore's discount card, Cloris asked to go home. She had been too polite to say she had never seen the film and had hoped Karl would figure that out at some....

They walked past crate after crate of crying felines, til at last Karl spied a stunning Siamese mix. He smiled at Cloris, intoxicated by her loveliness, even under the fluorescent lights. He took the cat out and the three of them bonded instantly.

"Oh darling, she's beautiful! What shall we name her?" Cloris queried.

"We must name her after you, dearest...Our little Kit Cloris," Karl replied.

"Kit Cloris...Kit Cloris...What does that remind me of?"

"I can't imagine, sweetheart."

Alas, Cloris lacked in wit all that she possessed in physical allure. Karl would have explained; but there was no...

this secluded spot on the slope of the volcano where they had first consummated their love even though the ground was sharp with obsidian flakes from the last eruption and the vultures had an unnerving way of circling overhead so when Cloris lay underneath Karl's heaving body waiting for him to finish, she watched the great black birds turning and turning in the widening gyre -- Cloris always though of this phrase when she saw the vultures; she had been an English major until she dropped out of college to pursue a career in invertebrate taxidermy -- and Karl thought sadly as he parked his acid-green Peugeot along the side of the road while Cloris pensively flossed her remaining teeth with the string from Karl's crossbow that this would be the place where he could tell her good-bye before he caught the next overcrowded Cleveland-bound airplane staffed by boxy, irritable flight attendants in order to marry the dim but succulent Natasha; but as he opened the car door he realized to his horror that Cloris was motioning to the ever-circling vultures while filing her left upper canine tooth to a shiny, fatal...

Except mine - it's kinda lame.

just let it roll off your fingertips

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