Finish my Sentence

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, I was he. Chuck spoke "hello child..." That's all I could hear because my eardrums....
 
disintegrate and then reintegrate but this time each thing had a zipper attached so you could just...
 
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...have a quick peek at the Chuckness of All whenever the urge struck you, for The Living God had - in His infinite wisdom...
 
covering on my trip to rajasthan which starts tomorrow and will last 30 days, This vacation should be educational and fun said
 
chuck norris would climb out of his forehead and bless him, and he would be as a god. This....
 
...no-one watch, but no-one cared. He was shunned for all eternity. In the black void in which he resided, he developed a device that had the power to.....
 
create fact into fiction, which, therefore, he used on his own stupid reality of a "Finish my sentence" thread in SciForums and came out of it and posessed the best member he could find, namely Rosnet, but what he did not know, oh, what he never dreamed of was that he would still be stuck with his same old world, being forced to post in the thread and thus make his own reality more and more absurd, which act he got tired of soon, and taking a peek at all the Determinism and Freewill threads, he decided (not doubt being influenced by Rosnet's own way of thinking) that he had Free Will, so, after filling in everyone briefly (?) on what had happened, he took off, unaware that...
 
the benefits of his remarkable thoughts, one of which was the wish that people would start taking up the challenge of constructing one whole uninterrupted sentence instead of stopping the precious one and starting anew, a wish which, of course, would be...
 
Mr. and Mrs. Treacle were preparing for the wedding that afternoon of their daughter Amanda to Tim, son of Mr. and Mrs. Cockfoster 3 doors down (it was a tight-knit community). "Ooh hang on, Mr. Treacle," Mrs. Treacle exclaimed, "yiv got a blob o' jam on yi' coller. Now you just wait there while I fetch a dishcloth yi silly old moo, honest to goodness, I don't know, whatever next".

Little did Mrs. Treacle know but, at the exact moment that she was pulling the dishcloth from the cupboard under the sink, 6 million light years away, in another dimension, in darkest Cleethorpes...
 
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