The never-ending sentence game

[mclarensmps]

velvet track pants, that are soft to the touch, just like

 

[ashspet]

widdle baby wabbits that can be found in any

 

[Cobol74]

cartoon

 

[ashspet]

that plays on the television at 5 in the

 

[mclarensmps]

consisting of a hunter, that sounds suspiciously like ashspet, with a hat, a gun, a

 

[ashspet]

look of confusion and a clock that is saying

 

[mclarensmps]

it's time to get rid of me, and get a watch, because I'm so huge to lug around, that

 

[ashspet]

might prevent your hernia from reaching

 

[mclarensmps]

it's breaking point, after which it may even drop to below sea level, or even worse, but

 

[ashspet]

there is time to make a change, particularly when

 

[mclarensmps]

an army of baboons

 

[ashspet]

, armed with balloons, is advancing on

 

[mclarensmps]

a congregation of buffoons, besieging a

 

[ashspet]

20 year old caravan that is about to be

 

[pepitko]

chopped up by a team of

 

[ashspet]

French peasants that were travelling through Zaire on their way to

 

[mclarensmps]

tea and biscuits, before deciding

 

[ashspet]

whether or not to

 

[Cobol74]

crumble

 

[mclarensmps]

crumpets