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The Story
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This has huge FAIL potential...but who cares, amiright?
Similar to the "One Word" thread. Write one sentence that continues the story...we'll see where we end up. I'll start. It was a cold, dark and blustery evening.
Have you seen my baseball?
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The Jacksonville Jaguars were preparing for the biggest game in the history of the franchise.
I was wrong about Trent Baalke.
Head coach Gus Bradley had gathered his coaching staff together for a secretive late night meeting.
Behind him was the unmistakeable clink of chains as the individual known only as "Bubblegum" waddled into sight.
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"I told you not to come back Gratz," said Bradley.
I was wrong about Trent Baalke.
Quote:"I'm heading to LA to play for the Rams" said Gratz"You do know that sprinkles are known to the State of California to be a cause of cancer?" Bradley responds.
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"Enough of this talk....it is time" croaked the wise but aged Master Kiffin and with that the fugitive know as Bubblegum was heaved into the center of the room, he watched on helplessly as the group surrounded and closed in around him, "We Believe" they chanted in a low but ominous voice, "We Believe........We Believe....We Believe".....
It was known as "The Windy City", and for good reason; the wind was howling like a wolf on a mountain top on a full moon.
Have you seen my baseball?
2 stool softeners and a coffee later, homebiscuit's blockage was gone.
When you get into the endzone, act like you've been there before.
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Unfortunately, so was his plumbing.
What in the Wide Wide World of Sports is agoin' on here???
HB immediately gets to the design of the first automatic, timed enema bag.
If something can corrupt you, you're corrupted already.
- Bob Marley
Unfortunately, his prototype design suffers from a defective pressure relief valve.
When you get into the endzone, act like you've been there before.
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After hours of detailed study, HB assembled his team and prepared to test his prototype.
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