The Never Ending Aussie Story

Saw this on another board and thought I would bring it here. I will start with 3 words, then you add 3, and so on, and we will make a never-ending story.





On Sunday morning

 

before the sun

 

rose from the

 

eastern side of

 

my big red

 

tree, next to

 

Thomson Wheelbarrow McGreggor

 

whom looked like

 

my hairy aunt

 

an elephant ate

 

what looked like

 

rotten snails and

 

horses. This meant

 

the elephant was

 

not really real

 

but a pot smoking hippie with

 

paranoia issues, which

 

made him slap

 

RetroGroovy_grrl around with

 

A large trout