Time again for another 3 word story. For those of you who have never played it is simple. Continue the story but you can only use 3 words…
I am a
zestful and nubile
actuary, seeking a
spicy pickled herring
, for statistical jiggerrypokery
Of fleshy bits
. Jiggerypoked fleshy bits
soaked in brine
. However, last Tuesday
, alien fleshy bits
slipped by as
His Grace squatted
over the dog
-eared copy of
-fered to passersby
“Herring?” said I
“Bit of sciatica.”
“Happens 'round dogs.”
But regardless, hypothesizing
(a disgusting habit),