The nonsense thread

[Baron Von Marlon]

The point is constructing a sentence (or several) that doesn't make any sense. It's simple but you have to be creative.
The easiest way is making strange combinations. Names, jobs, locations, animals,...
And no stuff that relates to actual life. Or the Alien movies.



Billy-Bob, a Nicarguan antique furniture salesman, grew tired of his pet penguins and started fabricating chess pieces shaped like deceased African political figures. Shortly after he died due to cellery complications.

[Huggs]

Oh Brother Marlon, you've hit the nonsense button.

I've been doing this for years, although slightly different. Locked in a battle of poetry and gibberish with my cousin. The idea has always been to cause the other to laugh while in public. I tend to make up my own words, which is why I usually win. Let the mayhem begin, though gently.


Alas, I threw the suckle duck toward the flaming potato machine. A dry hooka merchant raised the crust of mumson, in allegiance to my fort blister. Surely someone partook of the chaos tarts before jungle bob hailed the gurney?

To gristle the chin with evil oats is for the weak, but before the day is out I'll empty my sandwich for less than five cicero.

I laughed and felt it was not lacking in laughter, yet I spoke of it.

I love to spend the yummy time in comprehensive pigeon whacking.



Perhaps once this is going and I feel safe enough, I'll share the tale of Dick O'Leeney and his Cream Corns. As well as Marco Stinko and Uncle Felston's journey aboard the SS Marijuana.

[Baron Von Marlon]

Bengali squirrels need a least 5 used tennis rackets in order to gain entrance to the Saharan eskimo casino.

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I think you catch my drift. Except for the last one. Those foods and eating terms make to much sense together.
Your tale certainly sounds interesting but I'm not sure how it would fit. Maybe for another thread where we create some strange story together?

[Huggs]

It has been replaced.

Fat lips Malone lost a shoe in the Cornado, as Wisco Plum Charlie lent his rear to the salutation ointment.

Shall I set the warp melons for superfluous comb action?

[Baron Von Marlon]

Lady Leroy made delicious lampshade bricks. Perfect for advertising your loved ones' hep c infection.

I laughed and felt it was not lacking in laughter, yet I spoke of it.

Laughing and laughter go together. Laughing and speaking too sorta. I do like your writing. It's poetic compared to mine.

I defecated and felt it was not lacking in laughter, yet I wrote about it.

[Immortan Jonesy]

My name is Shambhala, your laughs are my blood and your thoughts my favorite game. I'm recording this from my lair, a place located on the deeps of the steel water sea. My next mission is to look for some sweet fractals, I'm starving.

[Huggs]

Were I an orange unicycle, I would sing of the evermore, and the old squirt onion.

[Baron Von Marlon]

Marius traded Russian ant farms with descendants of Confederate soldiers in return for yellow kitchen objects.

[Immortan Jonesy]

I witnessed a sighting of a copulating couple that metamorphoses into an alligator, but that's because I'm a bleeding fruit. My girlfriend, a plant that grows into roughly the shape of a chair and is subsequently made into one, was there as well. But she didn't see the same thing as I. According to her, we have been the witness of an "extremely beautiful and visionary senseless machine". But I'm skeptical about it.

[Huggs]

Close and near yet not to see, which is where I saw the sea, I amused four lerfens of the Sainted Galgerie. I inserted both of foot as the friar shook the book. Tickle time's my fancy, wear the goggles, take a look.

[Baron Von Marlon]

The ice cream and dead killer whale made an excellent stethoscope for Francois and his league of backstreet ballerinas. Now they finally could taste the the Romanian asphalt like real Martian soldiers. Needless to say it was blue with hints of intantile big toes.

[TheSailingRabbit]

If a thousand rabbits thump their hind legs all at once, it causes an earthquake, which destroys the World of Cacti exhibit in Greenland. Some cacti float down to the Bahamas, where they stick to the beach and look like a cactus version of the Atlantic Wall in Normandy. The cacti all start blooming brightly colored flowers that sway and shoot neon beams into the sky, providing a dance party for the rabbits.

I f**king love cacti.

[Voodoo Magic]

The strongest man on Earth uses his cold nipples to cut through a giant iceberg opening a portal to a world of intelligent kangroos upset with Brexit as a tattoo on my back which angers my wife.

[Immortan Jonesy]

The Dodecahedron, a ethernal being with twelve mouths & an endless hunger, is the apex predator in the steel waters sea. Now, a team of researches from the Pontifical University of the Dragonosphere is documenting, via real time footage, the hunting of one of these deadly consciousness while the entity is stalking its prey: a celestial Jukebox. The predator starts the attack by coding (i∂ - m) ψ = 0, which, like sharp teeth cutting through the jugular vein, seriously injures the poor Jukebox. The music device starts playing Highway to Hell by AC / DC as a sign of agony. Then, more Dodecahedra come to the tragic scene like sharks being attracted by the blood of their damned victim. Once the hunters have killed the musical machine, which until not so long ago was utterly happy; they begin to feed from it and digest such a food by means of algorithms. These serve to create a black hole which transports the meal to their entrails. Finally, the waste is discarded and emerges from the other side of the vortex in the form of dark matter.

[Baron Von Marlon]

For a recently discovered new type of loafer, the resolution was quite low compared to the amounts of seaweed found in the attic. Such antics would never occur with a Samoan vacuum cleaner cleaner.