SA Footy 3 word Story game

[BenchedEagle]

"No chance" said

[Snaggletooth Tiger]

Michelangelo Rucci who

[BenchedEagle]

at the time

[PhilG]

..

[Snaggletooth Tiger]

Port Adelaide's clacka

[Booney]

"sweeeeeet!" said Rucc

[Punk Rooster]

, I hate SANFL

[BenchedEagle]

because it makes

[Booney]

my mate Studley

[Snaggletooth Tiger]

reminisce past glories

[Wedgie]

People don't try and fit too much into 3 words, try and keep it comprehensively correct most importantly.
(it got a bit out of hand in the last 24 hours)
Summary so far:

Mal went to the local pub and had a beer with friends, he felt hungry and ate a Whopper, he felt so sick afterwards he suddenly vomitted and then Punky said to him and Matty Elliot, "You can't bat like me so, why don't you barrack for Norwood" but he declined and in walked Chris Bones McDermott and Specky McGee. He puked again so then mal grabbed Punky and wiped his mouth with a huge Glenelg jumper worn by Chris McDermott.
Punky freaked out North's former coach by calling him North's greatest coach then shouted "bollocks" past, present, future.
Bones said "You astute judge of nothing, how can I get along with someone lacking such social graces".
The Punky said to his mate "C'mon you Bays!" while stabbing snaggletooth then police arrived, suggested cavity search.
Punk was found to be lacking complete self control when his ass started singing "Tigerland" with 500 piece orchestra backup dressed in khaki.
The police said "arrest all Glenelg supporters at once".
Along came Wedgie, he screamed "NEVER LICK THE FREEZER during the sabbath or you will barrack for Westies!".
Suddenly the group realised that the Snouts Louts were trapped inside of the new bar or maybe toilet definitely in denial.
"Lets save them some money by leaving them there, dispensing beer from places not washed.
Then everyone went "Buy a Budget!" from a bloke that sells raffle who looks like a man down syndrome has affected with great powers.
Snouts louts are visiting Hanson Road for no reason but find Punk, he's with Wedgie and BPRPB is always at home for the phone in case telemarketers sell North Adelaide adult stuff in the colour pink.
Aren't geraniums a Port thing too (the stolen variety).
All of a sudden the cock walked through the burning ring of Fire! BPRPB sang "black and gold gonna get rolled in dog shit on Unley Oval".
The local council put a fence bows to minority put a fence around Strathalbyn dogs.
Bayman is seriously having to pay the price for Hanson Rd visits to the crematorium and to the palace on Hindley St where people like to watch the drunks fight each other with some kind of whip made from like the one Pauline Hanson has in her Johnny Haysman handbag so the police grabbed him by the hidden tackle.
The sargeent said "This time Johnny, Johnny Be Gooooood!"
Johnny did his Gumboot shuffle to Jeezus of Suburbia whilst drinking a West End Draught from Pram Lady's kids and family prompting her to trap another bloke's genital, vice like between two huge rabid, slobbering rottweilers who think its (Dogs love Schmackos!).
Go the Weed yeah piss off that stupid damn, its leaking again, use your thumb, not your bum as it has stinking all day gerbil just died like this story.
Are you sure?
It is not going any where other than down your mum's bum and dad's bum where it belongs with the Dogs.
"End of Story!!" said Richard Hammond and Blinky Bill as did Snow.
Then we all said fu*k it right down the to the pub for a beer and some skimpies needing Constance Perm to show them how good it was, and could have been if I didn't enter them in the City to Bay because they were chicken dance and limbo professionals, who always brought their bikinis, which made for an unoly waft from near Glenelg Oval.
So the end of the story is never count your Chickens before they hatch but you can count on this story getting an award for being very outstanding piece of rubbish but Cornes said "Im always right!"
But nobody listened.
"Strike me Pink" said Kenneth George as Studley placed a feisty Gerbil where the Sun Gods are worshipped every Wednesday night while watching the sun go down during Eagles Training.
"Can we please win another flag"
"No chance" said Michelangelo Rucci who at the time was sucking up the Port Adelaide's sacka.
"Sweeeeeeeet!" said Rucc, "I hate SANFL because it makes my mate Studley reminisce past glories".

[the tractor]

when he wore

[Snaggletooth Tiger]

the number 12

[mighty_tiger_79]

in grand finals

[Wedgie]

and lost consistently

[mighty_tiger_79]

by big margins

[Squawk]

. The Octopus farmer

[BenchedEagle]

killed the story

[zipzap]

book children from

[power01]

three blind mice