Three Word Baseball Story Number 2

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because I love him!," shouted a nearby woman - Clete Thomas' wife.

"Susie?!?" Clete called.

"Go Away, Clete!"

"Haha." Brandon laughed.

Clete committed suicide. Brandon and Susie started making out, then up walked suicidal Todd Jones.

"What the heck is Todd Jones drinking antifreeze for?" asked Brandon.

"He feels as if he should die," said Jones, speaking in third-person.

"Performance-enhancing drugs must be to blame," said Susie.

"Your so emo," began Brandon Inge, "even a blind squirrel can breathe".

"What?" asked Susie.

"Starting fluid copiously poured," retorted Inge.

"What are you talking about?" asked Susie.

"Incense and Peppermints meaningless nouns!"

"Forget it, I hate you!"

With that, Susie left and Brandon stayed crazy.

Meanwhile, Jim Leyland started stinking, still dead. His widow accused Inge of murder. Inge denied everything despite being guilty. He thought that lying would help. However, it wouldn't help - the evidence proved that he was guilty.

At the trial, Brandon slipped on oil and died.

Then, a person named Zach Miner took creative liberties and stole Inge's body, along with Clete's. He took them, awkwardly hoisting each above his head, home so that his dog, Sparky, could eat them. The police were non-suspicious because they're incompetent.

Jones, still alive, died - some cared. Gdennis59, the most upset, cried significantly. After a few days, he stopped crying. Miraculously, Todd Jones' mother didn't cry.

So days passed and nothing happened. But after awhile,

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because I love him!," shouted a nearby woman - Clete Thomas' wife.

"Susie?!?" Clete called.

"Go Away, Clete!"

"Haha." Brandon laughed.

Clete committed suicide. Brandon and Susie started making out, then up walked suicidal Todd Jones.

"What the heck is Todd Jones drinking antifreeze for?" asked Brandon.

"He feels as if he should die," said Jones, speaking in third-person.

"Performance-enhancing drugs must be to blame," said Susie.

"Your so emo," began Brandon Inge, "even a blind squirrel can breathe".

"What?" asked Susie.

"Starting fluid copiously poured," retorted Inge.

"What are you talking about?" asked Susie.

"Incense and Peppermints meaningless nouns!"

"Forget it, I hate you!"

With that, Susie left and Brandon stayed crazy.

Meanwhile, Jim Leyland started stinking, still dead. His widow accused Inge of murder. Inge denied everything despite being guilty. He thought that lying would help. However, it wouldn't help - the evidence proved that he was guilty.

At the trial, Brandon slipped on oil and died.

Then, a person named Zach Miner took creative liberties and stole Inge's body, along with Clete's. He took them, awkwardly hoisting each above his head, home so that his dog, Sparky, could eat them. The police were non-suspicious because they're incompetent.

Jones, still alive, died - some cared. Gdennis59, the most upset, cried significantly. After a few days, he stopped crying. Miraculously, Todd Jones' mother didn't cry.

So days passed and nothing happened. But after awhile, something boring happened -

Dark, stormy night

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because I love him!," shouted a nearby woman - Clete Thomas' wife.

"Susie?!?" Clete called.

"Go Away, Clete!"

"Haha." Brandon laughed.

Clete committed suicide. Brandon and Susie started making out, then up walked suicidal Todd Jones.

"What the heck is Todd Jones drinking antifreeze for?" asked Brandon.

"He feels as if he should die," said Jones, speaking in third-person.

"Performance-enhancing drugs must be to blame," said Susie.

"Your so emo," began Brandon Inge, "even a blind squirrel can breathe".

"What?" asked Susie.

"Starting fluid copiously poured," retorted Inge.

"What are you talking about?" asked Susie.

"Incense and Peppermints meaningless nouns!"

"Forget it, I hate you!"

With that, Susie left and Brandon stayed crazy.

Meanwhile, Jim Leyland started stinking, still dead. His widow accused Inge of murder. Inge denied everything despite being guilty. He thought that lying would help. However, it wouldn't help - the evidence proved that he was guilty.

At the trial, Brandon slipped on oil and died.

Then, a person named Zach Miner took creative liberties and stole Inge's body, along with Clete's. He took them, awkwardly hoisting each above his head, home so that his dog, Sparky, could eat them. The police were non-suspicious because they're incompetent.

Jones, still alive, died - some cared. Gdennis59, the most upset, cried significantly. After a few days, he stopped crying. Miraculously, Todd Jones' mother didn't cry.

So days passed and nothing happened. But after awhile, something boring happened on a dark, stormy night -

Mamma Mia was

playing in theatres

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because I love him!," shouted a nearby woman - Clete Thomas' wife.

"Susie?!?" Clete called.

"Go Away, Clete!"

"Haha." Brandon laughed.

Clete committed suicide. Brandon and Susie started making out, then up walked suicidal Todd Jones.

"What the heck is Todd Jones drinking antifreeze for?" asked Brandon.

"He feels as if he should die," said Jones, speaking in third-person.

"Performance-enhancing drugs must be to blame," said Susie.

"Your so emo," began Brandon Inge, "even a blind squirrel can breathe".

"What?" asked Susie.

"Starting fluid copiously poured," retorted Inge.

"What are you talking about?" asked Susie.

"Incense and Peppermints meaningless nouns!"

"Forget it, I hate you!"

With that, Susie left and Brandon stayed crazy.

Meanwhile, Jim Leyland started stinking, still dead. His widow accused Inge of murder. Inge denied everything despite being guilty. He thought that lying would help. However, it wouldn't help - the evidence proved that he was guilty.

At the trial, Brandon slipped on oil and died.

Then, a person named Zach Miner took creative liberties and stole Inge's body, along with Clete's. He took them, awkwardly hoisting each above his head, home so that his dog, Sparky, could eat them. The police were non-suspicious because they're incompetent.

Jones, still alive, died - some cared. Gdennis59, the most upset, cried significantly. After a few days, he stopped crying. Miraculously, Todd Jones' mother didn't cry.

So days passed and nothing happened. But after awhile, something boring happened on a dark, stormy night - Mamma Mia was playing in theatres and Verlander went.

Because his girlfriend

made him go

see such a

lame ass movie

Justin decided to

wear a fake

beard and glasses

so that people

in the theatre

would not recongnize

and hound him

for his autograph

Plus Justin was

so ashamed to

be watching such

garbage in a

public setting, so

hence his disguise

Hey, you're only supposed to go once! :haha: We're supposed to take turns! I only used the first one you said...

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because I love him!," shouted a nearby woman - Clete Thomas' wife.

"Susie?!?" Clete called.

"Go Away, Clete!"

"Haha." Brandon laughed.

Clete committed suicide. Brandon and Susie started making out, then up walked suicidal Todd Jones.

"What the heck is Todd Jones drinking antifreeze for?" asked Brandon.

"He feels as if he should die," said Jones, speaking in third-person.

"Performance-enhancing drugs must be to blame," said Susie.

"Your so emo," began Brandon Inge, "even a blind squirrel can breathe".

"What?" asked Susie.

"Starting fluid copiously poured," retorted Inge.

"What are you talking about?" asked Susie.

"Incense and Peppermints meaningless nouns!"

"Forget it, I hate you!"

With that, Susie left and Brandon stayed crazy.

Meanwhile, Jim Leyland started stinking, still dead. His widow accused Inge of murder. Inge denied everything despite being guilty. He thought that lying would help. However, it wouldn't help - the evidence proved that he was guilty.

At the trial, Brandon slipped on oil and died.

Then, a person named Zach Miner took creative liberties and stole Inge's body, along with Clete's. He took them, awkwardly hoisting each above his head, home so that his dog, Sparky, could eat them. The police were non-suspicious because they're incompetent.

Jones, still alive, died - some cared. Gdennis59, the most upset, cried significantly. After a few days, he stopped crying. Miraculously, Todd Jones' mother didn't cry.

So days passed and nothing happened. But after awhile, something boring happened on a dark, stormy night - Mamma Mia was playing in theatres and Verlander went because his girlfriend wasn't home. Justin

discovered popcorn grease

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because I love him!," shouted a nearby woman - Clete Thomas' wife.

"Susie?!?" Clete called.

"Go Away, Clete!"

"Haha." Brandon laughed.

Clete committed suicide. Brandon and Susie started making out, then up walked suicidal Todd Jones.

"What the heck is Todd Jones drinking antifreeze for?" asked Brandon.

"He feels as if he should die," said Jones, speaking in third-person.

"Performance-enhancing drugs must be to blame," said Susie.

"Your so emo," began Brandon Inge, "even a blind squirrel can breathe".

"What?" asked Susie.

"Starting fluid copiously poured," retorted Inge.

"What are you talking about?" asked Susie.

"Incense and Peppermints meaningless nouns!"

"Forget it, I hate you!"

With that, Susie left and Brandon stayed crazy.

Meanwhile, Jim Leyland started stinking, still dead. His widow accused Inge of murder. Inge denied everything despite being guilty. He thought that lying would help. However, it wouldn't help - the evidence proved that he was guilty.

At the trial, Brandon slipped on oil and died.

Then, a person named Zach Miner took creative liberties and stole Inge's body, along with Clete's. He took them, awkwardly hoisting each above his head, home so that his dog, Sparky, could eat them. The police were non-suspicious because they're incompetent.

Jones, still alive, died - some cared. Gdennis59, the most upset, cried significantly. After a few days, he stopped crying. Miraculously, Todd Jones' mother didn't cry.

So days passed and nothing happened. But after awhile, something boring happened on a dark, stormy night - Mamma Mia was playing in theatres and Verlander went because his girlfriend wasn't home. Justin discovered popcorn grease on his pants

Justin was not

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because I love him!," shouted a nearby woman - Clete Thomas' wife.

"Susie?!?" Clete called.

"Go Away, Clete!"

"Haha." Brandon laughed.

Clete committed suicide. Brandon and Susie started making out, then up walked suicidal Todd Jones.

"What the heck is Todd Jones drinking antifreeze for?" asked Brandon.

"He feels as if he should die," said Jones, speaking in third-person.

"Performance-enhancing drugs must be to blame," said Susie.

"Your so emo," began Brandon Inge, "even a blind squirrel can breathe".

"What?" asked Susie.

"Starting fluid copiously poured," retorted Inge.

"What are you talking about?" asked Susie.

"Incense and Peppermints meaningless nouns!"

"Forget it, I hate you!"

With that, Susie left and Brandon stayed crazy.

Meanwhile, Jim Leyland started stinking, still dead. His widow accused Inge of murder. Inge denied everything despite being guilty. He thought that lying would help. However, it wouldn't help - the evidence proved that he was guilty.

At the trial, Brandon slipped on oil and died.

Then, a person named Zach Miner took creative liberties and stole Inge's body, along with Clete's. He took them, awkwardly hoisting each above his head, home so that his dog, Sparky, could eat them. The police were non-suspicious because they're incompetent.

Jones, still alive, died - some cared. Gdennis59, the most upset, cried significantly. After a few days, he stopped crying. Miraculously, Todd Jones' mother didn't cry.

So days passed and nothing happened. But after awhile, something boring happened on a dark, stormy night - Mamma Mia was playing in theatres and Verlander went because his girlfriend wasn't home. Justin discovered popcorn grease on his pants. Justin was not upset - he loved