Syra, NY Five Word Per Post Story by Viceroy_NuteGunray and everyone else.

to the nearest person wearing

 

My lurid, technicolour tutu, that

 

once belonged to the famous

 

Tiny Tim. Tiptoeing through the

 

remains of the giant slimy

 

bucket of dead toads put

 

there by lubricated Gungans, the

 

following day the bucket was

 

urinated in by a drunken

 

Leprechaun all the way from

 

Bothawui. The imagination of a

 

Hutt combined with the wealth

 

of a Bothan can cause

 

Mass amounts of spontaneous combustion

 

in the lower regions of

 

my pants. The very next

 

day, these same pants were

 

worn by Mr Bean when

 

He realized that they resembled

 

his usual brown pants. This

 

is when he had a

 

wardrobe malfunction in the colouring

 

from washing them with coffee.

 

A blue single-wheeled car was

 

busily attempting to attack him