<p>Story 1</p>
<p>Once upon a time, there was a moose named Gifford Plumpelton. He was dumb. All he dreamed of was to attend some university called Columbia University. His love wasn't really Columbia. But he thought it was Columbia. It seemed perfect since he liked drugs. One afternoon he drove around the streets, crying for his mother, a stupid guy. Then he lost track of his bearded goat Jolby. Silly string could cause Gifford to puke the Jolby all over himself. It was so edible.</p>
<p>At first, though Gifford was frightened, he didn't scream. He threw the silly string at his best friend. He stole peanuts from the balloon man. After the show circus, Jolby returned to death.</p>
<p>Gifford, afraid to buy condoms, doggie-style, rolled on his back and played dead to keep Jolby's ghost at bay. All of the sudden, a large whale did a nose-dive, and in great fear, Jolby's ghost went back to hell. Gifford pulled himself off of the ground, and peered into the large, fiery pit that was quickly closing in the pavement. Enormous strippers frolicked and giggled profusely while Jolby drooled.</p>
<p>Sometimes Jolby despised Gifford. It was because Gifford was WAY sexier than him; he was just jealous. Jolby's sexiness couldnt compare to Gifford's. When Gifford walked into a room, it was like BAM! sexiness, and all the ladies would talk to him. Jolby became depressed because he didn't receive any attention; he was the saddest thing one could ever see.</p>
<p>Nevertheless he ate his Wheaties daily, because he wanted be a champion. And not just any kind of champion; he wanted to be a champion water polo player. Yet, this was difficult, because he was a goat. He had to trim his hair very short so that he would not be weighed down by the water.</p>
<p>Gifford decided to learn water polo too; they had a game. It wasn't a game of polo. But rather a match of wits, which strangely the goat won....because he was actually able to read--cover to cover--My Pet Goat. After sitting still for ten minutes while the world fell apart, Jolby decided that he did not want to be Gifford's pet anymore. Gifford, being dumb, was then forced into labor in a Vietnamese sweatshop. He needed to make some money to support himself. So he began investing in the stock market, and met with some success. And remember, kids, a rich goat is a happy goat. </p>
<p>FIN.</p>
<p>Story 2</p>
<p>Let us start ANEW. Sentences instead of words this round. Copy and paste the entire story with your added sentence. Let's see if we can't make something semi-coherent this time. :) </p>
<p>To begin....</p>
<p>It was a dark and stormy night.</p>