the monkey trainer

in case he ...

was  a nervous

bear's den.

The Night Was Stormy.  
The car turned down the lane towards the house aglow with light from the lightning.
The dog howled a mournful sound.  "I like cheese."  That dog spoke???
"My name's SPIKE!  Here`s my bone fida diploma from the dog school."
I turned the key in the lock but it seemed the door was melting away.

Oblivia stood in the doorway, barefoot, with a towel, only nothing else,  
and  stared into the eyes of the dog creeping across the ceiling.  
Flardox`s spirit was crossing the universe, powered by trampoline.
Then she asked, "How is school?"
Nonchalantly he replied, "Now, take this bus to Cuba!"

"Exact change, please," said a voice from the car parked on the side of the road where
the bus stood.  "Please hand me your worn and tattered boots and scarves, it said ominously.  

"Flardox!" said Oblivia, "What hast thou done with the key to the Rabid Monkey Cage?"
"I ate it!" said the driver, with a burp.  "I left the cat on the bus and said, 'Stay!'"  
She didn't want to cry in front of the monkey trainer in case he was a nervous.

"Bearsden Express to Scotland...  

... Hebrides, and Donegal...

and other locales

the clogged toilet

doesn't quite reach

to the S-bend

A healthy dump

does a body

A little randomness is fun, but this makes no sense at all.
Can we at least make an effort?  I was aiming for creative
and funny. I thought I jumped through some pretty impressive
hoops back there, trying to keep this story coherent.
Instead of throwing in random toilet references that are not
remotely clever or humorous, can we read the story and say
something that can be vaguely connected somehow?  

The Night Was Stormy
The car turned down the lane towards the house aglow with light from the lightning.
The dog howled a mournful sound.  "I like cheese."  That dog spoke???
"My name's SPIKE!  Here`s my bone fide diploma from the dog school."
I turned the key in the lock but it seemed the door was melting away.

Oblivia stood in the doorway, barefoot, with a towel, only nothing else,  
and  stared into the eyes of the dog creeping across the ceiling.  
Flardox`s spirit was crossing the universe, powered by trampoline.
Then she asked, "How is school?"
Nonchalantly he replied, "Now, take this bus to Cuba!"

"Exact change, please," said a voice from the car parked on the side of the road where
the bus stood.  "Please hand me your worn and tattered boots and scarves," it said ominously.  

"Flardox!" said Oblivia, "What hast thou done with the key to the Rabid Monkey Cage?"
"I ate it!" said the driver, with a burp.  "I left the cat on the bus and said, 'Stay!'"  
She didn't want to cry in front of the monkey trainer in case he was nervous.

Bearsden Express to Scotland, Hebrides, and Donegal and other locales

shouted the driver,

[quote=Galinda Arduenna]

A little randomness is fun, but this makes no sense at all.
Can we at least make an effort?  I was aiming for creative
and funny. I thought I jumped through some pretty impressive
hoops back there, trying to keep this story coherent.
Instead of throwing in random toilet references that are not
remotely clever or humorous, can we read the story and say
something that can be vaguely connected somehow?  

This is not part of the story arc, but a suggestion: I think it'd be easier, for coherencies sake, to have each poster do a sentence each, rather than three words.  There's less chance of "toilet humor" rearing its ugly head in a full sentence, and not so much room for drift, although still scope for some inventive dialogue or plot.  

Not a paragraph, I should add, but a simple sentence.  Just a suggestion!
Alison