I'm sure we used to have this on here. But I haven't seen it for a while, and it always gets people going. You know the way it works. The next person continues the story where it left off. No essays though. The more people get to join in the stranger it becomes. OK. Fred was a potter from Bristol. He was the finest potter in all the land and people flocked from all over the world to buy his pot. However, Fred wasn't happy being a potter and was only in the buisness because his father wanted it. What he really wanted to be was a....
...juggler. Yes, Fred had grown tired of making pots and pandering to the wishes of his transgendered father, and wanted to make jugs instead. Big jugs which...
held delicious wine. However, this happened to be somewhat problematic as Fred's father was devoutly opposed to alcohol, and seeing as the jugs were specifically and exclusively intended to contain beverages of an alcoholic nature, Fred was sure that his father would immediately disown him were he to find out about Fred's jug making. To get around this problem, Fred...
wrote words like "cream", "milk", "some other dairy product" and "sex chocolate" on the front of the jugs to try and fool the old bugger...it seemed to work just fine, until...
