Structured Chaos
 

RULES OF STRUCTURED CHAOS
1. The winner of a phase of structured chaos shall choose the next phase.

Compose an anecdote, story or some sort of poetry concerning a sandwich. It is also permissible to submit sandwich pictures. This is a challenge.

Winner takes the prize. Onions are preferable content.

Tears well in my eyes,

Knife slices through paper skin,

Ham and cheese await

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I see you at the club and you bettah have a sammich for me
with a toothpick so it don't become a victim uh gravity
makin bread like scott baio, ham with extra mayo
forget custard, I start spreadin niggas like mustard
I'll throw salt in ya face, some peppah for a chase
I just cant stop lickin while im tossin in da chicken
my lips, my hips, ya slip into tha danger zone
blood floats in your throat as you choke on a chicken bone

Ahem, a poem:

Reflections on a Lifeguard Ejecting a Witch from the Beach

"Get out of the sand, witch!"

Cool raps, Murder Doll suprised me.


One day i was making a sandwich, i added what i had thought to be lettuce and took a giant bite. I spit it out because it was Cabbage, that was putrid.

A haiku:

Two slices of bread
Warm, sharp cheese and prosciutto
Make friends; no onions

what can I say? I'm a master wordsmith.

oh and I don't really like sandwiches but cabbage > lettuce

Seriously? In all instances?

The structured chaos has ended.

Phase 1 winner:

Murder Doll

A rule has arisen!

Rule 1 of structured chaos:
The winner of a phase shall choose the next structured chaos.

Murder Doll, choose your chaos!

Fuck, I was just about to go cut my finger of while making a sandwich and videotape it, I'm sure glad I .looked at page 2 first... huhu.

Well, I was just going to make it look like a severed a finger, and title it Sambo, first blood, but I won't bother now.

Save your creative juices (pun intended) for phase two.

Dolly, we await your declaration.

accidental amputation

A staggering 44E cup, Miranda Mounds had everything she needed for a career in adult film and one thing she did not; a Hitler moustache. So, she went to the porn audition with a bag on her head. With her generous hips and medicine ball sized buttocks to supplement her pulchritude, nobody seemed to mind that her face was hidden. It was a testament to her amazonian build and her unstoppable coital fervor that not once did the gentlemen she auditioned with require the services of her mouth. But, she was undone when the producers asked for proof of age: her driver's license photo of course displayed a prominent Hitler moustache. The producers looked at the photo, looked at the bag on her head and put two and two together. They told her to come back when that Nazi abomination on her face was shaved off. Miranda returned home and took from the trunk of family heirlooms in her attic a straight razor from her great grandfather's days as a homicidal Victorian barber. And she shaved off that moustache. As well as a Hitler moustache, Miranda suffered from two other issues: one was a hereditary hand tremor, the other an addiction to Morphine. Thus, while she did indeed manage to remove her moustache she also removed her nose. For most people this would be a tragedy, but for a woman in the adult film industry, like Miranda, it was a gimmick. Where some see a gaping flesh wound, others see a fresh, exciting orifice...

Wow, for the first time you made amputee porn not fun for me. :(

bah - my haiku was brilliant and mentioned onions /

STUDENT 1: Hey, where's your arm gone?

STUDENT 2: Uh, I don't know.

you can't hack the tactics of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic

Great Job MD, I didnt know you were into rap.

Murderdoll = I.C.P

not really into rap, I like hip-hop even though there isn't really much good hiphop to listen to now and there is zero good rap to listen to.

Dolly has not chosen a winner. We need a winner and a new rule!