The Greatest Story Ever Told.
 

The idea for this thread is one person post a sentence and the next person post a sentce to follow up that sentance and evetualy we will have THE GREATEST STORY EVER TOLD!

I'll start:

Once upon a time, in a far away village, there lived a man call Snazzelhopp.

Once upon a time, in a far away village, there lived a man call Snazzelhopp. Unlike most heroes of stories like this, Snazzelhopp wasn't a tiny, lovable creature who lived in a hole, cave, tree, or island paradise.

Once upon a time, in a far away village, there lived a man call Snazzelhopp. Unlike most heroes of stories like this, Snazzelhopp wasn't a tiny, lovable creature who lived in a hole, cave, tree, or island paradise. In fact, Snazzlehopp was far from tiny and just short of deplorable.

Once upon a time, in a far away village, there lived a man call Snazzelhopp. Unlike most heroes of stories like this, Snazzelhopp wasn't a tiny, lovable creature who lived in a hole, cave, tree, or island paradise. In fact, Snazzlehopp was far from tiny and just short of deplorable.

Snazzelhopp, a tall and lanky fellow, lived a life of leisure in the urban paradise and waste disposal center of Grungia.

Once upon a time, in a far away village, there lived a man call Snazzelhopp. Unlike most heroes of stories like this, Snazzelhopp wasn't a tiny, lovable creature who lived in a hole, cave, tree, or island paradise. In fact, Snazzlehopp was far from tiny and just short of deplorable.

Snazzelhopp, a tall and lanky fellow, lived a life of leisure in the urban paradise and waste disposal center of Grungia. Handsome, graceful, talented, and rich, Snazzlehopp was welcome wherever he went.

Once upon a time, in a far away village, there lived a man call Snazzelhopp. Unlike most heroes of stories like this, Snazzelhopp wasn't a tiny, lovable creature who lived in a hole, cave, tree, or island paradise. In fact, Snazzlehopp was far from tiny and just short of deplorable.

Snazzelhopp, a tall and lanky fellow, lived a life of leisure in the urban paradise and waste disposal center of Grungia. Handsome, graceful, talented, and rich, Snazzlehopp was welcome wherever he went.

Except the bakery.

Once upon a time, in a far away village, there lived a man call Snazzelhopp. Unlike most heroes of stories like this, Snazzelhopp wasn't a tiny, lovable creature who lived in a hole, cave, tree, or island paradise. In fact, Snazzlehopp was far from tiny and just short of deplorable.

Snazzelhopp, a tall and lanky fellow, lived a life of leisure in the urban paradise and waste disposal center of Grungia. Handsome, graceful, talented, and rich, Snazzlehopp was welcome wherever he went.

Except the bakery. Snazzelhopp had apologized for that unfortunate incident with the diaper but the bakery insisted he was banned for life.

Once upon a time, in a far away village, there lived a man call Snazzelhopp. Unlike most heroes of stories like this, Snazzelhopp wasn't a tiny, lovable creature who lived in a hole, cave, tree, or island paradise. In fact, Snazzlehopp was far from tiny and just short of deplorable.

Snazzelhopp, a tall and lanky fellow, lived a life of leisure in the urban paradise and waste disposal center of Grungia. Handsome, graceful, talented, and rich, Snazzlehopp was welcome wherever he went.

Except the bakery. Snazzelhopp had apologized for that unfortunate incident with the diaper but the bakery insisted he was banned for life. And this presented Snazzelhopp with no small problem, as he was awfully fond of a pain au chocolat with his morning coffee.

Once upon a time, in a far away village, there lived a man call Snazzelhopp. Unlike most heroes of stories like this, Snazzelhopp wasn't a tiny, lovable creature who lived in a hole, cave, tree, or island paradise. In fact, Snazzlehopp was far from tiny and just short of deplorable.

Snazzelhopp, a tall and lanky fellow, lived a life of leisure in the urban paradise and waste disposal center of Grungia. Handsome, graceful, talented, and rich, Snazzlehopp was welcome wherever he went.

Except the bakery. Snazzelhopp had apologized for that unfortunate incident with the diaper but the bakery insisted he was banned for life. And this presented Snazzelhopp with no small problem, as he was awfully fond of a pain au chocolat with his morning coffee.

And so, one day, Snazzelhopp set out from his house with his gun to go chocolat hunting.

Once upon a time, in a far away village, there lived a man call Snazzelhopp. Unlike most heroes of stories like this, Snazzelhopp wasn't a tiny, lovable creature who lived in a hole, cave, tree, or island paradise. In fact, Snazzlehopp was far from tiny and just short of deplorable.

Snazzelhopp, a tall and lanky fellow, lived a life of leisure in the urban paradise and waste disposal center of Grungia. Handsome, graceful, talented, and rich, Snazzlehopp was welcome wherever he went.

Except the bakery. Snazzelhopp had apologized for that unfortunate incident with the diaper but the bakery insisted he was banned for life. And this presented Snazzelhopp with no small problem, as he was awfully fond of a pain au chocolat with his morning coffee.

And so, one day, Snazzelhopp set out from his house with his gun to go chocolat hunting. He went to the chocolate feilds, where chocolate bunnies roamed free.

Once upon a time, in a far away village, there lived a man call Snazzelhopp. Unlike most heroes of stories like this, Snazzelhopp wasn't a tiny, lovable creature who lived in a hole, cave, tree, or island paradise. In fact, Snazzlehopp was far from tiny and just short of deplorable.

Snazzelhopp, a tall and lanky fellow, lived a life of leisure in the urban paradise and waste disposal center of Grungia. Handsome, graceful, talented, and rich, Snazzlehopp was welcome wherever he went.

Except the bakery. Snazzelhopp had apologized for that unfortunate incident with the diaper but the bakery insisted he was banned for life. And this presented Snazzelhopp with no small problem, as he was awfully fond of a pain au chocolat with his morning coffee.

And so, one day, Snazzelhopp set out from his house with his gun to go chocolat hunting. He went to the chocolate feilds, where chocolate bunnies roamed free. Of course, since he was looking for chocolat, Snazzelhopp had to engage each bunny in conversation before shooting them to determine if they spoke French.

Once upon a time, in a far away village, there lived a man call Snazzelhopp. Unlike most heroes of stories like this, Snazzelhopp wasn't a tiny, lovable creature who lived in a hole, cave, tree, or island paradise. In fact, Snazzlehopp was far from tiny and just short of deplorable.

Snazzelhopp, a tall and lanky fellow, lived a life of leisure in the urban paradise and waste disposal center of Grungia. Handsome, graceful, talented, and rich, Snazzlehopp was welcome wherever he went.

Except the bakery. Snazzelhopp had apologized for that unfortunate incident with the diaper but the bakery insisted he was banned for life. And this presented Snazzelhopp with no small problem, as he was awfully fond of a pain au chocolat with his morning coffee.

And so, one day, Snazzelhopp set out from his house with his gun to go chocolat hunting. He went to the chocolate fields, where chocolate bunnies roamed free. Of course, since he was looking for chocolat, Snazzelhopp had to engage each bunny in conversation before shooting them to determine if they spoke French. "Ecoutes bien, lapin en chocolat, car je vais te laisser deux options," he would say, pulling his beretta out of his underwear. "Première option, tu me dis tout de suite où tu caches ta réserve de chocolat. Deuxième option, je te tire dessus et après tu me dis ou tu caches ta réserve de chocolat."

Once upon a time, in a far away village, there lived a man call Snazzelhopp. Unlike most heroes of stories like this, Snazzelhopp wasn't a tiny, lovable creature who lived in a hole, cave, tree, or island paradise. In fact, Snazzlehopp was far from tiny and just short of deplorable.

Snazzelhopp, a tall and lanky fellow, lived a life of leisure in the urban paradise and waste disposal center of Grungia. Handsome, graceful, talented, and rich, Snazzlehopp was welcome wherever he went.

Except the bakery. Snazzelhopp had apologized for that unfortunate incident with the diaper but the bakery insisted he was banned for life. And this presented Snazzelhopp with no small problem, as he was awfully fond of a pain au chocolat with his morning coffee.

And so, one day, Snazzelhopp set out from his house with his gun to go chocolat hunting. He went to the chocolate fields, where chocolate bunnies roamed free. Of course, since he was looking for chocolat, Snazzelhopp had to engage each bunny in conversation before shooting them to determine if they spoke French. "Ecoutes bien, lapin en chocolat, car je vais te laisser deux options," he would say, pulling his beretta out of his underwear. "Première option, tu me dis tout de suite où tu caches ta réserve de chocolat. Deuxième option, je te tire dessus et après tu me dis ou tu caches ta réserve de chocolat."

It happened that the bunny was an old paramour of Pepe Le Pew's, and she remained a sucker for French. Quick as a wink, and before Snazzelhopp had time to discharge his weapon, she scampered off to apply some cottontail pomade and her favorite bunny cosmetic -- Hard Candy lip gloss in the shade of "Jailbait."

Once upon a time, in a far away village, there lived a man call Snazzelhopp. Unlike most heroes of stories like this, Snazzelhopp wasn't a tiny, lovable creature who lived in a hole, cave, tree, or island paradise. In fact, Snazzlehopp was far from tiny and just short of deplorable.

Snazzelhopp, a tall and lanky fellow, lived a life of leisure in the urban paradise and waste disposal center of Grungia. Handsome, graceful, talented, and rich, Snazzlehopp was welcome wherever he went.

Except the bakery. Snazzelhopp had apologized for that unfortunate incident with the diaper but the bakery insisted he was banned for life. And this presented Snazzelhopp with no small problem, as he was awfully fond of a pain au chocolat with his morning coffee.

And so, one day, Snazzelhopp set out from his house with his gun to go chocolat hunting. He went to the chocolate fields, where chocolate bunnies roamed free. Of course, since he was looking for chocolat, Snazzelhopp had to engage each bunny in conversation before shooting them to determine if they spoke French. "Ecoutes bien, lapin en chocolat, car je vais te laisser deux options," he would say, pulling his beretta out of his underwear. "Première option, tu me dis tout de suite où tu caches ta réserve de chocolat. Deuxième option, je te tire dessus et après tu me dis ou tu caches ta réserve de chocolat."

It happened that the bunny was an old paramour of Pepe Le Pew's, and she remained a sucker for French. Quick as a wink, and before Snazzelhopp had time to discharge his weapon, she scampered off to apply some cottontail pomade and her favorite bunny cosmetic -- Hard Candy lip gloss in the shade of "Jailbait."

Snazzelhopp felt long dormant urges begin to surface within him when he caught a glimpse of the bunny's lip gloss. "Damn! What I wouldn't give for a hot tub full of nacho cheese sauce right about now!" he thought to himself.

Once upon a time, in a far away village, there lived a man call Snazzelhopp. Unlike most heroes of stories like this, Snazzelhopp wasn't a tiny, lovable creature who lived in a hole, cave, tree, or island paradise. In fact, Snazzlehopp was far from tiny and just short of deplorable.

Snazzelhopp, a tall and lanky fellow, lived a life of leisure in the urban paradise and waste disposal center of Grungia. Handsome, graceful, talented, and rich, Snazzlehopp was welcome wherever he went.

Except the bakery. Snazzelhopp had apologized for that unfortunate incident with the diaper but the bakery insisted he was banned for life. And this presented Snazzelhopp with no small problem, as he was awfully fond of a pain au chocolat with his morning coffee.

And so, one day, Snazzelhopp set out from his house with his gun to go chocolat hunting. He went to the chocolate fields, where chocolate bunnies roamed free. Of course, since he was looking for chocolat, Snazzelhopp had to engage each bunny in conversation before shooting them to determine if they spoke French. "Ecoutes bien, lapin en chocolat, car je vais te laisser deux options," he would say, pulling his beretta out of his underwear. "Première option, tu me dis tout de suite où tu caches ta réserve de chocolat. Deuxième option, je te tire dessus et après tu me dis ou tu caches ta réserve de chocolat."

It happened that the bunny was an old paramour of Pepe Le Pew's, and she remained a sucker for French. Quick as a wink, and before Snazzelhopp had time to discharge his weapon, she scampered off to apply some cottontail pomade and her favorite bunny cosmetic -- Hard Candy lip gloss in the shade of "Jailbait."

Snazzelhopp felt long dormant urges begin to surface within him when he caught a glimpse of the bunny's lip gloss. "Damn! What I wouldn't give for a hot tub full of nacho cheese sauce right about now!" he thought to himself.

Who knew that Snazzelhopp would turn out to be such a perv?