(OK This has probably been tried before but why not give it a shot for the laugh. The only rule is that comments HAVE to keep the story afloat – so if you’re not adding to the story put your stuff in brackets like this and maybe keep the story in bold as below. Hopefully, by the end of it, we’ll have something slightly amusing or very stupid or both!)
[b]Aristotle, Nietzsche and Marx were out taking the country air one day. They came to a river raging in flood. That stood for a while digging its bountiful torentialility (of course it’s a real word) Aristotle spoke first:
“We must ford the river – to do this we will need sturdy foundations for a bridge – Nietzsche fetch wood – Marx you help me with my calculations…Nietzsche what are you at?!â€
But Nietzsche has already removed his shoes.
“I am not your dog for fetchin!
I propose that we leap upon that rock and then bound to another and that we will go leaping and dancing our way across….though I must admit I have a fierce pain in my tummy…â€
"This river raging before us is but a resource of the country, and as such an asset to be distributed in fair proportion to the proletariat by their benficient overseers - the state. The triumvirate… Us.
SUMMON THE MASSES !!! let us apportion to each a fair share of the liquid bounty and after the joyful supping of the proles - we shall cross upon the dried bed - ever-cautious not to tread with dainty jackboots of capitalism across the lick-licking tongues of the workers."
“You filthy stock-marketeer hypocrite !!!” Spat Fred, his syphallis bordering on tourette’s. “Pig f**k dog ball fondler !!!”
(pithy dialogue tabla - you’ve got the idea - very funny - well done- maybe we could add some new characters - but still haven’t got them over the river yet - hmm sex scene - I dunno - OK I’m going to leave this and check in later)