The four word story game

that blew in from

 

The West died out

 

but was followed by

 

A raging, foul smelling

 

Odor nobody could stand

 

except for a few

 

Dudes who were desparate

 

For the stench of

 

partially decomposed sweetpotato fries.

 

And some cold beers

 

were just outside the

 

Door. So I began

 

To drink every last

 

Beer until I saw

 

A giant centipede coming

 

with beef jerky, saying

 

Here comes the weed

 

trimmer man! Run to

 

Keith Richards rear end

 

And hide with Bob