Alliteration. Always an Adventure!
Alright, Ive been having fun with alliteration in my comments, but Ive decided to bring it out in the open and challenge all comers to an Alliteration Game:
Try to construct a sentence where the first letter of EVERY word is the same. No filler words, and they must marginally make sense. I’ll start with some I just came up with in the shower (hey! some of my best work is done while showering!) Also, try to have more than 3 words if possible, its more impressive that way 😛
Inebriated imbeciles investigating icebox immediately imploded.
Forbidden Fruits foster furtiveness.
Please place package properly.
Four friends found furry fox frolicking
Clattering, crowded cable car coming!
Detecting disturbance, Dave detained drunks.
Smelly skunk sprayed sporadically.
Queen quietly quit quilting.
Coveted comfy chair creates calm corner
Gorgeous guy got giggling girl great gift!
Betty brightly brought Bagels back before breakfast
HELP! Hairy hand held Henrietta hostage!
DAMMIT! Dynamite didn’t detonate!
a co-worker mentioned one that was similar to this:
proper preparation precludes piss-poor performance
EDIT: I had to add this to the front page, Im rather proud of it:
Sometimes some silly simpletons seem suspiciously supercilious: suggesting stupid steamy sagas substitute substance, severing seriousness; such sad simpering strained superfluous strivings simply stir sympathy—so sorry.
Alright, your turn!
Its ALL Blarney!! 
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good one! thx for playing 🙂
“some of my best work is done while showering”
Provacative proclomations pounding powerfully put persisting, previously pious, propositions partly promoting public pornography production prompting purchased possessions.
It does make sense, if you remove all the adverbs and adjectives…
Proclomations put propositions prompting possessions.
Or,
Stuff she said put other stuff she said into a place where it prompted things that were owned.
But that does not hold with it the implications of pronographic material. That is why the rest is important. 17 “p” words!
Oh, wait. PWND!!!!! 😀
sometimes some silly simpletons seem suspiciously supercilious: suggesting stupid steamy sagas substitute substance, severing seriousness; such sad simpering strained superfluous strivings simply stir sympathy—so sorry.
26 “s” words. You can never PWN me Moose.