Alright, it's been a while since I've seen something like this. Quite frankly it can get pretty funny. So who ever posts, posts one sentence to add to the story. Take the story in any direction you want to and see how funny it actually gets. I'll start it off, and lets have some fun with it.
This one time at Cormyr camp.
Men in dresses and women in chainmail bikinis were competing in a thumb wrestling championship against one another.
A young man named Steve dreamed of competing in the championship his entire life, but was sadly born without thumbs.
He went to go see a Necromancer.
But the necromancer was dead.
Dead as in alive, and the necromancer was so dead alive, he owned a perfectly primp poodle who he called Rochester.
Rochester was the most graceful perfectly pimp poodle, and he had the largest thumbs in all the land.