mc5 - Change Just One Thing
Start with a sentence, as dramatic or mundane as you like, then change just one thing about it. A spelling or punctuation mark, take one word out, put one word in, etc. When the sentence can't take any more alteration, start another. At some point, we will get to a sentence that contains the standard winning move.
The inscription "RELIEF!" adorns my emergency commode, OK?
The inscription "RELIEF!" adorns my grandfather's commode, OK?
The inscription "RELIEF!" adorns every grandfather's commode, OK?
The inscription "RELIEF!" adorns every grandfather's clock, OK?
The inscription "RELIEF!" adorns every OK grandfather's clock?
The inscription "HARROD'S" adorns every OK grandfather's clock?
The inscription "HARROD'S" adorns every OK grandfather's clock.
The inscription "HARROD'S" adorns every overpriced grandfather's clock.
The inscription "HARROD'S" adorns every overpriced grandfather clock.
The inscription "HARROD'S" adorns every overpriced grandfather.
The inscription "GARRARDS" adorns every overpriced grandfather.
The inscription "GARRARDS" attracts every overpriced grandfather.
The inscription "GARRARDS" attracts every randy grandfather.
The proclamation "GARRARDS" attracts every randy grandfather.
The proclamation "GRRRRRRR" attracts every randy grandfather.
The proclamation "GRRRRRRR" attracts my randy grandfather.
The proclamation "GRRRRANDMAS" attracts my randy grandfather.
The proclamation "TEA-TIME" attracts my randy grandfather.
The proclamation "TEA-TIME" attracts my thirsty grandfather.
The proclamation "TEA-TIME" attracts my thirty grandfathers.
The proclamation "TIME, GENTLEMEN, PLEASE" attracts my thirty grandfathers.
The proclamation "TIME, GENTLEMEN, PLEASE" detracts my thirty grandfathers.
The proclamation "TIME, GENTLEMEN, PLEASE" detracts my thirsty grandfathers
The proclamation "TIME, GENTLEMEN, PLEASE" distracts my thirsty grandfathers
The proclamation "TIME, GENTLEMEN, PLEASE" distracts my thirsty customers.
The proclamation "CLOSING TIME, GENTLEMEN, PLEASE" distracts my thirsty customers.
The proclamation "HAVEN'T YOU ANY HOMES TO GO TO?" distracts my thirsty customers.
The question "HAVEN'T YOU ANY HOMES TO GO TO?" distracts my thirsty customers.
The question "HAVEN'T YOU ANY HOMES TO GO TO?" annoys my thirsty customers.
The rhetorical question "HAVEN'T YOU ANY HOMES TO GO TO?" annoys my thirsty customers.
The rhetorical question "HAVEN'T YOU ANY HUMUS TO GO TO?" annoys my thirsty customers.
The rhetorical question "HAVEN'T YOU ANY HUMUS TO GO EITHER?" annoys my thirsty customers.
The rhetorical question "HAVEN'T YOU ANY HUMMUS TO GO EITHER?" annoys my thirsty customers.
The rhetorical question "HAVEN'T YOU ANY HUMMUS TO GO EITHER?" annoys my Greek customers
The rhetorical question "HAVEN'T YOU ANY HUMMUS TO GO TO EITHER?" annoys my Greek barman.
The rhetorical question "YOU HAVEN'T ANY HUMMUS TO GO EITHER?" annoys my Greek barman.
The rhetorical question "YOU HAVEN'T ANY HUMMUS TO GO DEVOUR?" annoys my Greek barman.
The rhetorical question "YOU HAVEN'T ANY HUMMUS TO GO DEVOUR?" perplexes my Greek barman.
The rhetorical question "YOU HAVEN'T ANY HUMMUS TO GO DEVOUR?" perplexes my Geeky barman.
The rhetorical question "YOU HAVEN'T ANY HUMANS TO GO DEVOUR?" perplexes my Geeky barman.
The rhetorical question "YOU HAVEN'T ANY HUMANS TO GO BALD?" perplexes my geeky barman.
The rhetorical question "HAVEN'T ANY HUMANS GONE BALD?" perplexes my geeky barman.
The historical question "HAVEN'T ANY HUMANS GONE BALD?" perplexes my geeky barman.
The obvious question "HAVEN'T ANY HUMANS GONE BALD?" perplexes my geeky barman.
The obvious question "HAVEN'T ANY HUMANS GONE BALD?" perplexes my geeky roommate.
The obvious question "HAVEN'T ANGRY HUMANS GONE BALD?" perplexes my geeky roommate.
The obvious question "WHY HAVEN'T ANGRY HUMANS GONE BALD?" perplexes my geeky roommate.
The obvious question "WHY HAVEN'T ANGRY HUMANS GONE BALLISTIC?" perplexes my geeky roommate.
The repeated question "WHY HAVEN'T ANGRY HUMANS GONE BALLISTIC?" perplexes my geeky roommate.
The repeated question "WHY HAVE ANGRY HUMANS GONE BALLISTIC?" perplexes my geeky roommate.
The repeated question "WHY HAVEN'T ANGRY HUMANS GONE BALLISTIC?" perplexes my geeky roommate.
The repeated question "WHY HAVE ANGRY HUMANS GONE BALLISTIC?" perplexes my geeky roommate.
The repeated debate "WHY HAVE ANGRY HUMANS GONE BALLISTIC?" perplexes my geeky roommate.
The sterile debate "WHY HAVE ANGRY HUMANS GONE BALLISTIC?" perplexes my geeky roommate.
The sterile debate "WHY HAVE ANGRY HUMANS GONE BALLISTIC?" bores my geeky roommate.
The sterile debate "WHY HAVE ORDINARY HUMANS GONE BALLISTIC?" bores my geeky roommate.
The sterile debate "WHY HAVE ORDINARY HUMANS GONE BALLISTIC?" bores every roommate.
The sterile debate "WHY HAVE AUDACIOUS HUMANS GONE BALLISTIC?" bores every roomate.
The sterile debate "WHY HAVE BODACIOUS HUMANS GONE BALLISTIC?" bores every roomate.
The sterile debate "HAVE BODACIOUS HUMANS GONE BALLISTIC?" bores every roomate.
The sterile debate "HAVE BODACIOUS HUMANS GONE BALSAMIC?" bores every roomate.
The sterile debate "HAVE BODACIOUS HUMANS GONE BALSAMIC?" bores every romantic.
The sterile debate "HAVE BODACIOUS VINEGARS GONE BALSAMIC?" bores every romantic.
The febrile debate "HAVE BODACIOUS VINEGARS GONE BALSAMIC?" bores every romantic.
The febrile debate "HAVE BODACIOUS VINEGARS GONE VIRAL?" bores every romantic.
The febrile debate "HAVE BODACIOUS VINEGARS GONE BACTERIAL?" bores every romantic.
The febrile debate "HAVE BALSAMIC VINEGARS GONE BACTERIAL?" bores every romantic.
The febrile debate "HAVE BALSAMIC VINEGARS GONE BACTERIAL?" bores every microbiologist.
My febrile debate "HAVE BALSAMIC VINEGARS GONE BACTERIAL?" bores every microbiologist.
My febrile debate "HAVE BALSAMIC VINEGARS GONE BACTERIAL?" bores even microbiologists.
My febrile debate "HAVE BALSAMIC VINEGARS GONE BACTERIAL?" bores odd microbiologists.
My febrile debate "HAVE BALSAMIC VINEGARS GONE GLOBAL?" bores odd microbiologists
Monty's febrile debate "HAVE BALSAMIC VINEGARS GONE GLOBAL?" bores odd microbiologists.
Monty's febrile debate "HAVE BALLISTIC VINEGARS GONE GLOBAL?" bores odd microbiologists.
Monty Python's febrile debate "HAVE BALLISTIC VINEGARS GONE GLOBAL?" bores odd microbiologists.
Monty Python's febrile debate "HAVE BALLISTIC VINEGARS GONE?" bores odd microbiologists.
Monty Python's puerile debate "HAVE BALLISTIC VINEGARS GONE?" bores odd microbiologists.
Monty Python's puerile debate "WHERE HAVE BALLISTIC VINEGARS GONE?" bores odd microbiologists.
Monty Python's puerile debate "WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE?" bores odd microbiologists
Monty Python's puerile debate "WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE?" bores odd musicologists
Monty Python's puerile debate "WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOURS GONE?" bores odd musicologists.
Monty Python's puerile debate "WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOURS GONE?" bores odd bakers.
Monty Python's puerile question "WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOURS GONE?" bores odd bakers.
Monty Python's puerile question "WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOURS GONE?" bores Tom Baker.
Monty Burns' puerile question "WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOURS GONE?" bores Tom Baker.
Rabbie Burns' puerile question "WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOURS GONE?" bores Tom Baker.
Gordon Burns' puerile question "WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOURS GONE?" bores Tom Baker.
Gordon Brown's puerile question "WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOURS GONE?" bores Tom Baker.
Capability Brown's puerile question "WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOURS GONE?" bores Tom Baker.
Capability Brown's puerile question "HAVE ALL THE FLOURS GONE?" bores Tom BakerI think we either need to give this one up or make a concerted effort to change the structure - it's not really going anywhere at the moment.
Agreed. Time for a fresh start.
I'm not a pheasant, I'm a pheasant plucker's son and I'm only plucking pheasants 'til the pheasant plucker comes.
I'm not a peasant, I'm a pheasant plucker's son and I'm only plucking pheasants 'til the pheasant plucker comes.
I'm not a peasant, I'm a pheasant plucker's son and I'm only shooting pheasants 'til the pheasant plucker comes.
I'm not a peasant, I'm a pheasant farmer's son and I'm only shooting pheasants 'til the pheasant plucker comes.
I'm not a peasant, I'm a pheasant farmer's accountant and I'm only shooting pheasants 'til the pheasant plucker comes.
I'm not a peasant, I'm a pheasant farmer's accountant and I'm only shooting 'til the pheasant plucker comes.
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