OK, so HitNRunner, my sister and I were really bored one day and... well, I'll just show you.

A plot-less paragraph practically about a person named Pete:

Persian prince prodigy Pete’s pants (with plastic pasta pockets) are perfectly, preposterously, and proudly prepared to personify purple people’s plentifully painted prank porches with pencils, polling the population for the percentage of PacMan players and poster packers who use palindromal punctuation, periodically punching pink peaches, promoting a previous promotion of a plethora of precious photos of ping-pong pliers, pleasurably prodding pastel pepper potatoes purposefully, practicing perpendicular permutations, paying pipsqueak pineapples to party with pints of punk pom-poms, pondering posting Paul’s polka poetry on the pathetic pez port’s passport, and pricing puce pears with a popular poodle punctually prancing on poofy pillows and putting pudding pods in a puddle, while protecting the perimeter of the Pentagon, puking prickly plaid plums, and preaching to the procrastinating pope’s plane pilot (who pours pretty pork into the pores of the poor) about parasailing with provoked pinching piercing piranhas in a Peruvian pony poncho pouch and pulling pecking protesting pigeon plates with pies piled with pleading peas pretending to pass places like Pearl Harbor, the pane store, Patrick’s profoundly praised parabolic PowerPoint pow-wow, the punch palace in Pittsburg, Pennsylvania, the post office, the puzzle piece parlor, and Panamanese pirate patches on Pluto, who are poaching panicking pooches and parenthetical pearl purses where they are planting preserved perforated pills and pennies, pursuing the peak of perpetually poking presidential pizza presents, provided passage is password protected with the palm print permission of Persimmon, who pauses to parallel park and punt pansies on the plain plateaus of Puerto Rican parrot princesses, most probably prematurely pestering potently pleasing pecans with problematic parcels of partly pudgy parsnip peppermint pancakes, parsley-flavored pages of printer paper, poisonous planner pens and pointy penguin pig pepperoni pans, who pawned pond paintings, are putting on a productive play about panting peanut peace and pain programming, perhaps, period. POW!!!

So if you're ever feeling bored, come up with one yourself, using a different letter lol. Good luck!

wow i lost where i was like 3 times

That was cool!! How long did it take you to come up with that?

2 hours

i think you guys need to find something better to do with your time lol