Ok, I'm going to implement a new rule to make this easier - copy and paste the story, and just insert your word. Then, anyone who wants to read it can go to the most recent post.
"Once, Twice, and three times," said Trogdor the Troll Burninator. He soz another one a shrubbery bring some wine for sobriety tests. But, more beer rutabaga. Me and my shadow strolling quietly through sunlit jailyards. My left quadricep hurts when plainclothesmen whack it pleasurably while watching Christmas carolers dig graves for Santa and his elves. Meanwhile, back in Whoville, peas slurped and chomped while the rabbits from Rabbitville that had purple toenails after mating wondered what foxes say when caviar gets fried with babies and gasoline. Hilariously,