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[Tyrax Lightning]

(Edit: The Story has progressed beyond this point, & no longer needs this Post as a stepping stone, so i've deleted this Post to make it quit being stupidly long & hurting eyes. The Story will be OK without it.)

Modifié par Tyrax Lightning, 15 février 2010 - 11:44 .

[Racoonthief]

So once I found a treasure that contained a Golden Globe.
TheGlobekicked
my
puppy
to the acid pool where he mutated into
aGIANTLEMON! The
lemon
started
squirting white stuff, which
smelledlikecoconuts, vodka
and
my
husband's big infected pimples that
are onhisdresser, because
he
ate
too much of his dog's cheese that
tastedvery,very, spicy.
Then
one
day I wanted a new life, wherein
theCollectorHive I smelled a
large
Krogan
named Pencil who ate fish
andchips. SoI then... Sat
down
and...I
stole some cream pie recipes.
Theytastedvery much like
my
pink
lacy thong and my mother's latest
poisonrecipe.Then I found
something
starting
with a, which was... well,
sortof redand
fruity....and
kinda
smelled like pickles. Then I
feltlike...crying
like I was
masterbating,
which I do whenever I see
agiant pandaeating
a
pickle. Which
reminds me, I missed my
lemon-likepuppy because it
was
damn
sexy just like Sue Johanson. I had
sex withSueJohanson.
Google
then
took Sue to the distant island near a
MEGACOMBOBREAKER
which
resulted
in world wide panic. So Santa
ClausjoinedVillage
people
because
he saw an elf named Optimus Prime.
Then helostweight
and
turned
into Sinterklass because he needs more
muscle.Youmay
wonder
why
this story makes so much sense, it's because
ofthehuge
conspiracy
of
the donkeys that steal Mc Donalds cookies
thatcomefrom
Google
Island
where fast food rules with an iron ass
andachocolate
freddo
frog.
Elephants denied conspiracies
ofGooglekidnapping packets
of
cheese
and Sue Johanson. Then I went
tokickGoogle's fat, ugly
butt.


Then
Google
kicked my fat,
ugly cat. I yelled,
"Wheres my
watermelon?!",
so I thought, What am
Iplaying with
tonight, then I
remembered
that the monkey owed money
tothe green
leprechauns
because
he stole their mother and took her to
thebedroom
because
she
always hid Banana Bombs from Hugh Heffner, but
thegreen
leprechauns,
friends
of Heffner, wanted intercourse
instead.After
that, I
squirted
mayonaise on jennamarae's low-carb
sandwichuntil
suddenly,
Sinterklass
a.k.a. Tor Pedo stormed a.k.a.
Darth Vadera.k.a
Santa
Claus,
stole my pink unicycle's saddle a.k.a. my
mobile
fundevice.
But
Sue Johanson escaped from Google and ended
reality! Or
sowe
thought,
untill giant flying objects made driving
dangerous in
thespace-time
continuum.....how
the hell... Why am I
turning into
gayfriendly
neighborhoods,
where kittens poop
marshmellows?
Becausedysfunctional
elves
are writing this while i
lubricate cherry
pieapples to
shove
deep under the snow. Once they're
frozen I
willdisintegrate
all
the world's natural resources, then I
will
killhip-hop music
DEAD!


Meanwhile,
at Valve strange
orange
octagonsreleased
episode 3. Author
George Lucas, suspiciously
implantedsilicone
in
place of
watermelon flavoured pimp drinks, so that
whenZapp
Brannigan
starts
chopping basil he'll find Kip in his
underwear.Unfortunately,
George
Lucas
destroyed those implants in an
attempt tobring meatloaf
back
to
life using Kurt Cobain's dead body.
However,this story's
tl:dr'd
so
I suppose I should bump or maybe
restart onsecond thought,
let's
have
four words: No way! Keep going! My
waterbroke the four
word
change
and my inability to follow
simpledirections. Meanwhile in
another
region
devoid of people who
noticerules, there lives
purplish
blue,
ten-foot tall, feline aliens
calledthe Periwinkle
******.
Ardent
practioners of solipsism and
stupid,ill-mannered,
narrow-minded
yappers,
that hate pink clothes.


The End.


Or
is
it?


Yeah,
it is.

"No, just kidding!" ejaculated
the
infuriated,
blood filledspongy thingy
majig. It was the only the
Periwinkle
******
that bumpthis thread so
that the carrots eat the
ferrets
and
the clerics ****** onSue Johanson.
Google joined with
Sinterklass
otherwise
the universewill give birth to
Mauve
Ectoplasmic
Sponge
Lifeforms! And that would be unfortunate
because
they're
long-winded
gossipers and know where Elvis really died
at. He
was
down on
his soffa eating pork rinds andsoda, suddenly,
nothing
happened
to
his pants, cause CHUCK NORRIS killed him. That's
why you
lock
your
door, suddenly your buttocks are pinched by Chuck, rivers of
blood
come
out because of the ruptured hemorrhoids. ../../../images/forum/emoticons/sick.png The
blood suddenly became chin-fists o'fury! Then
you'll
become very
squeamesh & giddy with a feeling of Chuckness
inside
you. But
you decided that Chuckness equals Woodchuckness, so you enjoyed it till
the face turned pale green then gooey & sticky like melted chocolate bars

(Yeah I would try but i'd probarly make it worse, I have no idea what it's doing )

Modifié par Racoonthief, 11 février 2010 - 08:07 .

[Tyrax Lightning]

So once I found a treasure that contained a Golden Globe. The Globe kicked my puppy to the acid pool where he mutated into a GIANT LEMON! The  lemon started squirting white stuff, which smelled like coconuts, vodka and my husband's big infected pimples that are on his dresser, because he ate too much of his dog's cheese that tasted very, very, spicy. Then one day I wanted a new life, where in the Collector Hive I smelled a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. SoI then... Sat down and... I stole some cream pie recipes. They tasted very much like my pink lacy thong and my mother's latest poison recipe. Then I found something starting with a, which was... well, sort of red and fruity.... and kinda smelled like pickles. Then I felt like... crying like I was masterbating, which I do whenever I see a giant panda eating a pickle. Which reminds me, I missed my lemon-like puppy because it was damn sexy just like Sue Johanson. I had sex withSueJohanson. Google then took Sue to the distant island near a MEGA COMBO BREAKER which resulted in world wide panic. So Santa Claus joined Village people because he saw an elf named Optimus Prime. Then he lost weight and turned into Sinterklass because he needs more muscle. You may wonder why this story makes so much sense, it's because of the huge conspiracy of the donkeys that steal McDonalds cookies thatc ome from Google Island where fast food rules with an iron ass and a chocolate  freddo frog. Elephants denied conspiracies of Google kidnapping packets of cheese and Sue Johanson. Then I went to kick Google's fat, ugly butt.

Then Google kicked my fat, ugly cat. I yelled, "Wheres my watermelon?!", so I thought, What am I playing with tonight, then I remembered that the monkey owed money to the green leprechauns because he stole their mother and took her to the bedroom because she always hid Banana Bombs from Hugh Heffner, but the green leprechauns, friends of Heffner, wanted intercourse instead. After that, I squirted mayonaise on jenna marae's low-carb sandwich until suddenly, Sinterklass a.k.a. Tor Pedo stormed a.k.a. Darth Vader a.k.a Santa Claus, stole my pink unicycle's saddle a.k.a. my mobile  fun device. But Sue Johanson escaped from Google and ended reality! Or so we thought, untill giant flying objects made driving dangerous in thespace-time continuum.... how the hell... Why am I turning into gay friendly neighborhoods, where kittens poop marshmellows? Because dysfunctional elves are writing this while i lubricate cherry pie apples to shove deep under the snow. Once they're frozen I will disintegrate all the world's natural resources, then I will kill hip-hop music DEAD!

Meanwhile, at Valve strange orange octagons released episode 3. Author George Lucas, suspiciously implanted silicone in place of
watermelon flavoured pimp drinks, so that when Zapp Brannigan starts chopping basil he'll find Kip in his underwear. Unfortunately, George Lucas destroyed those implants in an attempt tobring meatloaf back to life using Kurt Cobain's dead body. However, this story's tl:dr'd so I suppose I should bump or maybe restart, on second thought, let's have four words: No way! Keep going! My water broke the four word change and my inability to follow simple directions. Meanwhile in another region devoid of people who notice rules, there lives purplish blue, ten-foot tall, feline aliens called the Periwinkle ******. Ardent practioners of solipsism and stupid, ill-mannered, narrow-minded yappers, that hate pink clothes.

The End.

Or is it?

Yeah, it is.

"No, just kidding!" ejaculated the infuriated, blood filled spongy thingy majig. It was the only the Periwinkle ****** that bump this thread so that the carrots eat the ferrets and the clerics ****** on Sue Johanson. Google joined with Sinterklass otherwise the universe will give birth to Mauve Ectoplasmic Sponge Lifeforms! And that would be unfortunate because they're long-winded gossipers and know where Elvis really died at. He was down on his sofa eating pork rinds and soda, suddenly, nothing happened to his pants, cause CHUCK NORRIS killed him. That's why you lock your door, suddenly your buttocks are pinched by Chuck, rivers of  blood come out because of the ruptured hemorrhoids. ../../../images/forum/emoticons/sick.png The  blood suddenly became chin-fists o'fury! Then you'll become very squeamesh & giddy with a feeling of Chuckness inside you. But you decided that Chuckness equals Woodchuckness, so you enjoyed it till the face turned pale green then gooey & sticky like melted chocolate bars cooking by uncooled CPU

(Edit: Manual repair complete as best as I can manage it.)

Modifié par Tyrax Lightning, 11 février 2010 - 10:14 .

[Fragtallity]

So once I found a treasure that contained a Golden Globe. The Globe kicked my puppy to the acid pool where he mutated into a GIANT LEMON! The  lemon started squirting white stuff, which smelled like coconuts, vodka and my husband's big infected pimples that are on his dresser, because he ate too much of his dog's cheese that tasted very, very, spicy. Then one day I wanted a new life, where in the Collector Hive I smelled a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. SoI then... Sat down and... I stole some cream pie recipes. They tasted very much like my pink lacy thong and my mother's latest poison recipe. Then I found something starting with a, which was... well, sort of red and fruity.... and kinda smelled like pickles. Then I felt like... crying like I was masterbating, which I do whenever I see a giant panda eating a pickle. Which reminds me, I missed my lemon-like puppy because it was damn sexy just like Sue Johanson. I had sex withSueJohanson. Google then took Sue to the distant island near a MEGA COMBO BREAKER which resulted in world wide panic. So Santa Claus joined Village people because he saw an elf named Optimus Prime. Then he lost weight and turned into Sinterklass because he needs more muscle. You may wonder why this story makes so much sense, it's because of the huge conspiracy of the donkeys that steal McDonalds cookies thatc ome from Google Island where fast food rules with an iron ass and a chocolate  freddo frog. Elephants denied conspiracies of Google kidnapping packets of cheese and Sue Johanson. Then I went to kick Google's fat, ugly butt.

Then Google kicked my fat, ugly cat. I yelled, "Wheres my watermelon?!", so I thought, What am I playing with tonight, then I remembered that the monkey owed money to the green leprechauns because he stole their mother and took her to the bedroom because she always hid Banana Bombs from Hugh Heffner, but the green leprechauns, friends of Heffner, wanted intercourse instead. After that, I squirted mayonaise on jenna marae's low-carb sandwich until suddenly, Sinterklass a.k.a. Tor Pedo stormed a.k.a. Darth Vader a.k.a Santa Claus, stole my pink unicycle's saddle a.k.a. my mobile  fun device. But Sue Johanson escaped from Google and ended reality! Or so we thought, untill giant flying objects made driving dangerous in thespace-time continuum.... how the hell... Why am I turning into gay friendly neighborhoods, where kittens poop marshmellows? Because dysfunctional elves are writing this while i lubricate cherry pie apples to shove deep under the snow. Once they're frozen I will disintegrate all the world's natural resources, then I will kill hip-hop music DEAD!

Meanwhile, at Valve strange orange octagons released episode 3. Author George Lucas, suspiciously implanted silicone in place of
watermelon flavoured pimp drinks, so that when Zapp Brannigan starts chopping basil he'll find Kip in his underwear. Unfortunately, George Lucas destroyed those implants in an attempt tobring meatloaf back to life using Kurt Cobain's dead body. However, this story's tl:dr'd so I suppose I should bump or maybe restart, on second thought, let's have four words: No way! Keep going! My water broke the four word change and my inability to follow simple directions. Meanwhile in another region devoid of people who notice rules, there lives purplish blue, ten-foot tall, feline aliens called the Periwinkle ******. Ardent practioners of solipsism and stupid, ill-mannered, narrow-minded yappers, that hate pink clothes.

The End.

Or is it?

Yeah, it is.

"No, just kidding!" ejaculated the infuriated, blood filled spongy thingy majig. It was the only the Periwinkle ****** that bump this thread so that the carrots eat the ferrets and the clerics ****** on Sue Johanson. Google joined with Sinterklass otherwise the universe will give birth to Mauve Ectoplasmic Sponge Lifeforms! And that would be unfortunate because they're long-winded gossipers and know where Elvis really died at. He was down on his sofa eating pork rinds and soda, suddenly, nothing happened to his pants, cause CHUCK NORRIS killed him. That's why you lock your door, suddenly your buttocks are pinched by Chuck, rivers of  blood come out because of the ruptured hemorrhoids. ../../../images/forum/emoticons/sick.png The  blood suddenly became chin-fists o'fury! Then you'll become very squeamesh & giddy with a feeling of Chuckness inside you. But you decided that Chuckness equals Woodchuckness, so you enjoyed it till the face turned pale green then gooey & sticky like melted chocolate bars
cooking by uncooled CPU. Then I discovered

[Fragtallity]

Oh and thnx to Tyrax for fixing the line thing

[Giant ambush beetle]

 So once I found a treasure that contained a Golden Globe. The Globe kicked my puppy to the acid pool where he mutated into a GIANT LEMON! The lemon started squirting white stuff, which smelled like coconuts, vodka and my husband's big infected pimples that are on his dresser, because he ate too much of his dog's cheese that tasted very, very, spicy. Then one day I wanted a new life, where in the Collector Hive I smelled a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. SoI then... Sat down and... I stole some cream pie recipes. They tasted very much like my pink lacy thong and my mother's latest poison recipe. Then I found something starting with a, which was... well, sort of red and fruity.... and kinda smelled like pickles. Then I felt like... crying like I was masterbating, which I do whenever I see a giant panda eating a pickle. Which reminds me, I missed my lemon-like puppy because it was damn sexy just like Sue Johanson. I had sex withSueJohanson. Google then took Sue to the distant island near a MEGA COMBO BREAKER which resulted in world wide panic. So Santa Claus joined Village people because he saw an elf named Optimus Prime. Then he lost weight and turned into Sinterklass because he needs more muscle. You may wonder why this story makes so much sense, it's because of the huge conspiracy of the donkeys that steal McDonalds cookies thatc ome from Google Island where fast food rules with an iron ass and a chocolate freddo frog. Elephants denied conspiracies of Google kidnapping packets of cheese and Sue Johanson. Then I went to kick Google's fat, ugly butt.

Then Google kicked my fat, ugly cat. I yelled, "Wheres my watermelon?!", so I thought, What am I playing with tonight, then I remembered that the monkey owed money to the green leprechauns because he stole their mother and took her to the bedroom because she always hid Banana Bombs from Hugh Heffner, but the green leprechauns, friends of Heffner, wanted intercourse instead. After that, I squirted mayonaise on jenna marae's low-carb sandwich until suddenly, Sinterklass a.k.a. Tor Pedo stormed a.k.a. Darth Vader a.k.a Santa Claus, stole my pink unicycle's saddle a.k.a. my mobile fun device. But Sue Johanson escaped from Google and ended reality! Or so we thought, untill giant flying objects made driving dangerous in thespace-time continuum.... how the hell... Why am I turning into gay friendly neighborhoods, where kittens poop marshmellows? Because dysfunctional elves are writing this while i lubricate cherry pie apples to shove deep under the snow. Once they're frozen I will disintegrate all the world's natural resources, then I will kill hip-hop music DEAD!

Meanwhile, at Valve strange orange octagons released episode 3. Author George Lucas, suspiciously implanted silicone in place of 
watermelon flavoured pimp drinks, so that when Zapp Brannigan starts chopping basil he'll find Kip in his underwear. Unfortunately, George Lucas destroyed those implants in an attempt tobring meatloaf back to life using Kurt Cobain's dead body. However, this story's tl:dr'd so I suppose I should bump or maybe restart, on second thought, let's have four words: No way! Keep going! My water broke the four word change and my inability to follow simple directions. Meanwhile in another region devoid of people who notice rules, there lives purplish blue, ten-foot tall, feline aliens called the Periwinkle ******. Ardent practioners of solipsism and stupid, ill-mannered, narrow-minded yappers, that hate pink clothes.

The End.

Or is it?

Yeah, it is.

"No, just kidding!" ejaculated the infuriated, blood filled spongy thingy majig. It was the only the Periwinkle ****** that bump this thread so that the carrots eat the ferrets and the clerics ****** on Sue Johanson. Google joined with Sinterklass otherwise the universe will give birth to Mauve Ectoplasmic Sponge Lifeforms! And that would be unfortunate because they're long-winded gossipers and know where Elvis really died at. He was down on his sofa eating pork rinds and soda, suddenly, nothing happened to his pants, cause CHUCK NORRIS killed him. That's why you lock your door, suddenly your buttocks are pinched by Chuck, rivers of blood come out because of the ruptured hemorrhoids. The blood suddenly became chin-fists o'fury! Then you'll become very squeamesh & giddy with a feeling of Chuckness inside you. But you decided that Chuckness equals Woodchuckness, so you enjoyed it till the face turned pale green then gooey & sticky like melted chocolate bars cooking by uncooled CPU.Then I discovered my ripped open

Thanks for fixing spacing! 

Modifié par The Woldan , 15 février 2010 - 01:58 .

[druplesnubb]

So once I found a treasure that contained a Golden Globe. The Globe kicked my puppy to the acid pool where he mutated into a GIANT LEMON! The lemon started squirting white stuff, which smelled like coconuts, vodka and my husband's big infected pimples that are on his dresser, because he ate too much of his dog's cheese that tasted very, very, spicy. Then one day I wanted a new life, where in the Collector Hive I smelled a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. SoI then... Sat down and... I stole some cream pie recipes. They tasted very much like my pink lacy thong and my mother's latest poison recipe. Then I found something starting with a, which was... well, sort of red and fruity.... and kinda smelled like pickles. Then I felt like... crying like I was masterbating, which I do whenever I see a giant panda eating a pickle. Which reminds me, I missed my lemon-like puppy because it was damn sexy just like Sue Johanson. I had sex withSueJohanson. Google then took Sue to the distant island near a MEGA COMBO BREAKER which resulted in world wide panic. So Santa Claus joined Village people because he saw an elf named Optimus Prime. Then he lost weight and turned into Sinterklass because he needs more muscle. You may wonder why this story makes so much sense, it's because of the huge conspiracy of the donkeys that steal McDonalds cookies thatc ome from Google Island where fast food rules with an iron ass and a chocolate freddo frog. Elephants denied conspiracies of Google kidnapping packets of cheese and Sue Johanson. Then I went to kick Google's fat, ugly butt.

Then Google kicked my fat, ugly cat. I yelled, "Wheres my watermelon?!", so I thought, What am I playing with tonight, then I remembered that the monkey owed money to the green leprechauns because he stole their mother and took her to the bedroom because she always hid Banana Bombs from Hugh Heffner, but the green leprechauns, friends of Heffner, wanted intercourse instead. After that, I squirted mayonaise on jenna marae's low-carb sandwich until suddenly, Sinterklass a.k.a. Tor Pedo stormed a.k.a. Darth Vader a.k.a Santa Claus, stole my pink unicycle's saddle a.k.a. my mobile fun device. But Sue Johanson escaped from Google and ended reality! Or so we thought, untill giant flying objects made driving dangerous in thespace-time continuum.... how the hell... Why am I turning into gay friendly neighborhoods, where kittens poop marshmellows? Because dysfunctional elves are writing this while i lubricate cherry pie apples to shove deep under the snow. Once they're frozen I will disintegrate all the world's natural resources, then I will kill hip-hop music DEAD!

Meanwhile, at Valve strange orange octagons released episode 3. Author George Lucas, suspiciously implanted silicone in place of 
watermelon flavoured pimp drinks, so that when Zapp Brannigan starts chopping basil he'll find Kip in his underwear. Unfortunately, George Lucas destroyed those implants in an attempt tobring meatloaf back to life using Kurt Cobain's dead body. However, this story's tl:dr'd so I suppose I should bump or maybe restart, on second thought, let's have four words: No way! Keep going! My water broke the four word change and my inability to follow simple directions. Meanwhile in another region devoid of people who notice rules, there lives purplish blue, ten-foot tall, feline aliens called the Periwinkle ******. Ardent practioners of solipsism and stupid, ill-mannered, narrow-minded yappers, that hate pink clothes.

The End.

Or is it?

Yeah, it is.

"No, just kidding!" ejaculated the infuriated, blood filled spongy thingy majig. It was the only the Periwinkle ****** that bump this thread so that the carrots eat the ferrets and the clerics ****** on Sue Johanson. Google joined with Sinterklass otherwise the universe will give birth to Mauve Ectoplasmic Sponge Lifeforms! And that would be unfortunate because they're long-winded gossipers and know where Elvis really died at. He was down on his sofa eating pork rinds and soda, suddenly, nothing happened to his pants, cause CHUCK NORRIS killed him. That's why you lock your door, suddenly your buttocks are pinched by Chuck, rivers of blood come out because of the ruptured hemorrhoids. The blood suddenly became chin-fists o'fury! Then you'll become very squeamesh & giddy with a feeling of Chuckness inside you. But you decided that Chuckness equals Woodchuckness, so you enjoyed it till the face turned pale green then gooey & sticky like melted chocolate bars cooking by uncooled CPU.Then I discovered my ripped open victims who screamed

[Cybernetica]

So once I found a treasure that contained a Golden Globe. The Globe kicked my puppy to the acid pool where he mutated into a GIANT LEMON! The lemon started squirting white stuff, which smelled like coconuts, vodka and my husband's big infected pimples that are on his dresser, because he ate too much of his dog's cheese that tasted very, very, spicy. Then one day I wanted a new life, where in the Collector Hive I smelled a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. SoI then... Sat down and... I stole some cream pie recipes. They tasted very much like my pink lacy thong and my mother's latest poison recipe. Then I found something starting with a, which was... well, sort of red and fruity.... and kinda smelled like pickles. Then I felt like... crying like I was masterbating, which I do whenever I see a giant panda eating a pickle. Which reminds me, I missed my lemon-like puppy because it was damn sexy just like Sue Johanson. I had sex withSueJohanson. Google then took Sue to the distant island near a MEGA COMBO BREAKER which resulted in world wide panic. So Santa Claus joined Village people because he saw an elf named Optimus Prime. Then he lost weight and turned into Sinterklass because he needs more muscle. You may wonder why this story makes so much sense, it's because of the huge conspiracy of the donkeys that steal McDonalds cookies thatc ome from Google Island where fast food rules with an iron ass and a chocolate freddo frog. Elephants denied conspiracies of Google kidnapping packets of cheese and Sue Johanson. Then I went to kick Google's fat, ugly butt.



Then Google kicked my fat, ugly cat. I yelled, "Wheres my watermelon?!", so I thought, What am I playing with tonight, then I remembered that the monkey owed money to the green leprechauns because he stole their mother and took her to the bedroom because she always hid Banana Bombs from Hugh Heffner, but the green leprechauns, friends of Heffner, wanted intercourse instead. After that, I squirted mayonaise on jenna marae's low-carb sandwich until suddenly, Sinterklass a.k.a. Tor Pedo stormed a.k.a. Darth Vader a.k.a Santa Claus, stole my pink unicycle's saddle a.k.a. my mobile fun device. But Sue Johanson escaped from Google and ended reality! Or so we thought, untill giant flying objects made driving dangerous in thespace-time continuum.... how the hell... Why am I turning into gay friendly neighborhoods, where kittens poop marshmellows? Because dysfunctional elves are writing this while i lubricate cherry pie apples to shove deep under the snow. Once they're frozen I will disintegrate all the world's natural resources, then I will kill hip-hop music DEAD!



Meanwhile, at Valve strange orange octagons released episode 3. Author George Lucas, suspiciously implanted silicone in place of

watermelon flavoured pimp drinks, so that when Zapp Brannigan starts chopping basil he'll find Kip in his underwear. Unfortunately, George Lucas destroyed those implants in an attempt tobring meatloaf back to life using Kurt Cobain's dead body. However, this story's tl:dr'd so I suppose I should bump or maybe restart, on second thought, let's have four words: No way! Keep going! My water broke the four word change and my inability to follow simple directions. Meanwhile in another region devoid of people who notice rules, there lives purplish blue, ten-foot tall, feline aliens called the Periwinkle ******. Ardent practioners of solipsism and stupid, ill-mannered, narrow-minded yappers, that hate pink clothes.



The End.



Or is it?



Yeah, it is.



"No, just kidding!" ejaculated the infuriated, blood filled spongy thingy majig. It was the only the Periwinkle ****** that bump this thread so that the carrots eat the ferrets and the clerics ****** on Sue Johanson. Google joined with Sinterklass otherwise the universe will give birth to Mauve Ectoplasmic Sponge Lifeforms! And that would be unfortunate because they're long-winded gossipers and know where Elvis really died at. He was down on his sofa eating pork rinds and soda, suddenly, nothing happened to his pants, cause CHUCK NORRIS killed him. That's why you lock your door, suddenly your buttocks are pinched by Chuck, rivers of blood come out because of the ruptured hemorrhoids. The blood suddenly became chin-fists o'fury! Then you'll become very squeamesh & giddy with a feeling of Chuckness inside you. But you decided that Chuckness equals Woodchuckness, so you enjoyed it till the face turned pale green then gooey & sticky like melted chocolate bars cooking by uncooled CPU.Then I discovered my ripped open victims who screamed "I like it

[Tyrax Lightning]

So once I found a treasure that contained a Golden Globe. The Globe
kicked my puppy to the acid pool where he mutated into a GIANT LEMON!
The lemon started squirting white stuff, which smelled like coconuts,
vodka and my husband's big infected pimples that are on his dresser,
because he ate too much of his dog's cheese that tasted very, very,
spicy. Then one day I wanted a new life, where in the Collector Hive I
smelled a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. SoI then...
Sat down and... I stole some cream pie recipes. They tasted very much
like my pink lacy thong and my mother's latest poison recipe. Then I
found something starting with a, which was... well, sort of red and
fruity.... and kinda smelled like pickles. Then I felt like... crying
like I was masterbating, which I do whenever I see a giant panda eating a
pickle. Which reminds me, I missed my lemon-like puppy because it was
damn sexy just like Sue Johanson. I had sex withSueJohanson. Google then
took Sue to the distant island near a MEGA COMBO BREAKER which resulted
in world wide panic. So Santa Claus joined Village people because he
saw an elf named Optimus Prime. Then he lost weight and turned into
Sinterklass because he needs more muscle. You may wonder why this story
makes so much sense, it's because of the huge conspiracy of the donkeys
that steal McDonalds cookies thatc ome from Google Island where fast
food rules with an iron ass and a chocolate freddo frog. Elephants
denied conspiracies of Google kidnapping packets of cheese and Sue
Johanson. Then I went to kick Google's fat, ugly butt.

Then Google kicked my fat, ugly cat. I yelled, "Wheres my watermelon?!", so I
thought, What am I playing with tonight, then I remembered that the
monkey owed money to the green leprechauns because he stole their mother
and took her to the bedroom because she always hid Banana Bombs from
Hugh Heffner, but the green leprechauns, friends of Heffner, wanted
intercourse instead. After that, I squirted mayonaise on jenna marae's
low-carb sandwich until suddenly, Sinterklass a.k.a. Tor Pedo stormed
a.k.a. Darth Vader a.k.a Santa Claus, stole my pink unicycle's saddle
a.k.a. my mobile fun device. But Sue Johanson escaped from Google and
ended reality! Or so we thought, untill giant flying objects made
driving dangerous in thespace-time continuum.... how the hell... Why am I
turning into gay friendly neighborhoods, where kittens poop
marshmellows? Because dysfunctional elves are writing this while i
lubricate cherry pie apples to shove deep under the snow. Once they're
frozen I will disintegrate all the world's natural resources, then I
will kill hip-hop music DEAD!

Meanwhile, at Valve strange orange octagons released episode 3. Author George Lucas, suspiciously
implanted silicone in place of watermelon flavoured pimp drinks,
so that when Zapp Brannigan starts chopping basil he'll find Kip in his
underwear. Unfortunately, George Lucas destroyed those implants in an
attempt tobring meatloaf back to life using Kurt Cobain's dead body.
However, this story's tl:dr'd so I suppose I should bump or maybe
restart, on second thought, let's have four words: No way! Keep going!
My water broke the four word change and my inability to follow simple
directions. Meanwhile in another region devoid of people who notice
rules, there lives purplish blue, ten-foot tall, feline aliens called
the Periwinkle ******. Ardent practioners of solipsism and stupid,
ill-mannered, narrow-minded yappers, that hate pink clothes.

The
End.

Or is it?

Yeah, it is.

"No, just kidding!" ejaculated the infuriated, blood filled spongy thingy
majig. It was the only the Periwinkle ****** that bump this thread so
that the carrots eat the ferrets and the clerics ****** on Sue Johanson.
Google joined with Sinterklass otherwise the universe will give birth to
Mauve Ectoplasmic Sponge Lifeforms! And that would be unfortunate
because they're long-winded gossipers and know where Elvis really died
at. He was down on his sofa eating pork rinds and soda, suddenly,
nothing happened to his pants, cause CHUCK NORRIS killed him. That's why
you lock your door, suddenly your buttocks are pinched by Chuck, rivers
of blood come out because of the ruptured hemorrhoids. The blood
suddenly became chin-fists o'fury! Then you'll become very squeamesh
& giddy with a feeling of Chuckness inside you. But you decided that
Chuckness equals Woodchuckness, so you enjoyed it till the face turned
pale green then gooey & sticky like melted chocolate bars cooking by
uncooled CPU.Then I discovered my ripped open victims who screamed "I
like it, I love it! I

Fragtallity wrote...

Oh and thnx to Tyrax for fixing the
line thing

Your welcome. Especially because it, sadly, mighta been my puder's fault. It's running out of durability, & I think it might have PDS. (Puder Deathbed Syndrome. Sadly, it's terminal.)

The Woldan wrote...

Thanks for fixing spacing! 

Your
welcome too! [smilie]../../../images/forum/emoticons/smile.png[/smilie]

Edit: & there it goes again. This REALLY makes me wonder if this is getting caused by the PDS. I think this puder's losing it's ability to properly transmit Linebreak &/or Space info correctly. I REALLY need to get my new puder built.

Modifié par Tyrax Lightning, 15 février 2010 - 11:40 .

[Giant ambush beetle]

So once I found a treasure that contained a Golden Globe. The Globe
kicked my puppy to the acid pool where he mutated into a GIANT LEMON!
The lemon started squirting white stuff, which smelled like coconuts,
vodka and my husband's big infected pimples that are on his dresser,
because he ate too much of his dog's cheese that tasted very, very,
spicy. Then one day I wanted a new life, where in the Collector Hive I
smelled a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. SoI then...
Sat down and... I stole some cream pie recipes. They tasted very much
like my pink lacy thong and my mother's latest poison recipe. Then I
found something starting with a, which was... well, sort of red and
fruity.... and kinda smelled like pickles. Then I felt like... crying
like I was masterbating, which I do whenever I see a giant panda eating a
pickle. Which reminds me, I missed my lemon-like puppy because it was
damn sexy just like Sue Johanson. I had sex withSueJohanson. Google then
took Sue to the distant island near a MEGA COMBO BREAKER which resulted
in world wide panic. So Santa Claus joined Village people because he
saw an elf named Optimus Prime. Then he lost weight and turned into
Sinterklass because he needs more muscle. You may wonder why this story
makes so much sense, it's because of the huge conspiracy of the donkeys
that steal McDonalds cookies thatc ome from Google Island where fast
food rules with an iron ass and a chocolate freddo frog. Elephants
denied conspiracies of Google kidnapping packets of cheese and Sue
Johanson. Then I went to kick Google's fat, ugly butt.

Then Google kicked my fat, ugly cat. I yelled, "Wheres my watermelon?!", so I
thought, What am I playing with tonight, then I remembered that the
monkey owed money to the green leprechauns because he stole their mother
and took her to the bedroom because she always hid Banana Bombs from
Hugh Heffner, but the green leprechauns, friends of Heffner, wanted
intercourse instead. After that, I squirted mayonaise on jenna marae's
low-carb sandwich until suddenly, Sinterklass a.k.a. Tor Pedo stormed
a.k.a. Darth Vader a.k.a Santa Claus, stole my pink unicycle's saddle
a.k.a. my mobile fun device. But Sue Johanson escaped from Google and
ended reality! Or so we thought, untill giant flying objects made
driving dangerous in thespace-time continuum.... how the hell... Why am I
turning into gay friendly neighborhoods, where kittens poop
marshmellows? Because dysfunctional elves are writing this while i
lubricate cherry pie apples to shove deep under the snow. Once they're
frozen I will disintegrate all the world's natural resources, then I
will kill hip-hop music DEAD!

Meanwhile, at Valve strange orange octagons released episode 3. Author George Lucas, suspiciously
implanted silicone in place of watermelon flavoured pimp drinks,
so that when Zapp Brannigan starts chopping basil he'll find Kip in his
underwear. Unfortunately, George Lucas destroyed those implants in an
attempt tobring meatloaf back to life using Kurt Cobain's dead body.
However, this story's tl:dr'd so I suppose I should bump or maybe
restart, on second thought, let's have four words: No way! Keep going!
My water broke the four word change and my inability to follow simple
directions. Meanwhile in another region devoid of people who notice
rules, there lives purplish blue, ten-foot tall, feline aliens called
the Periwinkle ******. Ardent practioners of solipsism and stupid,
ill-mannered, narrow-minded yappers, that hate pink clothes.

The
End.

Or is it?

Yeah, it is.

"No, just kidding!" ejaculated the infuriated, blood filled spongy thingy
majig. It was the only the Periwinkle ****** that bump this thread so
that the carrots eat the ferrets and the clerics ****** on Sue Johanson.
Google joined with Sinterklass otherwise the universe will give birth to
Mauve Ectoplasmic Sponge Lifeforms! And that would be unfortunate
because they're long-winded gossipers and know where Elvis really died
at. He was down on his sofa eating pork rinds and soda, suddenly,
nothing happened to his pants, cause CHUCK NORRIS killed him. That's why
you lock your door, suddenly your buttocks are pinched by Chuck, rivers
of blood come out because of the ruptured hemorrhoids. The blood
suddenly became chin-fists o'fury! Then you'll become very squeamesh
& giddy with a feeling of Chuckness inside you. But you decided that
Chuckness equals Woodchuckness, so you enjoyed it till the face turned
pale green then gooey & sticky like melted chocolate bars cooking by
uncooled CPU.Then I discovered my ripped open victims who screamed "I
like it, I love it! I, grabbed their guts
 
@ Tyrax Lightning
Dont worry, the forums is buggy as hell if it comes to spacing in posts, sometimes spacing screws up, you cannot do anything about it.  

Modifié par The Woldan , 16 février 2010 - 12:04 .

[Tyrax Lightning]

So once I found a treasure that contained a Golden Globe. The Globe
kicked
my puppy to the acid pool where he mutated into a GIANT LEMON!
The
lemon started squirting white stuff, which smelled like coconuts,
vodka
and my husband's big infected pimples that are on his dresser,
because
he ate too much of his dog's cheese that tasted very, very,
spicy.
Then one day I wanted a new life, where in the Collector Hive I
smelled
a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. SoI then...
Sat
down and... I stole some cream pie recipes. They tasted very much
like
my pink lacy thong and my mother's latest poison recipe. Then I
found
something starting with a, which was... well, sort of red and
fruity....
and kinda smelled like pickles. Then I felt like... crying
like I
was masterbating, which I do whenever I see a giant panda eating a
pickle.
Which reminds me, I missed my lemon-like puppy because it was
damn
sexy just like Sue Johanson. I had sex withSueJohanson. Google then
took
Sue to the distant island near a MEGA COMBO BREAKER which resulted
in
world wide panic. So Santa Claus joined Village people because he
saw
an elf named Optimus Prime. Then he lost weight and turned into
Sinterklass
because he needs more muscle. You may wonder why this story
makes
so much sense, it's because of the huge conspiracy of the donkeys
that
steal McDonalds cookies thatc ome from Google Island where fast
food
rules with an iron ass and a chocolate freddo frog. Elephants
denied
conspiracies of Google kidnapping packets of cheese and Sue
Johanson.
Then I went to kick Google's fat, ugly butt.

Then Google kicked
my fat, ugly cat. I yelled, "Wheres my watermelon?!", so I
thought,
What am I playing with tonight, then I remembered that the
monkey
owed money to the green leprechauns because he stole their mother
and
took her to the bedroom because she always hid Banana Bombs from
Hugh
Heffner, but the green leprechauns, friends of Heffner, wanted
intercourse
instead. After that, I squirted mayonaise on jenna marae's
low-carb
sandwich until suddenly, Sinterklass a.k.a. Tor Pedo stormed
a.k.a.
Darth Vader a.k.a Santa Claus, stole my pink unicycle's saddle
a.k.a.
my mobile fun device. But Sue Johanson escaped from Google and
ended
reality! Or so we thought, untill giant flying objects made
driving
dangerous in thespace-time continuum.... how the hell... Why am I
turning
into gay friendly neighborhoods, where kittens poop
marshmellows?
Because dysfunctional elves are writing this while i
lubricate
cherry pie apples to shove deep under the snow. Once they're
frozen I
will disintegrate all the world's natural resources, then I
will
kill hip-hop music DEAD!

Meanwhile, at Valve strange orange
octagons released episode 3. Author George Lucas, suspiciously
implanted
silicone in place of watermelon flavoured pimp drinks,
so that when
Zapp Brannigan starts chopping basil he'll find Kip in his
underwear.
Unfortunately, George Lucas destroyed those implants in an
attempt
tobring meatloaf back to life using Kurt Cobain's dead body.
However,
this story's tl:dr'd so I suppose I should bump or maybe
restart,
on second thought, let's have four words: No way! Keep going!
My
water broke the four word change and my inability to follow simple
directions.
Meanwhile in another region devoid of people who notice
rules,
there lives purplish blue, ten-foot tall, feline aliens called
the
Periwinkle ******. Ardent practioners of solipsism and stupid,
ill-mannered,
narrow-minded yappers, that hate pink clothes.

The
End.

Or
is it?

Yeah, it is.

"No, just kidding!" ejaculated the
infuriated, blood filled spongy thingy
majig. It was the only the
Periwinkle ****** that bump this thread so
that the carrots eat the
ferrets and the clerics ****** on Sue Johanson.
Google joined with
Sinterklass otherwise the universe will give birth to
Mauve
Ectoplasmic Sponge Lifeforms! And that would be unfortunate
because
they're long-winded gossipers and know where Elvis really died
at.
He was down on his sofa eating pork rinds and soda, suddenly,
nothing
happened to his pants, cause CHUCK NORRIS killed him. That's why
you
lock your door, suddenly your buttocks are pinched by Chuck, rivers
of
blood come out because of the ruptured hemorrhoids. The blood
suddenly
became chin-fists o'fury! Then you'll become very squeamesh
&
giddy with a feeling of Chuckness inside you. But you decided that
Chuckness
equals Woodchuckness, so you enjoyed it till the face turned
pale
green then gooey & sticky like melted chocolate bars cooking by
uncooled
CPU.Then I discovered my ripped open victims who screamed "I
like
it, I love it! I, grabbed their guts, & you're grabbing mine!"

Edit: ...

Modifié par Tyrax Lightning, 16 février 2010 - 12:24 .

[Giant ambush beetle]

I tried to fix the spaces, but it got even worse.
I'll try again....

Modifié par The Woldan , 16 février 2010 - 12:52 .

[Tyrax Lightning]

I hate to admit it, but this story might have to be wrapped up so the next one can start.

[Lotion Soronarr]

So once I found a treasure that contained a Golden Globe. The Globe
kicked
my puppy to the acid pool where he mutated into a GIANT LEMON!
The
lemon started squirting white stuff, which smelled like coconuts,
vodka
and my husband's big infected pimples that are on his dresser,
because
he ate too much of his dog's cheese that tasted very, very,
spicy.
Then one day I wanted a new life, where in the Collector Hive I
smelled
a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. SoI then...
Sat
down and... I stole some cream pie recipes. They tasted very much
like
my pink lacy thong and my mother's latest poison recipe. Then I
found
something starting with a, which was... well, sort of red and
fruity....
and kinda smelled like pickles. Then I felt like... crying
like I
was masterbating, which I do whenever I see a giant panda eating a
pickle.
Which reminds me, I missed my lemon-like puppy because it was
damn
sexy just like Sue Johanson. I had sex withSueJohanson. Google then
took
Sue to the distant island near a MEGA COMBO BREAKER which resulted
in
world wide panic. So Santa Claus joined Village people because he
saw
an elf named Optimus Prime. Then he lost weight and turned into
Sinterklass
because he needs more muscle. You may wonder why this story
makes
so much sense, it's because of the huge conspiracy of the donkeys
that
steal McDonalds cookies thatc ome from Google Island where fast
food
rules with an iron ass and a chocolate freddo frog. Elephants
denied
conspiracies of Google kidnapping packets of cheese and Sue
Johanson.
Then I went to kick Google's fat, ugly butt.

Then Google kicked
my fat, ugly cat. I yelled, "Wheres my watermelon?!", so I
thought,
What am I playing with tonight, then I remembered that the
monkey
owed money to the green leprechauns because he stole their mother
and
took her to the bedroom because she always hid Banana Bombs from
Hugh
Heffner, but the green leprechauns, friends of Heffner, wanted
intercourse
instead. After that, I squirted mayonaise on jenna marae's
low-carb
sandwich until suddenly, Sinterklass a.k.a. Tor Pedo stormed
a.k.a.
Darth Vader a.k.a Santa Claus, stole my pink unicycle's saddle
a.k.a.
my mobile fun device. But Sue Johanson escaped from Google and
ended
reality! Or so we thought, untill giant flying objects made
driving
dangerous in thespace-time continuum.... how the hell... Why am I
turning
into gay friendly neighborhoods, where kittens poop
marshmellows?
Because dysfunctional elves are writing this while i
lubricate
cherry pie apples to shove deep under the snow. Once they're
frozen I
will disintegrate all the world's natural resources, then I
will
kill hip-hop music DEAD!

Meanwhile, at Valve strange orange
octagons released episode 3. Author George Lucas, suspiciously
implanted
silicone in place of watermelon flavoured pimp drinks,
so that when
Zapp Brannigan starts chopping basil he'll find Kip in his
underwear.
Unfortunately, George Lucas destroyed those implants in an
attempt
tobring meatloaf back to life using Kurt Cobain's dead body.
However,
this story's tl:dr'd so I suppose I should bump or maybe
restart,
on second thought, let's have four words: No way! Keep going!
My
water broke the four word change and my inability to follow simple
directions.
Meanwhile in another region devoid of people who notice
rules,
there lives purplish blue, ten-foot tall, feline aliens called
the
Periwinkle ******. Ardent practioners of solipsism and stupid,
ill-mannered,
narrow-minded yappers, that hate pink clothes.

The
End.

Or
is it?

Yeah, it is.

"No, just kidding!" ejaculated the
infuriated, blood filled spongy thingy
majig. It was the only the
Periwinkle ****** that bump this thread so
that the carrots eat the
ferrets and the clerics ****** on Sue Johanson.
Google joined with
Sinterklass otherwise the universe will give birth to
Mauve
Ectoplasmic Sponge Lifeforms! And that would be unfortunate
because
they're long-winded gossipers and know where Elvis really died
at.
He was down on his sofa eating pork rinds and soda, suddenly,
nothing
happened to his pants, cause CHUCK NORRIS killed him. That's why
you
lock your door, suddenly your buttocks are pinched by Chuck, rivers
of
blood come out because of the ruptured hemorrhoids. The blood
suddenly
became chin-fists o'fury! Then you'll become very squeamesh
&
giddy with a feeling of Chuckness inside you. But you decided that
Chuckness
equals Woodchuckness, so you enjoyed it till the face turned
pale
green then gooey & sticky like melted chocolate bars cooking by
uncooled
CPU.Then I discovered my ripped open victims who screamed "I
like
it, I love it! I, grabbed their guts, & you're grabbing mine!"

Nostalgia Critic said:

Modifié par Lotion Soronnar, 18 février 2010 - 10:24 .

[Tyrax Lightning]

So once I found a treasure that contained a Golden Globe. The Globe kicked my puppy to the acid pool where he mutated into a GIANT LEMON! The lemon
started squirting white stuff, which smelled like coconuts, vodka and my husband's big infected pimples that are on his dresser, because he ate too much of his dog's cheese that tasted very, very, spicy. Then
one day I wanted a new life, where in the Collector Hive I smelled a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. SoI then... Sat down and... I stole some cream pie recipes. They tasted very much like my pink lacy thong and my mother's latest poison recipe. Then I found something starting with a, which was... well, sort of red and fruity... and kinda smelled like pickles. Then I felt like... crying like I was
masterbating, which I do whenever I see a giant panda eating a pickle. Which reminds me, I missed my lemon-like puppy because it was damn sexy
just like Sue Johanson. I had sex withSueJohanson. Google then took Sue to the distant island near a MEGA COMBO BREAKER which resulted in world wide panic. So Santa Claus joined Village people because he saw an elf named Optimus Prime. Then he lost weight and turned into Sinterklass because he needs more muscle. You may wonder why this story makes so
much sense, it's because of the huge conspiracy of the donkeys that steal McDonalds cookies thatc ome from Google Island where fast food rules with an iron ass and a chocolate freddo frog. Elephants denied conspiracies of Google kidnapping packets of cheese and Sue Johanson. Then I went to kick Google's fat, ugly butt.

Then Google kicked my
fat, ugly cat. I yelled, "Wheres my watermelon?!", so I thought, What
am I playing with tonight, then I remembered that the monkey owed
money to the green leprechauns because he stole their mother and took her to the bedroom because she always hid Banana Bombs from Hugh Heffner, but the green leprechauns, friends of Heffner, wanted intercourse instead. After that, I squirted mayonaise on jenna marae's low-carb sandwich until suddenly, Sinterklass a.k.a. Tor Pedo stormed a.k.a. Darth Vader a.k.a Santa Claus, stole my pink unicycle's saddle a.k.a. my mobile fun device. But Sue Johanson escaped from Google and ended reality! Or so we thought, untill giant flying objects made driving dangerous in thespace-time continuum.... how the hell... Why am I turning into gay friendly neighborhoods, where kittens poop marshmellows? Because
dysfunctional elves are writing this while i lubricate cherry
pie apples to shove deep under the snow. Once they're frozen I will disintegrate all the world's natural resources, then I will kill
hip-hop music DEAD!

Meanwhile, at Valve strange orange octagons
released episode 3. Author George Lucas, suspiciously implanted silicone in place of watermelon flavoured pimp drinks, so that when Zapp
Brannigan starts chopping basil he'll find Kip in his underwear. Unfortunately, George Lucas destroyed those implants in an attempt to bring
meatloaf back to life using Kurt Cobain's dead body. However, this story's tl:dr'd so I suppose I should bump or maybe restart, on
second thought, let's have four words: No way! Keep going! My water
broke the four word change and my inability to follow simple directions. Meanwhile in another region devoid of people who notice rules,  there
lives purplish blue, ten-foot tall, feline aliens called the Periwinkle
******. Ardent practioners of solipsism and stupid, ill-mannered, narrow-minded yappers, that hate pink clothes.

The End.

Or is it?

Yeah, it is.

"No, just kidding!" ejaculated the infuriated,
blood filled spongy thingy majig. It was the only the Periwinkle
****** that bump this thread so that the carrots eat the ferrets and the clerics ****** on Sue Johanson. Google joined with Sinterklass
otherwise the universe will give birth to Mauve Ectoplasmic
Sponge Lifeforms! And that would be unfortunate because they're
long-winded gossipers and know where Elvis really died at. He
was down on his sofa eating pork rinds and soda, suddenly, nothing happened to his pants, cause CHUCK NORRIS killed him. That's why you lock your door, suddenly your buttocks are pinched by Chuck, rivers of blood come out because of the ruptured hemorrhoids. The blood suddenly became chin-fists o'fury! Then you'll become very squeamesh &
giddy
with a feeling of Chuckness inside you. But you decided that Chuckness equals Woodchuckness, so you enjoyed it till the face turned pale green
then gooey & sticky like melted chocolate bars cooking by uncooled CPU.Then I discovered my ripped open victims who screamed "I like it,
I love it! I, grabbed their guts,
& you're grabbing mine!"

Nostalgia Critic said: Critter tripper fritter gitter!

[OMG prt-scr]

I have to say this.....

[OMG prt-scr]

Say WUT?

[Tyrax Lightning]

It's looking like this Story has finished it's growth. Perhaps it's time for the next one?

[Giant ambush beetle]

I think thats a good idea!

[druplesnubb]

Fine lets start with a new one:



My house screamed

[Giant ambush beetle]

My house screamed with the echoes of rabid rampaging furbies

Modifié par The Woldan , 13 mars 2010 - 10:42 .

[druplesnubb]

My house screamed with the echoes of rabid rampaging furbies who shot lazerbeams

[Tyrax Lightning]

My house screamed with the echoes of rabid rampaging furbies, who shot laser beams out of there, Toys R Us!

Modifié par Tyrax Lightning, 14 mars 2010 - 04:08 .