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[Tor_pedo]

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, wherein the Collector Hive I
smelled a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. So I
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 with Sue Johanson.
Googlethen 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 Mc Donalds cookies that come 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 jennamarae'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 the space-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

[babydavey]

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, wherein the Collector Hive I

smelled a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. So I

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 with Sue Johanson.

Googlethen 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 Mc Donalds cookies that come 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 jennamarae'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 the space-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

[MerinTB]

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, wherein the Collector Hive I
smelled a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. So I
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 with Sue Johanson.
Googlethen 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 Mc Donalds cookies that come 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 jennamarae'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 the space-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

[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, wherein the Collector Hive I

smelled a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. So I

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 with Sue Johanson.

Googlethen 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 Mc Donalds cookies that come 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 jennamarae'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 the space-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

[MerinTB]

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, wherein the Collector Hive I smelled a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. So I 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 with Sue Johanson. 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 Mc Donalds cookies that come 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 jennamarae'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 the space-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

[MOTpoetryION]

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, wherein the Collector Hive I smelled a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. So I 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 with Sue Johanson. 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 Mc Donalds cookies that come 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 jennamarae'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 the space-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

[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, wherein the Collector Hive I smelled a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. So I 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 with Sue Johanson. 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 Mc Donalds cookies that come 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 jennamarae'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 the space-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!

[Skellimancer]

 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, wherein the Collector Hive I smelled a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. So I 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 with Sue Johanson. 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 Mc Donalds cookies that come 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 jennamarae'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 the space-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

[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, wherein the Collector Hive I smelled a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. So I 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 with Sue Johanson. 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 Mc Donalds cookies that come 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 jennamarae'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 the space-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

[MerinTB]

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, wherein the Collector Hive I smelled a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. So I 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 with Sue Johanson. 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 Mc Donalds cookies that come 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 jennamarae'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 the space-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

Modifié par MerinTB, 19 janvier 2010 - 05:39 .

[krisd2]

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, wherein the Collector
Hive I smelled a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. So
I 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 with Sue
Johanson. 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 Mc Donalds cookies that come
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 jennamarae'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 the
space-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.

Modifié par krisd2, 19 janvier 2010 - 05:56 .

[Junedax]

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, wherein the Collector
Hive I smelled a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. So
I 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 with Sue
Johanson. 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 Mc Donalds cookies that come
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 jennamarae'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 the
space-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

[Dr Metzger]

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, wherein the Collector

Hive I smelled a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. So

I 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 with Sue

Johanson. 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 Mc Donalds cookies that come

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 jennamarae'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 the

space-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

[MerinTB]

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, wherein the Collector
Hive I smelled a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. So
I 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 with Sue
Johanson. 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 Mc Donalds cookies that come
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 jennamarae'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 the
space-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

[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, wherein the Collector
Hive I smelled a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. So
I 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 with Sue
Johanson. 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 Mc Donalds cookies that come
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 jennamarae'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 the
space-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

[Steel Moon]

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, wherein the Collector
Hive I smelled a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. So
I 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 with Sue
Johanson. 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 Mc Donalds cookies that come
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 jennamarae'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 the
space-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 ******.

[MerinTB]

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, wherein the Collector
Hive I smelled a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. So
I 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 with Sue
Johanson. 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 Mc Donalds cookies that come
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 jennamarae'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 the
space-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

[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, wherein the Collector

Hive I smelled a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. So

I 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 with Sue

Johanson. 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 Mc Donalds cookies that come

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 jennamarae'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 the

space-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