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[Gandalf-the-Fabulous]

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 clothes.

The End.

[andrewv42]

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 tricyles. I like to

[Gandalf-the-Fabulous]

Sir I believe you skipped my post so I shall post it again

[Gandalf-the-Fabulous]

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 clothes.

The End.

Modifié par Gandalf-the-Fabulous, 22 janvier 2010 - 02:10 .

[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 ******. Ardent practioners of solipsism and stupid, ill-mannered, narrow-minded yappers, that hate pink clothes.

The End. 

Or is it?

[Gandalf-the-Fabulous]

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 clothes.

The End. 

Or is it?

Yeah it is.

[Dewnis]

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 clothes.

The End. 

Or is it?

Yeah it is. No, just kidding!

[andrewv42]

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 clothes.



The End.



Or is it?



Yeah it is. "No, just kidding!" ejaculated the infuriated

[Sa Seba]

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 clothes.

The End.

Or
is it?

Yeah it is. "No, just kidding!" ejaculated the
infuriated, blood filled spongy

Modifié par Sa Seba, 22 janvier 2010 - 07:38 .

[Moodath]

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 clothes.



The End.



Or

is it?



Yeah it is. "No, just kidding!" ejaculated the

infuriated, blood filled spongy thingy majig. It

[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 ******. 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

[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, 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 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

[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 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

[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 ******. 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.

[Fragtallity]

So once I found a treasure that contained a Golden Globe. The Globekicked my puppy to the acid pool where he mutated into a GIANTLEMON! The lemon started squirting white stuff, which smelled likecoconuts, vodka and my husband's big infected pimples that are on hisdresser, 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 CollectorHive I smelled a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. SoI then... Sat down and...I stole some cream pie recipes. They tastedvery 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 redand fruity....and kinda smelled like pickles. Then I felt like...crying like I was masterbating, which I do whenever I see a giant pandaeating a pickle. Which reminds me, I missed my lemon-like puppy becauseit was damn sexy just like Sue Johanson. I had sex with SueJohanson. Google then took Sue to the distant island near a MEGA COMBOBREAKER which resulted in world wide panic. So Santa Claus joinedVillage people because he saw an elf named Optimus Prime. Then he lostweight and turned into Sinterklass because he needs more muscle. Youmay wonder why this story makes so much sense, it's because of thehuge conspiracy of the donkeys that steal Mc Donalds cookies that comefrom Google Island where fast food rules with an iron ass and achocolate freddo frog. Elephants denied conspiracies of Googlekidnapping packets of cheese and Sue Johanson. Then I went to kickGoogle'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 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

[Tyrax Lightning]

So once I found a treasure that contained a Golden Globe. The Globekicked my puppy to the acid pool where he mutated into a GIANTLEMON! The lemon started squirting white stuff, which smelled likecoconuts, vodka and my husband's big infected pimples that are on hisdresser, 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 CollectorHive I smelled a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. SoI then... Sat down and...I stole some cream pie recipes. They tastedvery 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 redand fruity....and kinda smelled like pickles. Then I felt like...crying like I was masterbating, which I do whenever I see a giant pandaeating a pickle. Which reminds me, I missed my lemon-like puppy becauseit was damn sexy just like Sue Johanson. I had sex with SueJohanson. Google then took Sue to the distant island near a MEGA COMBOBREAKER which resulted in world wide panic. So Santa Claus joinedVillage people because he saw an elf named Optimus Prime. Then he lostweight and turned into Sinterklass because he needs more muscle. Youmay wonder why this story makes so much sense, it's because of thehuge conspiracy of the donkeys that steal Mc Donalds cookies that comefrom Google Island where fast food rules with an iron ass and achocolate freddo frog. Elephants denied conspiracies of Googlekidnapping packets of cheese and Sue Johanson. Then I went to kickGoogle'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 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!

Modifié par Tyrax Lightning, 01 février 2010 - 05:52 .

[Avalanche guy]

So once I found a treasure that contained a Golden Globe. The Globekicked my puppy to the acid pool where he mutated into a GIANTLEMON! The lemon started squirting white stuff, which smelled likecoconuts, vodka and my husband's big infected pimples that are on hisdresser, 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 CollectorHive I smelled a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. SoI then... Sat down and...I stole some cream pie recipes. They tastedvery 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 redand fruity....and kinda smelled like pickles. Then I felt like...crying like I was masterbating, which I do whenever I see a giant pandaeating a pickle. Which reminds me, I missed my lemon-like puppy becauseit was damn sexy just like Sue Johanson. I had sex with SueJohanson. Google then took Sue to the distant island near a MEGA COMBOBREAKER which resulted in world wide panic. So Santa Claus joinedVillage people because he saw an elf named Optimus Prime. Then he lostweight and turned into Sinterklass because he needs more muscle. Youmay wonder why this story makes so much sense, it's because of thehuge conspiracy of the donkeys that steal Mc Donalds cookies that comefrom Google Island where fast food rules with an iron ass and achocolate freddo frog. Elephants denied conspiracies of Googlekidnapping packets of cheese and Sue Johanson. Then I went to kickGoogle'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 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

[Steel Moon]

So once I found a treasure that contained a Golden Globe. The Globekicked my puppy to the acid pool where he mutated into a GIANTLEMON! The lemon started squirting white stuff, which smelled likecoconuts, vodka and my husband's big infected pimples that are on hisdresser, 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 CollectorHive I smelled a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. SoI then... Sat down and...I stole some cream pie recipes. They tastedvery 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 redand fruity....and kinda smelled like pickles. Then I felt like...crying like I was masterbating, which I do whenever I see a giant pandaeating a pickle. Which reminds me, I missed my lemon-like puppy because it was damn sexy just like Sue Johanson. I had sex with SueJohanson. Google then took Sue to the distant island near a MEGA COMBOBREAKER which resulted in world wide panic. So Santa Claus joinedVillage people because he saw an elf named Optimus Prime. Then he lostweight and turned into Sinterklass because he needs more muscle. Youmay wonder why this story makes so much sense, it's because of thehuge conspiracy of the donkeys that steal Mc Donalds cookies that comefrom Google Island where fast food rules with an iron ass and achocolate freddo frog. Elephants denied conspiracies of Googlekidnapping packets of cheese and Sue Johanson. Then I went to kickGoogle'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 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

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So once I found a treasure that contained a Golden Globe. The Globekicked my puppy to the acid pool where he mutated into a GIANTLEMON! The lemon started squirting white stuff, which smelled likecoconuts, vodka and my husband's big infected pimples that are on hisdresser, 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 CollectorHive I smelled a large Krogan named Pencil who ate fish and chips. SoI then... Sat down and...I stole some cream pie recipes. They tastedvery 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 redand fruity....and kinda smelled like pickles. Then I felt like...crying like I was masterbating, which I do whenever I see a giant pandaeating a pickle. Which reminds me, I missed my lemon-like puppy because it was damn sexy just like Sue Johanson. I had sex with SueJohanson. Google then took Sue to the distant island near a MEGA COMBOBREAKER which resulted in world wide panic. So Santa Claus joinedVillage people because he saw an elf named Optimus Prime. Then he lostweight and turned into Sinterklass because he needs more muscle. Youmay wonder why this story makes so much sense, it's because of thehuge conspiracy of the donkeys that steal Mc Donalds cookies that comefrom Google Island where fast food rules with an iron ass and achocolate freddo frog. Elephants denied conspiracies of Googlekidnapping packets of cheese and Sue Johanson. Then I went to kickGoogle'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 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