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Post by exe on May 24, 2014 7:07:39 GMT -5
In the beginning a pig died, and was buried, beneath the tree. Soon it began to rise from the incredible stench of its grave. Reborn as a three-legged chicken that tasted like rotten oranges from the haunted Wal-Mart! Because of this, the chicken did a barrel roll in the aisles. Meanwhile, in Japan, ducks were plotting the assassination of King Abraham Lincoln, infamous for abolishing stovepipe hats and rainbow flavored sherbet. The pig-chicken responded with a round-house kick like Chuck Norris but the ducks attacked with quacks and knives . The ninja turtles and Master Splinter hid the pizzas from the evil orange squirrels from Omicron Persei 8 who decided they needed to rid themselves of several brightly colored rabbits. Suddenly, a bearded lady came and began to sing whimsical tunes about my lovely coconuts sitting in a bastion of power and considerable hollowness. Would you consider, should this happen, what would become of the monkey who juggled pies? No? Oh... okay...
Now that we have the story of this wonderful battle between good and the culmination of all things utterly pointless, let's move on. Next we present a peculiar tale of children's card games and people breaking the rules because of ridiculous hairstyles. Hey, wait up! Where the hell, did I put the plotline for this unbelievable story? Oh! It's next to my incredibly large, and beautiful, but very deadly cactus. On the train to Arizona, next to Agatha the toystore clerk, who had a deep love for magenta teddy bears. Agatha also loves medieval torture devices. Does this seem kinky to you? Well, of course Agatha dates pigs and scum covered unicorns - who doesn't? Well, Vlad the non-sparkly vampire, ate those unicorns with ketchup and mustard. He is allergic to sparkly-vampires and loathes ducks that peck away at his soul. Wait! Vampires don't sparkle! Real vampires murder and maim other sparkly vampire pigs. Those "pigs" that are a menace to all of the universe. Why do these mockeries continue to exist? Doesn't a group of pink turtles from the ninth toilet of Oz, exist to stop the snot? Where the sun doesn't shine? Can you take me there? Of course I can. Not that I would deign that appropriate or anything.
Now we enter the darkness of our blackest laundry appliance. Our lights aren't on, neither are our sporadic purple pizzas. In the rear a pinkle monkey threw bits of shredded dinosaur quilts at enraged and psychotic midget rhinos. While on planet Jupiter, we've begun our candy preparations. Delicious? You Bet! It's now time for us to bow down to the almighty frog. He rises from the pit of chocolate, marshmallows and eternal sticky stuff. His true name cannot be uttered for he is the one true Sailor Frog, meaning exactly that. Now he must go to Pumpkinland to eat a ham sammich. Which is extremely salty and covered in cheese. After throwing up rainbows, he drunkenly groped the mayor's beautiful, pink bananas. It caused a deranged giraffe to chortle uncontrollably while trying to dance on your head. The giraffe vomited his cousin Larry who was not any worse for wear as he tumbled down the ladder that led to the realm of dreams and magnets. He was in absolute terror when he saw the dropping puppies from the land of frost. Inscribed within the liver of the great fiend and Bubba Gump shrimp there was the great finalty of dark and deep crispy and creamy goodness. Inscribed on the top side of the paper told a tale of a unicorn who was divine and smelled strongly of oranges and was married to Flying Spaghetti Monster who simply could end all life.
Dropping his brain, the monkey could spontaneously combust into a technologic robotic apple that would destroy the universe that only Thor could hope to combat these tiny incestuous pustules of delectable and dreary non dairy chocolates. Opening your mouth he placed a warm and creamy hot chocolately milk ball that dripped yummy caramel syrup. You can only taste it in small doses because too much will give you a giant brain freeze. Your mind ends in a whirl of delicious flavor of cake and a slight taste of cherry cola. You start to dance wildly everywhere along with your delicious great need to recreate the first time you
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Post by Khepri Holland on Jun 6, 2014 2:12:30 GMT -5
In the beginning a pig died, and was buried, beneath the tree. Soon it began to rise from the incredible stench of its grave. Reborn as a three-legged chicken that tasted like rotten oranges from the haunted Wal-Mart! Because of this, the chicken did a barrel roll in the aisles. Meanwhile, in Japan, ducks were plotting the assassination of King Abraham Lincoln, infamous for abolishing stovepipe hats and rainbow flavored sherbet. The pig-chicken responded with a round-house kick like Chuck Norris but the ducks attacked with quacks and knives . The ninja turtles and Master Splinter hid the pizzas from the evil orange squirrels from Omicron Persei 8 who decided they needed to rid themselves of several brightly colored rabbits. Suddenly, a bearded lady came and began to sing whimsical tunes about my lovely coconuts sitting in a bastion of power and considerable hollowness. Would you consider, should this happen, what would become of the monkey who juggled pies? No? Oh... okay...
Now that we have the story of this wonderful battle between good and the culmination of all things utterly pointless, let's move on. Next we present a peculiar tale of children's card games and people breaking the rules because of ridiculous hairstyles. Hey, wait up! Where the hell, did I put the plotline for this unbelievable story? Oh! It's next to my incredibly large, and beautiful, but very deadly cactus. On the train to Arizona, next to Agatha the toystore clerk, who had a deep love for magenta teddy bears. Agatha also loves medieval torture devices. Does this seem kinky to you? Well, of course Agatha dates pigs and scum covered unicorns - who doesn't? Well, Vlad the non-sparkly vampire, ate those unicorns with ketchup and mustard. He is allergic to sparkly-vampires and loathes ducks that peck away at his soul. Wait! Vampires don't sparkle! Real vampires murder and maim other sparkly vampire pigs. Those "pigs" that are a menace to all of the universe. Why do these mockeries continue to exist? Doesn't a group of pink turtles from the ninth toilet of Oz, exist to stop the snot? Where the sun doesn't shine? Can you take me there? Of course I can. Not that I would deign that appropriate or anything.
Now we enter the darkness of our blackest laundry appliance. Our lights aren't on, neither are our sporadic purple pizzas. In the rear a pinkle monkey threw bits of shredded dinosaur quilts at enraged and psychotic midget rhinos. While on planet Jupiter, we've begun our candy preparations. Delicious? You Bet! It's now time for us to bow down to the almighty frog. He rises from the pit of chocolate, marshmallows and eternal sticky stuff. His true name cannot be uttered for he is the one true Sailor Frog, meaning exactly that. Now he must go to Pumpkinland to eat a ham sammich. Which is extremely salty and covered in cheese. After throwing up rainbows, he drunkenly groped the mayor's beautiful, pink bananas. It caused a deranged giraffe to chortle uncontrollably while trying to dance on your head. The giraffe vomited his cousin Larry who was not any worse for wear as he tumbled down the ladder that led to the realm of dreams and magnets. He was in absolute terror when he saw the dropping puppies from the land of frost. Inscribed within the liver of the great fiend and Bubba Gump shrimp there was the great finalty of dark and deep crispy and creamy goodness. Inscribed on the top side of the paper told a tale of a unicorn who was divine and smelled strongly of oranges and was married to Flying Spaghetti Monster who simply could end all life.
Dropping his brain, the monkey could spontaneously combust into a technologic robotic apple that would destroy the universe that only Thor could hope to combat these tiny incestuous pustules of delectable and dreary non dairy chocolates. Opening your mouth he placed a warm and creamy hot chocolately milk ball that dripped yummy caramel syrup. You can only taste it in small doses because too much will give you a giant brain freeze. Your mind ends in a whirl of delicious flavor of cake and a slight taste of cherry cola. You start to dance wildly everywhere along with your delicious great need to recreate the first time you ever had a
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Post by Feather on Jun 10, 2014 5:16:39 GMT -5
In the beginning a pig died, and was buried, beneath the tree. Soon it began to rise from the incredible stench of its grave. Reborn as a three-legged chicken that tasted like rotten oranges from the haunted Wal-Mart! Because of this, the chicken did a barrel roll in the aisles. Meanwhile, in Japan, ducks were plotting the assassination of King Abraham Lincoln, infamous for abolishing stovepipe hats and rainbow flavored sherbet. The pig-chicken responded with a round-house kick like Chuck Norris but the ducks attacked with quacks and knives . The ninja turtles and Master Splinter hid the pizzas from the evil orange squirrels from Omicron Persei 8 who decided they needed to rid themselves of several brightly colored rabbits. Suddenly, a bearded lady came and began to sing whimsical tunes about my lovely coconuts sitting in a bastion of power and considerable hollowness. Would you consider, should this happen, what would become of the monkey who juggled pies? No? Oh... okay...
Now that we have the story of this wonderful battle between good and the culmination of all things utterly pointless, let's move on. Next we present a peculiar tale of children's card games and people breaking the rules because of ridiculous hairstyles. Hey, wait up! Where the hell, did I put the plotline for this unbelievable story? Oh! It's next to my incredibly large, and beautiful, but very deadly cactus. On the train to Arizona, next to Agatha the toystore clerk, who had a deep love for magenta teddy bears. Agatha also loves medieval torture devices. Does this seem kinky to you? Well, of course Agatha dates pigs and scum covered unicorns - who doesn't? Well, Vlad the non-sparkly vampire, ate those unicorns with ketchup and mustard. He is allergic to sparkly-vampires and loathes ducks that peck away at his soul. Wait! Vampires don't sparkle! Real vampires murder and maim other sparkly vampire pigs. Those "pigs" that are a menace to all of the universe. Why do these mockeries continue to exist? Doesn't a group of pink turtles from the ninth toilet of Oz, exist to stop the snot? Where the sun doesn't shine? Can you take me there? Of course I can. Not that I would deign that appropriate or anything.
Now we enter the darkness of our blackest laundry appliance. Our lights aren't on, neither are our sporadic purple pizzas. In the rear a pinkle monkey threw bits of shredded dinosaur quilts at enraged and psychotic midget rhinos. While on planet Jupiter, we've begun our candy preparations. Delicious? You Bet! It's now time for us to bow down to the almighty frog. He rises from the pit of chocolate, marshmallows and eternal sticky stuff. His true name cannot be uttered for he is the one true Sailor Frog, meaning exactly that. Now he must go to Pumpkinland to eat a ham sammich. Which is extremely salty and covered in cheese. After throwing up rainbows, he drunkenly groped the mayor's beautiful, pink bananas. It caused a deranged giraffe to chortle uncontrollably while trying to dance on your head. The giraffe vomited his cousin Larry who was not any worse for wear as he tumbled down the ladder that led to the realm of dreams and magnets. He was in absolute terror when he saw the dropping puppies from the land of frost. Inscribed within the liver of the great fiend and Bubba Gump shrimp there was the great finalty of dark and deep crispy and creamy goodness. Inscribed on the top side of the paper told a tale of a unicorn who was divine and smelled strongly of oranges and was married to Flying Spaghetti Monster who simply could end all life.
Dropping his brain, the monkey could spontaneously combust into a technologic robotic apple that would destroy the universe that only Thor could hope to combat these tiny incestuous pustules of delectable and dreary non dairy chocolates. Opening your mouth he placed a warm and creamy hot chocolately milk ball that dripped yummy caramel syrup. You can only taste it in small doses because too much will give you a giant brain freeze. Your mind ends in a whirl of delicious flavor of cake and a slight taste of cherry cola. You start to dance wildly everywhere along with your delicious great need to recreate the first time you ever had a cola
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Post by Khepri Holland on Jun 10, 2014 13:17:10 GMT -5
In the beginning a pig died, and was buried, beneath the tree. Soon it began to rise from the incredible stench of its grave. Reborn as a three-legged chicken that tasted like rotten oranges from the haunted Wal-Mart! Because of this, the chicken did a barrel roll in the aisles. Meanwhile, in Japan, ducks were plotting the assassination of King Abraham Lincoln, infamous for abolishing stovepipe hats and rainbow flavored sherbet. The pig-chicken responded with a round-house kick like Chuck Norris but the ducks attacked with quacks and knives . The ninja turtles and Master Splinter hid the pizzas from the evil orange squirrels from Omicron Persei 8 who decided they needed to rid themselves of several brightly colored rabbits. Suddenly, a bearded lady came and began to sing whimsical tunes about my lovely coconuts sitting in a bastion of power and considerable hollowness. Would you consider, should this happen, what would become of the monkey who juggled pies? No? Oh... okay...
Now that we have the story of this wonderful battle between good and the culmination of all things utterly pointless, let's move on. Next we present a peculiar tale of children's card games and people breaking the rules because of ridiculous hairstyles. Hey, wait up! Where the hell, did I put the plotline for this unbelievable story? Oh! It's next to my incredibly large, and beautiful, but very deadly cactus. On the train to Arizona, next to Agatha the toystore clerk, who had a deep love for magenta teddy bears. Agatha also loves medieval torture devices. Does this seem kinky to you? Well, of course Agatha dates pigs and scum covered unicorns - who doesn't? Well, Vlad the non-sparkly vampire, ate those unicorns with ketchup and mustard. He is allergic to sparkly-vampires and loathes ducks that peck away at his soul. Wait! Vampires don't sparkle! Real vampires murder and maim other sparkly vampire pigs. Those "pigs" that are a menace to all of the universe. Why do these mockeries continue to exist? Doesn't a group of pink turtles from the ninth toilet of Oz, exist to stop the snot? Where the sun doesn't shine? Can you take me there? Of course I can. Not that I would deign that appropriate or anything.
Now we enter the darkness of our blackest laundry appliance. Our lights aren't on, neither are our sporadic purple pizzas. In the rear a pinkle monkey threw bits of shredded dinosaur quilts at enraged and psychotic midget rhinos. While on planet Jupiter, we've begun our candy preparations. Delicious? You Bet! It's now time for us to bow down to the almighty frog. He rises from the pit of chocolate, marshmallows and eternal sticky stuff. His true name cannot be uttered for he is the one true Sailor Frog, meaning exactly that. Now he must go to Pumpkinland to eat a ham sammich. Which is extremely salty and covered in cheese. After throwing up rainbows, he drunkenly groped the mayor's beautiful, pink bananas. It caused a deranged giraffe to chortle uncontrollably while trying to dance on your head. The giraffe vomited his cousin Larry who was not any worse for wear as he tumbled down the ladder that led to the realm of dreams and magnets. He was in absolute terror when he saw the dropping puppies from the land of frost. Inscribed within the liver of the great fiend and Bubba Gump shrimp there was the great finalty of dark and deep crispy and creamy goodness. Inscribed on the top side of the paper told a tale of a unicorn who was divine and smelled strongly of oranges and was married to Flying Spaghetti Monster who simply could end all life.
Dropping his brain, the monkey could spontaneously combust into a technologic robotic apple that would destroy the universe that only Thor could hope to combat these tiny incestuous pustules of delectable and dreary non dairy chocolates. Opening your mouth he placed a warm and creamy hot chocolately milk ball that dripped yummy caramel syrup. You can only taste it in small doses because too much will give you a giant brain freeze. Your mind ends in a whirl of delicious flavor of cake and a slight taste of cherry cola. You start to dance wildly everywhere along with your delicious great need to recreate the first time you ever had a cola because it was
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Post by Feather on Jun 13, 2014 17:00:19 GMT -5
In the beginning a pig died, and was buried, beneath the tree. Soon it began to rise from the incredible stench of its grave. Reborn as a three-legged chicken that tasted like rotten oranges from the haunted Wal-Mart! Because of this, the chicken did a barrel roll in the aisles. Meanwhile, in Japan, ducks were plotting the assassination of King Abraham Lincoln, infamous for abolishing stovepipe hats and rainbow flavored sherbet. The pig-chicken responded with a round-house kick like Chuck Norris but the ducks attacked with quacks and knives . The ninja turtles and Master Splinter hid the pizzas from the evil orange squirrels from Omicron Persei 8 who decided they needed to rid themselves of several brightly colored rabbits. Suddenly, a bearded lady came and began to sing whimsical tunes about my lovely coconuts sitting in a bastion of power and considerable hollowness. Would you consider, should this happen, what would become of the monkey who juggled pies? No? Oh... okay...
Now that we have the story of this wonderful battle between good and the culmination of all things utterly pointless, let's move on. Next we present a peculiar tale of children's card games and people breaking the rules because of ridiculous hairstyles. Hey, wait up! Where the hell, did I put the plotline for this unbelievable story? Oh! It's next to my incredibly large, and beautiful, but very deadly cactus. On the train to Arizona, next to Agatha the toystore clerk, who had a deep love for magenta teddy bears. Agatha also loves medieval torture devices. Does this seem kinky to you? Well, of course Agatha dates pigs and scum covered unicorns - who doesn't? Well, Vlad the non-sparkly vampire, ate those unicorns with ketchup and mustard. He is allergic to sparkly-vampires and loathes ducks that peck away at his soul. Wait! Vampires don't sparkle! Real vampires murder and maim other sparkly vampire pigs. Those "pigs" that are a menace to all of the universe. Why do these mockeries continue to exist? Doesn't a group of pink turtles from the ninth toilet of Oz, exist to stop the snot? Where the sun doesn't shine? Can you take me there? Of course I can. Not that I would deign that appropriate or anything.
Now we enter the darkness of our blackest laundry appliance. Our lights aren't on, neither are our sporadic purple pizzas. In the rear a pinkle monkey threw bits of shredded dinosaur quilts at enraged and psychotic midget rhinos. While on planet Jupiter, we've begun our candy preparations. Delicious? You Bet! It's now time for us to bow down to the almighty frog. He rises from the pit of chocolate, marshmallows and eternal sticky stuff. His true name cannot be uttered for he is the one true Sailor Frog, meaning exactly that. Now he must go to Pumpkinland to eat a ham sammich. Which is extremely salty and covered in cheese. After throwing up rainbows, he drunkenly groped the mayor's beautiful, pink bananas. It caused a deranged giraffe to chortle uncontrollably while trying to dance on your head. The giraffe vomited his cousin Larry who was not any worse for wear as he tumbled down the ladder that led to the realm of dreams and magnets. He was in absolute terror when he saw the dropping puppies from the land of frost. Inscribed within the liver of the great fiend and Bubba Gump shrimp there was the great finalty of dark and deep crispy and creamy goodness. Inscribed on the top side of the paper told a tale of a unicorn who was divine and smelled strongly of oranges and was married to Flying Spaghetti Monster who simply could end all life.
Dropping his brain, the monkey could spontaneously combust into a technologic robotic apple that would destroy the universe that only Thor could hope to combat these tiny incestuous pustules of delectable and dreary non dairy chocolates. Opening your mouth he placed a warm and creamy hot chocolately milk ball that dripped yummy caramel syrup. You can only taste it in small doses because too much will give you a giant brain freeze. Your mind ends in a whirl of delicious flavor of cake and a slight taste of cherry cola. You start to dance wildly everywhere along with your delicious great need to recreate the first time you ever had a cola because it was the most amazing
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Post by exe on Jun 16, 2014 19:59:37 GMT -5
In the beginning a pig died, and was buried, beneath the tree. Soon it began to rise from the incredible stench of its grave. Reborn as a three-legged chicken that tasted like rotten oranges from the haunted Wal-Mart! Because of this, the chicken did a barrel roll in the aisles. Meanwhile, in Japan, ducks were plotting the assassination of King Abraham Lincoln, infamous for abolishing stovepipe hats and rainbow flavored sherbet. The pig-chicken responded with a round-house kick like Chuck Norris but the ducks attacked with quacks and knives . The ninja turtles and Master Splinter hid the pizzas from the evil orange squirrels from Omicron Persei 8 who decided they needed to rid themselves of several brightly colored rabbits. Suddenly, a bearded lady came and began to sing whimsical tunes about my lovely coconuts sitting in a bastion of power and considerable hollowness. Would you consider, should this happen, what would become of the monkey who juggled pies? No? Oh... okay...
Now that we have the story of this wonderful battle between good and the culmination of all things utterly pointless, let's move on. Next we present a peculiar tale of children's card games and people breaking the rules because of ridiculous hairstyles. Hey, wait up! Where the hell, did I put the plotline for this unbelievable story? Oh! It's next to my incredibly large, and beautiful, but very deadly cactus. On the train to Arizona, next to Agatha the toystore clerk, who had a deep love for magenta teddy bears. Agatha also loves medieval torture devices. Does this seem kinky to you? Well, of course Agatha dates pigs and scum covered unicorns - who doesn't? Well, Vlad the non-sparkly vampire, ate those unicorns with ketchup and mustard. He is allergic to sparkly-vampires and loathes ducks that peck away at his soul. Wait! Vampires don't sparkle! Real vampires murder and maim other sparkly vampire pigs. Those "pigs" that are a menace to all of the universe. Why do these mockeries continue to exist? Doesn't a group of pink turtles from the ninth toilet of Oz, exist to stop the snot? Where the sun doesn't shine? Can you take me there? Of course I can. Not that I would deign that appropriate or anything.
Now we enter the darkness of our blackest laundry appliance. Our lights aren't on, neither are our sporadic purple pizzas. In the rear a pinkle monkey threw bits of shredded dinosaur quilts at enraged and psychotic midget rhinos. While on planet Jupiter, we've begun our candy preparations. Delicious? You Bet! It's now time for us to bow down to the almighty frog. He rises from the pit of chocolate, marshmallows and eternal sticky stuff. His true name cannot be uttered for he is the one true Sailor Frog, meaning exactly that. Now he must go to Pumpkinland to eat a ham sammich. Which is extremely salty and covered in cheese. After throwing up rainbows, he drunkenly groped the mayor's beautiful, pink bananas. It caused a deranged giraffe to chortle uncontrollably while trying to dance on your head. The giraffe vomited his cousin Larry who was not any worse for wear as he tumbled down the ladder that led to the realm of dreams and magnets. He was in absolute terror when he saw the dropping puppies from the land of frost. Inscribed within the liver of the great fiend and Bubba Gump shrimp there was the great finalty of dark and deep crispy and creamy goodness. Inscribed on the top side of the paper told a tale of a unicorn who was divine and smelled strongly of oranges and was married to Flying Spaghetti Monster who simply could end all life.
Dropping his brain, the monkey could spontaneously combust into a technologic robotic apple that would destroy the universe that only Thor could hope to combat these tiny incestuous pustules of delectable and dreary non dairy chocolates. Opening your mouth he placed a warm and creamy hot chocolately milk ball that dripped yummy caramel syrup. You can only taste it in small doses because too much will give you a giant brain freeze. Your mind ends in a whirl of delicious flavor of cake and a slight taste of cherry cola. You start to dance wildly everywhere along with your delicious great need to recreate the first time you ever had a cola because it was the most amazing you ever put
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