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Re: The never ending story.

Post by Cerani on Mon Nov 23, 2009 10:27 pm

I

This sock smells. I smelled some dirty socks that had just been eaten. The socks of my mother remain unharmed from last night. Then, my aunt screamed bloody murder. The bear smelled almost like tempting cheese with a cherry waffle coconut. On Tuesday, there were horrifying zombies slaughtering children with hairdryers and ravenous waffles. It happened before Dave killed the cultists of Swedish Scientology back in Romania. During Wednesday, I destroyed electricity, just electricity. Next year, everything had children. Even the Knight Mare was owned, during his election. Unfortunately, Shadow died and imploded. Plattack died but died. A mother-of-five who skied in a Halloween parade ate ninety-two kids. This was dangerous, not as dangerous as last Halloween, when happy bunnies rampaged throughout the meadows. All of humanity will bow to everlasting, cool Durn. Yet Plattack resisted Durn with asparagus that exploded upon himself. The steampunk stripper ate some Plattack-limbs, but threw down a wrestler with great epicness.


Of chicken, we trust. However, turkeys aren't revered but mutilated. Chefs like Seymour tend to slaughter tiny vampires who feast on repugnant noobs that often procrasturbate. Fearful kittens lash mercilessly at pregnant unwed teenage mothers. Later, unfortunate events occurred because the kung-flu was inside a cow that feasts on little children. Authorities have determined we have reached an all-time low. Sombrero attacks your home and seeks to destroy Canada. Relinquishing Vivi never seemed probable, but in hell flames are ravaging Ryan's appendix. Dark Cloud is awesome. Teamwork cannot win against Flippy. I

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Re: The never ending story.

Post by DarkChibimon on Mon Nov 23, 2009 10:28 pm

love

This sock smells. I smelled some dirty socks that had just been eaten. The socks of my mother remain unharmed from last night. Then, my aunt screamed bloody murder. The bear smelled almost like tempting cheese with a cherry waffle coconut. On Tuesday, there were horrifying zombies slaughtering children with hairdryers and ravenous waffles. It happened before Dave killed the cultists of Swedish Scientology back in Romania. During Wednesday, I destroyed electricity, just electricity. Next year, everything had children. Even the Knight Mare was owned, during his election. Unfortunately, Shadow died and imploded. Plattack died but died. A mother-of-five who skied in a Halloween parade ate ninety-two kids. This was dangerous, not as dangerous as last Halloween, when happy bunnies rampaged throughout the meadows. All of humanity will bow to everlasting, cool Durn. Yet Plattack resisted Durn with asparagus that exploded upon himself. The steampunk stripper ate some Plattack-limbs, but threw down a wrestler with great epicness.


Of chicken, we trust. However, turkeys aren't revered but mutilated. Chefs like Seymour tend to slaughter tiny vampires who feast on repugnant noobs that often procrasturbate. Fearful kittens lash mercilessly at pregnant unwed teenage mothers. Later, unfortunate events occurred because the kung-flu was inside a cow that feasts on little children. Authorities have determined we have reached an all-time low. Sombrero attacks your home and seeks to destroy Canada. Relinquishing Vivi never seemed probable, but in hell flames are ravaging Ryan's appendix. Dark Cloud is awesome. Teamwork cannot win against Flippy. I love

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Re: The never ending story.

Post by Masquerade on Fri Nov 27, 2009 10:04 am

chocolate

This sock smells. I smelled some dirty socks that had just been eaten. The socks of my mother remain unharmed from last night. Then, my aunt screamed bloody murder. The bear smelled almost like tempting cheese with a cherry waffle coconut. On Tuesday, there were horrifying zombies slaughtering children with hairdryers and ravenous waffles. It happened before Dave killed the cultists of Swedish Scientology back in Romania. During Wednesday, I destroyed electricity, just electricity. Next year, everything had children. Even the Knight Mare was owned, during his election. Unfortunately, Shadow died and imploded. Plattack died but died. A mother-of-five who skied in a Halloween parade ate ninety-two kids. This was dangerous, not as dangerous as last Halloween, when happy bunnies rampaged throughout the meadows. All of humanity will bow to everlasting, cool Durn. Yet Plattack resisted Durn with asparagus that exploded upon himself. The steampunk stripper ate some Plattack-limbs, but threw down a wrestler with great epicness.


Of chicken, we trust. However, turkeys aren't revered but mutilated. Chefs like Seymour tend to slaughter tiny vampires who feast on repugnant noobs that often procrasturbate. Fearful kittens lash mercilessly at pregnant unwed teenage mothers. Later, unfortunate events occurred because the kung-flu was inside a cow that feasts on little children. Authorities have determined we have reached an all-time low. Sombrero attacks your home and seeks to destroy Canada. Relinquishing Vivi never seemed probable, but in hell flames are ravaging Ryan's appendix. Dark Cloud is awesome. Teamwork cannot win against Flippy. I love chocolate

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Re: The never ending story.

Post by DarkChibimon on Fri Nov 27, 2009 6:51 pm

rain

This sock smells. I smelled some dirty socks that had just been eaten. The socks of my mother remain unharmed from last night. Then, my aunt screamed bloody murder. The bear smelled almost like tempting cheese with a cherry waffle coconut. On Tuesday, there were horrifying zombies slaughtering children with hairdryers and ravenous waffles. It happened before Dave killed the cultists of Swedish Scientology back in Romania. During Wednesday, I destroyed electricity, just electricity. Next year, everything had children. Even the Knight Mare was owned, during his election. Unfortunately, Shadow died and imploded. Plattack died but died. A mother-of-five who skied in a Halloween parade ate ninety-two kids. This was dangerous, not as dangerous as last Halloween, when happy bunnies rampaged throughout the meadows. All of humanity will bow to everlasting, cool Durn. Yet Plattack resisted Durn with asparagus that exploded upon himself. The steampunk stripper ate some Plattack-limbs, but threw down a wrestler with great epicness.


Of chicken, we trust. However, turkeys aren't revered but mutilated. Chefs like Seymour tend to slaughter tiny vampires who feast on repugnant noobs that often procrasturbate. Fearful kittens lash mercilessly at pregnant unwed teenage mothers. Later, unfortunate events occurred because the kung-flu was inside a cow that feasts on little children. Authorities have determined we have reached an all-time low. Sombrero attacks your home and seeks to destroy Canada. Relinquishing Vivi never seemed probable, but in hell flames are ravaging Ryan's appendix. Dark Cloud is awesome. Teamwork cannot win against Flippy. I love chocolate rain.

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Re: The never ending story.

Post by Masquerade on Fri Dec 04, 2009 6:32 am

thus

This sock smells. I smelled some dirty socks that had just been eaten. The socks of my mother remain unharmed from last night. Then, my aunt screamed bloody murder. The bear smelled almost like tempting cheese with a cherry waffle coconut. On Tuesday, there were horrifying zombies slaughtering children with hairdryers and ravenous waffles. It happened before Dave killed the cultists of Swedish Scientology back in Romania. During Wednesday, I destroyed electricity, just electricity. Next year, everything had children. Even the Knight Mare was owned, during his election. Unfortunately, Shadow died and imploded. Plattack died but died. A mother-of-five who skied in a Halloween parade ate ninety-two kids. This was dangerous, not as dangerous as last Halloween, when happy bunnies rampaged throughout the meadows. All of humanity will bow to everlasting, cool Durn. Yet Plattack resisted Durn with asparagus that exploded upon himself. The steampunk stripper ate some Plattack-limbs, but threw down a wrestler with great epicness.

Of chicken, we trust. However, turkeys aren't revered but mutilated. Chefs like Seymour tend to slaughter tiny vampires who feast on repugnant noobs that often procrasturbate. Fearful kittens lash mercilessly at pregnant unwed teenage mothers. Later, unfortunate events occurred because the kung-flu was inside a cow that feasts on little children. Authorities have determined we have reached an all-time low. Sombrero attacks your home and seeks to destroy Canada. Relinquishing Vivi never seemed probable, but in hell flames are ravaging Ryan's appendix. Dark Cloud is awesome. Teamwork cannot win against Flippy. I love chocolate rain.

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Re: The never ending story.

Post by NicolaSalociN on Tue Dec 08, 2009 4:09 pm

Skin

This sock smells. I smelled some dirty socks that had just been eaten. The socks of my mother remain unharmed from last night. Then, my aunt screamed bloody murder. The bear smelled almost like tempting cheese with a cherry waffle coconut. On Tuesday, there were horrifying zombies slaughtering children with hairdryers and ravenous waffles. It happened before Dave killed the cultists of Swedish Scientology back in Romania. During Wednesday, I destroyed electricity, just electricity. Next year, everything had children. Even the Knight Mare was owned, during his election. Unfortunately, Shadow died and imploded. Plattack died but died. A mother-of-five who skied in a Halloween parade ate ninety-two kids. This was dangerous, not as dangerous as last Halloween, when happy bunnies rampaged throughout the meadows. All of humanity will bow to everlasting, cool Durn. Yet Plattack resisted Durn with asparagus that exploded upon himself. The steampunk stripper ate some Plattack-limbs, but threw down a wrestler with great epicness.

Of chicken, we trust. However, turkeys aren't revered but mutilated. Chefs like Seymour tend to slaughter tiny vampires who feast on repugnant noobs that often procrasturbate. Fearful kittens lash mercilessly at pregnant unwed teenage mothers. Later, unfortunate events occurred because the kung-flu was inside a cow that feasts on little children. Authorities have determined we have reached an all-time low. Sombrero attacks your home and seeks to destroy Canada. Relinquishing Vivi never seemed probable, but in hell flames are ravaging Ryan's appendix. Dark Cloud is awesome. Teamwork cannot win against Flippy. I love chocolate rain.

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Re: The never ending story.

Post by DarkChibimon on Tue Feb 02, 2010 3:26 pm

burns

This sock smells. I smelled some dirty socks that had just been eaten. The socks of my mother remain unharmed from last night. Then, my aunt screamed bloody murder. The bear smelled almost like tempting cheese with a cherry waffle coconut. On Tuesday, there were horrifying zombies slaughtering children with hairdryers and ravenous waffles. It happened before Dave killed the cultists of Swedish Scientology back in Romania. During Wednesday, I destroyed electricity, just electricity. Next year, everything had children. Even the Knight Mare was owned, during his election. Unfortunately, Shadow died and imploded. Plattack died but died. A mother-of-five who skied in a Halloween parade ate ninety-two kids. This was dangerous, not as dangerous as last Halloween, when happy bunnies rampaged throughout the meadows. All of humanity will bow to everlasting, cool Durn. Yet Plattack resisted Durn with asparagus that exploded upon himself. The steampunk stripper ate some Plattack-limbs, but threw down a wrestler with great epicness.

Of chicken, we trust. However, turkeys aren't revered but mutilated. Chefs like Seymour tend to slaughter tiny vampires who feast on repugnant noobs that often procrasturbate. Fearful kittens lash mercilessly at pregnant unwed teenage mothers. Later, unfortunate events occurred because the kung-flu was inside a cow that feasts on little children. Authorities have determined we have reached an all-time low. Sombrero attacks your home and seeks to destroy Canada. Relinquishing Vivi never seemed probable, but in hell flames are ravaging Ryan's appendix. Dark Cloud is awesome. Teamwork cannot win against Flippy. I love chocolate rain.

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Re: The never ending story.

Post by Silver on Tue Feb 02, 2010 3:38 pm

when

This sock smells. I smelled some dirty socks that had just been eaten. The socks of my mother remain unharmed from last night. Then, my aunt screamed bloody murder. The bear smelled almost like tempting cheese with a cherry waffle coconut. On Tuesday, there were horrifying zombies slaughtering children with hairdryers and ravenous waffles. It happened before Dave killed the cultists of Swedish Scientology back in Romania. During Wednesday, I destroyed electricity, just electricity. Next year, everything had children. Even the Knight Mare was owned, during his election. Unfortunately, Shadow died and imploded. Plattack died but died. A mother-of-five who skied in a Halloween parade ate ninety-two kids. This was dangerous, not as dangerous as last Halloween, when happy bunnies rampaged throughout the meadows. All of humanity will bow to everlasting, cool Durn. Yet Plattack resisted Durn with asparagus that exploded upon himself. The steampunk stripper ate some Plattack-limbs, but threw down a wrestler with great epicness.

Of chicken, we trust. However, turkeys aren't revered but mutilated. Chefs like Seymour tend to slaughter tiny vampires who feast on repugnant noobs that often procrasturbate. Fearful kittens lash mercilessly at pregnant unwed teenage mothers. Later, unfortunate events occurred because the kung-flu was inside a cow that feasts on little children. Authorities have determined we have reached an all-time low. Sombrero attacks your home and seeks to destroy Canada. Relinquishing Vivi never seemed probable, but in hell flames are ravaging Ryan's appendix. Dark Cloud is awesome. Teamwork cannot win against Flippy. I love chocolate rain.

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Re: The never ending story.

Post by DarkChibimon on Tue Feb 02, 2010 3:40 pm

you

This sock smells. I smelled some dirty socks that had just been eaten. The socks of my mother remain unharmed from last night. Then, my aunt screamed bloody murder. The bear smelled almost like tempting cheese with a cherry waffle coconut. On Tuesday, there were horrifying zombies slaughtering children with hairdryers and ravenous waffles. It happened before Dave killed the cultists of Swedish Scientology back in Romania. During Wednesday, I destroyed electricity, just electricity. Next year, everything had children. Even the Knight Mare was owned, during his election. Unfortunately, Shadow died and imploded. Plattack died but died. A mother-of-five who skied in a Halloween parade ate ninety-two kids. This was dangerous, not as dangerous as last Halloween, when happy bunnies rampaged throughout the meadows. All of humanity will bow to everlasting, cool Durn. Yet Plattack resisted Durn with asparagus that exploded upon himself. The steampunk stripper ate some Plattack-limbs, but threw down a wrestler with great epicness.

Of chicken, we trust. However, turkeys aren't revered but mutilated. Chefs like Seymour tend to slaughter tiny vampires who feast on repugnant noobs that often procrasturbate. Fearful kittens lash mercilessly at pregnant unwed teenage mothers. Later, unfortunate events occurred because the kung-flu was inside a cow that feasts on little children. Authorities have determined we have reached an all-time low. Sombrero attacks your home and seeks to destroy Canada. Relinquishing Vivi never seemed probable, but in hell flames are ravaging Ryan's appendix. Dark Cloud is awesome. Teamwork cannot win against Flippy. I love chocolate rain.

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Re: The never ending story.

Post by Silver on Tue Feb 02, 2010 4:02 pm

stab

This sock smells. I smelled some dirty socks that had just been eaten. The socks of my mother remain unharmed from last night. Then, my aunt screamed bloody murder. The bear smelled almost like tempting cheese with a cherry waffle coconut. On Tuesday, there were horrifying zombies slaughtering children with hairdryers and ravenous waffles. It happened before Dave killed the cultists of Swedish Scientology back in Romania. During Wednesday, I destroyed electricity, just electricity. Next year, everything had children. Even the Knight Mare was owned, during his election. Unfortunately, Shadow died and imploded. Plattack died but died. A mother-of-five who skied in a Halloween parade ate ninety-two kids. This was dangerous, not as dangerous as last Halloween, when happy bunnies rampaged throughout the meadows. All of humanity will bow to everlasting, cool Durn. Yet Plattack resisted Durn with asparagus that exploded upon himself. The steampunk stripper ate some Plattack-limbs, but threw down a wrestler with great epicness.

Of chicken, we trust. However, turkeys aren't revered but mutilated. Chefs like Seymour tend to slaughter tiny vampires who feast on repugnant noobs that often procrasturbate. Fearful kittens lash mercilessly at pregnant unwed teenage mothers. Later, unfortunate events occurred because the kung-flu was inside a cow that feasts on little children. Authorities have determined we have reached an all-time low. Sombrero attacks your home and seeks to destroy Canada. Relinquishing Vivi never seemed probable, but in hell flames are ravaging Ryan's appendix. Dark Cloud is awesome. Teamwork cannot win against Flippy. I love chocolate rain.

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Re: The never ending story.

Post by Durn on Sun Feb 14, 2010 10:56 am

scissors

This sock smells. I smelled some dirty socks that had just been eaten. The socks of my mother remain unharmed from last night. Then, my aunt screamed bloody murder. The bear smelled almost like tempting cheese with a cherry waffle coconut. On Tuesday, there were horrifying zombies slaughtering children with hairdryers and ravenous waffles. It happened before Dave killed the cultists of Swedish Scientology back in Romania. During Wednesday, I destroyed electricity, just electricity. Next year, everything had children. Even the Knight Mare was owned, during his election. Unfortunately, Shadow died and imploded. Plattack died but died. A mother-of-five who skied in a Halloween parade ate ninety-two kids. This was dangerous, not as dangerous as last Halloween, when happy bunnies rampaged throughout the meadows. All of humanity will bow to everlasting, cool Durn. Yet Plattack resisted Durn with asparagus that exploded upon himself. The steampunk stripper ate some Plattack-limbs, but threw down a wrestler with great epicness.

Of chicken, we trust. However, turkeys aren't revered but mutilated. Chefs like Seymour tend to slaughter tiny vampires who feast on repugnant noobs that often procrasturbate. Fearful kittens lash mercilessly at pregnant unwed teenage mothers. Later, unfortunate events occurred because the kung-flu was inside a cow that feasts on little children. Authorities have determined we have reached an all-time low. Sombrero attacks your home and seeks to destroy Canada. Relinquishing Vivi never seemed probable, but in hell flames are ravaging Ryan's appendix. Dark Cloud is awesome. Teamwork cannot win against Flippy. I love chocolate rain.

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Re: The never ending story.

Post by Silver on Sun Feb 14, 2010 11:14 am

with

This sock smells. I smelled some dirty socks that had just been eaten. The socks of my mother remain unharmed from last night. Then, my aunt screamed bloody murder. The bear smelled almost like tempting cheese with a cherry waffle coconut. On Tuesday, there were horrifying zombies slaughtering children with hairdryers and ravenous waffles. It happened before Dave killed the cultists of Swedish Scientology back in Romania. During Wednesday, I destroyed electricity, just electricity. Next year, everything had children. Even the Knight Mare was owned, during his election. Unfortunately, Shadow died and imploded. Plattack died but died. A mother-of-five who skied in a Halloween parade ate ninety-two kids. This was dangerous, not as dangerous as last Halloween, when happy bunnies rampaged throughout the meadows. All of humanity will bow to everlasting, cool Durn. Yet Plattack resisted Durn with asparagus that exploded upon himself. The steampunk stripper ate some Plattack-limbs, but threw down a wrestler with great epicness.

Of chicken, we trust. However, turkeys aren't revered but mutilated. Chefs like Seymour tend to slaughter tiny vampires who feast on repugnant noobs that often procrasturbate. Fearful kittens lash mercilessly at pregnant unwed teenage mothers. Later, unfortunate events occurred because the kung-flu was inside a cow that feasts on little children. Authorities have determined we have reached an all-time low. Sombrero attacks your home and seeks to destroy Canada. Relinquishing Vivi never seemed probable, but in hell flames are ravaging Ryan's appendix. Dark Cloud is awesome. Teamwork cannot win against Flippy. I love chocolate rain.

Thus skin burns when you stab scissors with

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Re: The never ending story.

Post by Durn on Sun Feb 14, 2010 11:19 am

gigantic

This sock smells. I smelled some dirty socks that had just been eaten. The socks of my mother remain unharmed from last night. Then, my aunt screamed bloody murder. The bear smelled almost like tempting cheese with a cherry waffle coconut. On Tuesday, there were horrifying zombies slaughtering children with hairdryers and ravenous waffles. It happened before Dave killed the cultists of Swedish Scientology back in Romania. During Wednesday, I destroyed electricity, just electricity. Next year, everything had children. Even the Knight Mare was owned, during his election. Unfortunately, Shadow died and imploded. Plattack died but died. A mother-of-five who skied in a Halloween parade ate ninety-two kids. This was dangerous, not as dangerous as last Halloween, when happy bunnies rampaged throughout the meadows. All of humanity will bow to everlasting, cool Durn. Yet Plattack resisted Durn with asparagus that exploded upon himself. The steampunk stripper ate some Plattack-limbs, but threw down a wrestler with great epicness.

Of chicken, we trust. However, turkeys aren't revered but mutilated. Chefs like Seymour tend to slaughter tiny vampires who feast on repugnant noobs that often procrasturbate. Fearful kittens lash mercilessly at pregnant unwed teenage mothers. Later, unfortunate events occurred because the kung-flu was inside a cow that feasts on little children. Authorities have determined we have reached an all-time low. Sombrero attacks your home and seeks to destroy Canada. Relinquishing Vivi never seemed probable, but in hell flames are ravaging Ryan's appendix. Dark Cloud is awesome. Teamwork cannot win against Flippy. I love chocolate rain.

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Re: The never ending story.

Post by Silver on Sun Feb 14, 2010 11:22 am

flounder.

This sock smells. I smelled some dirty socks that had just been eaten. The socks of my mother remain unharmed from last night. Then, my aunt screamed bloody murder. The bear smelled almost like tempting cheese with a cherry waffle coconut. On Tuesday, there were horrifying zombies slaughtering children with hairdryers and ravenous waffles. It happened before Dave killed the cultists of Swedish Scientology back in Romania. During Wednesday, I destroyed electricity, just electricity. Next year, everything had children. Even the Knight Mare was owned, during his election. Unfortunately, Shadow died and imploded. Plattack died but died. A mother-of-five who skied in a Halloween parade ate ninety-two kids. This was dangerous, not as dangerous as last Halloween, when happy bunnies rampaged throughout the meadows. All of humanity will bow to everlasting, cool Durn. Yet Plattack resisted Durn with asparagus that exploded upon himself. The steampunk stripper ate some Plattack-limbs, but threw down a wrestler with great epicness.

Of chicken, we trust. However, turkeys aren't revered but mutilated. Chefs like Seymour tend to slaughter tiny vampires who feast on repugnant noobs that often procrasturbate. Fearful kittens lash mercilessly at pregnant unwed teenage mothers. Later, unfortunate events occurred because the kung-flu was inside a cow that feasts on little children. Authorities have determined we have reached an all-time low. Sombrero attacks your home and seeks to destroy Canada. Relinquishing Vivi never seemed probable, but in hell flames are ravaging Ryan's appendix. Dark Cloud is awesome. Teamwork cannot win against Flippy. I love chocolate rain.

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