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Shrooblord · Post by **Shrooblord** » Mon Oct 29, 2012 9:43 pm

"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged the priest giving the memorium a shitload of praise.
"So," said Jason, son of Mr Smith, "dispatch the drones, conquest and rejected ambition, "Farewell!"
Thus he said goodbye and he acts like a baby cat, rolling around the place, caused by electoons failing him.
14 bad words are made by Death, and that was tragically fucked away to Mars where the Emperor of Darkness devours every Martian, including Marvin.
After his departure from Ireland, Death commanded his pet rock Steve to apply a job at the local Samsug institution where he had to test the important vibrator inside the phone on his Testbench 3000, where he was magically pleasured. He cried,"Brandy, don't jiggle my fat pebbles or my skinny wilkins will cop out on you so that every vagina will suck up extravagantly fast just like a racing car going to town!" Unfortunately, Brandy did fart on Jason and killed Marvin, again.
Mister Smith, commander of the depressed people that eat all of the feta that he so dearly loves, promptly exploded a tart then a deathclaw of JUSTICE grabbing Death Scythkiller so hard that he resurrected all of the Martians, giving them every CYBAH KEY POWAAH and he does so in the unfunny land of Sasquatch, this land is about to explode dinner with sane garbage.
Jason, Brandy and others discussed about the crude Burtonites to do maniacal stuff like Waspinator, the Red Menace of the West, he looked like a cockroach and he is a mutant. Predacons looked like Decepticons with their Hexa-Flexagons.
"How flabbergasting, Morpheus."
"Could you be silent?"
"..."
"SEVERUS! Exterminate all bottoms of the Furfags right now so we can free ROBOTNIK, and conquer the universe!"
"As you wish, Lord Schwarzenegger, we will do them good by derectifying them."
"We won't let XBAHKS take over the Glade," said Adolf Shitler, sworn enemy of the furfag alliance.
"As Captain, Mein Rache will be having the biggest battle in history!"
"I salute you."
Meanwhile, in Russia, Pepsi was having adventures in a bottle of cannabis with monkeys that smelled of Apples and pie and other furfag bullshit. However, Carrot had dignity and pissed himself in the face while doing Gangnam Style.
Meanwhile, in the Prison Ship, Admiral Razorbeard received a special kick up the arse from his dear friend

Viricide Filly · Post by **Viricide Filly** » Mon Oct 29, 2012 9:44 pm

"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged the priest giving the memorium a shitload of praise.
"So," said Jason, son of Mr Smith, "dispatch the drones, conquest and rejected ambition, "Farewell!"
Thus he said goodbye and he acts like a baby cat, rolling around the place, caused by electoons failing him.
14 bad words are made by Death, and that was tragically fucked away to Mars where the Emperor of Darkness devours every Martian, including Marvin.
After his departure from Ireland, Death commanded his pet rock Steve to apply a job at the local Samsug institution where he had to test the important vibrator inside the phone on his Testbench 3000, where he was magically pleasured. He cried,"Brandy, don't jiggle my fat pebbles or my skinny wilkins will cop out on you so that every vagina will suck up extravagantly fast just like a racing car going to town!" Unfortunately, Brandy did fart on Jason and killed Marvin, again.
Mister Smith, commander of the depressed people that eat all of the feta that he so dearly loves, promptly exploded a tart then a deathclaw of JUSTICE grabbing Death Scythkiller so hard that he resurrected all of the Martians, giving them every CYBAH KEY POWAAH and he does so in the unfunny land of Sasquatch, this land is about to explode dinner with sane garbage.
Jason, Brandy and others discussed about the crude Burtonites to do maniacal stuff like Waspinator, the Red Menace of the West, he looked like a cockroach and he is a mutant. Predacons looked like Decepticons with their Hexa-Flexagons.
"How flabbergasting, Morpheus."
"Could you be silent?"
"..."
"SEVERUS! Exterminate all bottoms of the Furfags right now so we can free ROBOTNIK, and conquer the universe!"
"As you wish, Lord Schwarzenegger, we will do them good by derectifying them."
"We won't let XBAHKS take over the Glade," said Adolf Shitler, sworn enemy of the furfag alliance.
"As Captain, Mein Rache will be having the biggest battle in history!"
"I salute you."
Meanwhile, in Russia, Pepsi was having adventures in a bottle of cannabis with monkeys that smelled of Apples and pie and other furfag bullshit. However, Carrot had dignity and pissed himself in the face while doing Gangnam Style.
Meanwhile, in the Prison Ship, Admiral Razorbeard received a special kick up the arse from his dear friend.
"I'M BATMAN"

Shrooblord · Post by **Shrooblord** » Mon Oct 29, 2012 9:48 pm

"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged the priest giving the memorium a shitload of praise.
"So," said Jason, son of Mr Smith, "dispatch the drones, conquest and rejected ambition, "Farewell!"
Thus he said goodbye and he acts like a baby cat, rolling around the place, caused by electoons failing him.
14 bad words are made by Death, and that was tragically fucked away to Mars where the Emperor of Darkness devours every Martian, including Marvin.
After his departure from Ireland, Death commanded his pet rock Steve to apply a job at the local Samsug institution where he had to test the important vibrator inside the phone on his Testbench 3000, where he was magically pleasured. He cried,"Brandy, don't jiggle my fat pebbles or my skinny wilkins will cop out on you so that every vagina will suck up extravagantly fast just like a racing car going to town!" Unfortunately, Brandy did fart on Jason and killed Marvin, again.
Mister Smith, commander of the depressed people that eat all of the feta that he so dearly loves, promptly exploded a tart then a deathclaw of JUSTICE grabbing Death Scythkiller so hard that he resurrected all of the Martians, giving them every CYBAH KEY POWAAH and he does so in the unfunny land of Sasquatch, this land is about to explode dinner with sane garbage.
Jason, Brandy and others discussed about the crude Burtonites to do maniacal stuff like Waspinator, the Red Menace of the West, he looked like a cockroach and he is a mutant. Predacons looked like Decepticons with their Hexa-Flexagons.
"How flabbergasting, Morpheus."
"Could you be silent?"
"..."
"SEVERUS! Exterminate all bottoms of the Furfags right now so we can free ROBOTNIK, and conquer the universe!"
"As you wish, Lord Schwarzenegger, we will do them good by derectifying them."
"We won't let XBAHKS take over the Glade," said Adolf Shitler, sworn enemy of the furfag alliance.
"As Captain, Mein Rache will be having the biggest battle in history!"
"I salute you."
Meanwhile, in Russia, Pepsi was having adventures in a bottle of cannabis with monkeys that smelled of Apples and pie and other furfag bullshit. However, Carrot had dignity and pissed himself in the face while doing Gangnam Style.
Meanwhile, in the Prison Ship, Admiral Razorbeard received a special kick up the arse from his dear friend.
"I'M BATMAN" said he, quite losing his mind.

Viricide Filly · Post by **Viricide Filly** » Mon Oct 29, 2012 9:49 pm

Woah woah, adding too much. One to three I'd say would be fine :I
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"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged the priest giving the memorium a shitload of praise.
"So," said Jason, son of Mr Smith, "dispatch the drones, conquest and rejected ambition, "Farewell!"
Thus he said goodbye and he acts like a baby cat, rolling around the place, caused by electoons failing him.
14 bad words are made by Death, and that was tragically fucked away to Mars where the Emperor of Darkness devours every Martian, including Marvin.
After his departure from Ireland, Death commanded his pet rock Steve to apply a job at the local Samsug institution where he had to test the important vibrator inside the phone on his Testbench 3000, where he was magically pleasured. He cried,"Brandy, don't jiggle my fat pebbles or my skinny wilkins will cop out on you so that every vagina will suck up extravagantly fast just like a racing car going to town!" Unfortunately, Brandy did fart on Jason and killed Marvin, again.
Mister Smith, commander of the depressed people that eat all of the feta that he so dearly loves, promptly exploded a tart then a deathclaw of JUSTICE grabbing Death Scythkiller so hard that he resurrected all of the Martians, giving them every CYBAH KEY POWAAH and he does so in the unfunny land of Sasquatch, this land is about to explode dinner with sane garbage.
Jason, Brandy and others discussed about the crude Burtonites to do maniacal stuff like Waspinator, the Red Menace of the West, he looked like a cockroach and he is a mutant. Predacons looked like Decepticons with their Hexa-Flexagons.
"How flabbergasting, Morpheus."
"Could you be silent?"
"..."
"SEVERUS! Exterminate all bottoms of the Furfags right now so we can free ROBOTNIK, and conquer the universe!"
"As you wish, Lord Schwarzenegger, we will do them good by derectifying them."
"We won't let XBAHKS take over the Glade," said Adolf Shitler, sworn enemy of the furfag alliance.
"As Captain, Mein Rache will be having the biggest battle in history!"
"I salute you."
Meanwhile, in Russia, Pepsi was having adventures in a bottle of cannabis with monkeys that smelled of Apples and pie and other furfag bullshit. However, Carrot had dignity and pissed himself in the face while doing Gangnam Style.
Meanwhile, in the Prison Ship, Admiral Razorbeard received a special kick up the arse from his dear friend.
"I'M BATMAN" said he, quite losing his mind. He died of

Shrooblord · Post by **Shrooblord** » Mon Oct 29, 2012 10:00 pm

Viricide Filly wrote:Woah woah, adding too much. One to three I'd say would be fine :I

You killin' me in here.

"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged the priest giving the memorium a shitload of praise.
"So," said Jason, son of Mr Smith, "dispatch the drones, conquest and rejected ambition, "Farewell!"
Thus he said goodbye and he acts like a baby cat, rolling around the place, caused by electoons failing him.
14 bad words are made by Death, and that was tragically fucked away to Mars where the Emperor of Darkness devours every Martian, including Marvin.
After his departure from Ireland, Death commanded his pet rock Steve to apply a job at the local Samsug institution where he had to test the important vibrator inside the phone on his Testbench 3000, where he was magically pleasured. He cried,"Brandy, don't jiggle my fat pebbles or my skinny wilkins will cop out on you so that every vagina will suck up extravagantly fast just like a racing car going to town!" Unfortunately, Brandy did fart on Jason and killed Marvin, again.
Mister Smith, commander of the depressed people that eat all of the feta that he so dearly loves, promptly exploded a tart then a deathclaw of JUSTICE grabbing Death Scythkiller so hard that he resurrected all of the Martians, giving them every CYBAH KEY POWAAH and he does so in the unfunny land of Sasquatch, this land is about to explode dinner with sane garbage.
Jason, Brandy and others discussed about the crude Burtonites to do maniacal stuff like Waspinator, the Red Menace of the West, he looked like a cockroach and he is a mutant. Predacons looked like Decepticons with their Hexa-Flexagons.
"How flabbergasting, Morpheus."
"Could you be silent?"
"..."
"SEVERUS! Exterminate all bottoms of the Furfags right now so we can free ROBOTNIK, and conquer the universe!"
"As you wish, Lord Schwarzenegger, we will do them good by derectifying them."
"We won't let XBAHKS take over the Glade," said Adolf Shitler, sworn enemy of the furfag alliance.
"As Captain, Mein Rache will be having the biggest battle in history!"
"I salute you."
Meanwhile, in Russia, Pepsi was having adventures in a bottle of cannabis with monkeys that smelled of Apples and pie and other furfag bullshit. However, Carrot had dignity and pissed himself in the face while doing Gangnam Style.
Meanwhile, in the Prison Ship, Admiral Razorbeard received a special kick up the arse from his dear friend.
"I'M BATMAN" said he, quite losing his mind. He died of poverty

Viricide Filly · Post by **Viricide Filly** » Mon Oct 29, 2012 10:10 pm

"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged the priest giving the memorium a shitload of praise.
"So," said Jason, son of Mr Smith, "dispatch the drones, conquest and rejected ambition, "Farewell!"
Thus he said goodbye and he acts like a baby cat, rolling around the place, caused by electoons failing him.
14 bad words are made by Death, and that was tragically fucked away to Mars where the Emperor of Darkness devours every Martian, including Marvin.
After his departure from Ireland, Death commanded his pet rock Steve to apply a job at the local Samsug institution where he had to test the important vibrator inside the phone on his Testbench 3000, where he was magically pleasured. He cried,"Brandy, don't jiggle my fat pebbles or my skinny wilkins will cop out on you so that every vagina will suck up extravagantly fast just like a racing car going to town!" Unfortunately, Brandy did fart on Jason and killed Marvin, again.
Mister Smith, commander of the depressed people that eat all of the feta that he so dearly loves, promptly exploded a tart then a deathclaw of JUSTICE grabbing Death Scythkiller so hard that he resurrected all of the Martians, giving them every CYBAH KEY POWAAH and he does so in the unfunny land of Sasquatch, this land is about to explode dinner with sane garbage.
Jason, Brandy and others discussed about the crude Burtonites to do maniacal stuff like Waspinator, the Red Menace of the West, he looked like a cockroach and he is a mutant. Predacons looked like Decepticons with their Hexa-Flexagons.
"How flabbergasting, Morpheus."
"Could you be silent?"
"..."
"SEVERUS! Exterminate all bottoms of the Furfags right now so we can free ROBOTNIK, and conquer the universe!"
"As you wish, Lord Schwarzenegger, we will do them good by derectifying them."
"We won't let XBAHKS take over the Glade," said Adolf Shitler, sworn enemy of the furfag alliance.
"As Captain, Mein Rache will be having the biggest battle in history!"
"I salute you."
Meanwhile, in Russia, Pepsi was having adventures in a bottle of cannabis with monkeys that smelled of Apples and pie and other furfag bullshit. However, Carrot had dignity and pissed himself in the face while doing Gangnam Style.
Meanwhile, in the Prison Ship, Admiral Razorbeard received a special kick up the arse from his dear friend.
"I'M BATMAN" said he, quite losing his mind. He died of poverty which was odd because

Master · Post by **Master** » Mon Oct 29, 2012 10:11 pm

"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged the priest giving the memorium a shitload of praise.
"So," said Jason, son of Mr Smith, "dispatch the drones, conquest and rejected ambition, "Farewell!"
Thus he said goodbye and he acts like a baby cat, rolling around the place, caused by electoons failing him.
14 bad words are made by Death, and that was tragically fucked away to Mars where the Emperor of Darkness devours every Martian, including Marvin.
After his departure from Ireland, Death commanded his pet rock Steve to apply a job at the local Samsug institution where he had to test the important vibrator inside the phone on his Testbench 3000, where he was magically pleasured. He cried,"Brandy, don't jiggle my fat pebbles or my skinny wilkins will cop out on you so that every vagina will suck up extravagantly fast just like a racing car going to town!" Unfortunately, Brandy did fart on Jason and killed Marvin, again.
Mister Smith, commander of the depressed people that eat all of the feta that he so dearly loves, promptly exploded a tart then a deathclaw of JUSTICE grabbing Death Scythkiller so hard that he resurrected all of the Martians, giving them every CYBAH KEY POWAAH and he does so in the unfunny land of Sasquatch, this land is about to explode dinner with sane garbage.
Jason, Brandy and others discussed about the crude Burtonites to do maniacal stuff like Waspinator, the Red Menace of the West, he looked like a cockroach and he is a mutant. Predacons looked like Decepticons with their Hexa-Flexagons.
"How flabbergasting, Morpheus."
"Could you be silent?"
"..."
"SEVERUS! Exterminate all bottoms of the Furfags right now so we can free ROBOTNIK, and conquer the universe!"
"As you wish, Lord Schwarzenegger, we will do them good by derectifying them."
"We won't let XBAHKS take over the Glade," said Adolf Shitler, sworn enemy of the furfag alliance.
"As Captain, Mein Rache will be having the biggest battle in history!"
"I salute you."
Meanwhile, in Russia, Pepsi was having adventures in a bottle of cannabis with monkeys that smelled of Apples and pie and other furfag bullshit. However, Carrot had dignity and pissed himself in the face while doing Gangnam Style.
Meanwhile, in the Prison Ship, Admiral Razorbeard received a special kick up the arse from his dear friend.
"I'M BATMAN" said he, quite losing his mind. He died of poverty which was odd because he was rich

Shrooblord · Post by **Shrooblord** » Mon Oct 29, 2012 10:16 pm

"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged the priest giving the memorium a shitload of praise.
"So," said Jason, son of Mr Smith, "dispatch the drones, conquest and rejected ambition, "Farewell!"
Thus he said goodbye and he acts like a baby cat, rolling around the place, caused by electoons failing him.
14 bad words are made by Death, and that was tragically fucked away to Mars where the Emperor of Darkness devours every Martian, including Marvin.
After his departure from Ireland, Death commanded his pet rock Steve to apply a job at the local Samsug institution where he had to test the important vibrator inside the phone on his Testbench 3000, where he was magically pleasured. He cried,"Brandy, don't jiggle my fat pebbles or my skinny wilkins will cop out on you so that every vagina will suck up extravagantly fast just like a racing car going to town!" Unfortunately, Brandy did fart on Jason and killed Marvin, again.
Mister Smith, commander of the depressed people that eat all of the feta that he so dearly loves, promptly exploded a tart then a deathclaw of JUSTICE grabbing Death Scythkiller so hard that he resurrected all of the Martians, giving them every CYBAH KEY POWAAH and he does so in the unfunny land of Sasquatch, this land is about to explode dinner with sane garbage.
Jason, Brandy and others discussed about the crude Burtonites to do maniacal stuff like Waspinator, the Red Menace of the West, he looked like a cockroach and he is a mutant. Predacons looked like Decepticons with their Hexa-Flexagons.
"How flabbergasting, Morpheus."
"Could you be silent?"
"..."
"SEVERUS! Exterminate all bottoms of the Furfags right now so we can free ROBOTNIK, and conquer the universe!"
"As you wish, Lord Schwarzenegger, we will do them good by derectifying them."
"We won't let XBAHKS take over the Glade," said Adolf Shitler, sworn enemy of the furfag alliance.
"As Captain, Mein Rache will be having the biggest battle in history!"
"I salute you."
Meanwhile, in Russia, Pepsi was having adventures in a bottle of cannabis with monkeys that smelled of Apples and pie and other furfag bullshit. However, Carrot had dignity and pissed himself in the face while doing Gangnam Style.
Meanwhile, in the Prison Ship, Admiral Razorbeard received a special kick up the arse from his dear friend.
"I'M BATMAN" said he, quite losing his mind. He died of poverty which was odd because he was rich in fat, but not money

Master · Post by **Master** » Mon Oct 29, 2012 10:18 pm

Ahahahaha!
Good 'un Shroobie
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"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged the priest giving the memorium a shitload of praise.
"So," said Jason, son of Mr Smith, "dispatch the drones, conquest and rejected ambition, "Farewell!"
Thus he said goodbye and he acts like a baby cat, rolling around the place, caused by electoons failing him.
14 bad words are made by Death, and that was tragically fucked away to Mars where the Emperor of Darkness devours every Martian, including Marvin.
After his departure from Ireland, Death commanded his pet rock Steve to apply a job at the local Samsug institution where he had to test the important vibrator inside the phone on his Testbench 3000, where he was magically pleasured. He cried,"Brandy, don't jiggle my fat pebbles or my skinny wilkins will cop out on you so that every vagina will suck up extravagantly fast just like a racing car going to town!" Unfortunately, Brandy did fart on Jason and killed Marvin, again.
Mister Smith, commander of the depressed people that eat all of the feta that he so dearly loves, promptly exploded a tart then a deathclaw of JUSTICE grabbing Death Scythkiller so hard that he resurrected all of the Martians, giving them every CYBAH KEY POWAAH and he does so in the unfunny land of Sasquatch, this land is about to explode dinner with sane garbage.
Jason, Brandy and others discussed about the crude Burtonites to do maniacal stuff like Waspinator, the Red Menace of the West, he looked like a cockroach and he is a mutant. Predacons looked like Decepticons with their Hexa-Flexagons.
"How flabbergasting, Morpheus."
"Could you be silent?"
"..."
"SEVERUS! Exterminate all bottoms of the Furfags right now so we can free ROBOTNIK, and conquer the universe!"
"As you wish, Lord Schwarzenegger, we will do them good by derectifying them."
"We won't let XBAHKS take over the Glade," said Adolf Shitler, sworn enemy of the furfag alliance.
"As Captain, Mein Rache will be having the biggest battle in history!"
"I salute you."
Meanwhile, in Russia, Pepsi was having adventures in a bottle of cannabis with monkeys that smelled of Apples and pie and other furfag bullshit. However, Carrot had dignity and pissed himself in the face while doing Gangnam Style.
Meanwhile, in the Prison Ship, Admiral Razorbeard received a special kick up the arse from his dear friend.
"I'M BATMAN" said he, quite losing his mind. He died of poverty which was odd because he was rich in fat, but not money.
The Salesman schemed

Shrooblord · Post by **Shrooblord** » Mon Oct 29, 2012 10:19 pm

"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged the priest giving the memorium a shitload of praise.
"So," said Jason, son of Mr Smith, "dispatch the drones, conquest and rejected ambition, "Farewell!"
Thus he said goodbye and he acts like a baby cat, rolling around the place, caused by electoons failing him.
14 bad words are made by Death, and that was tragically fucked away to Mars where the Emperor of Darkness devours every Martian, including Marvin.
After his departure from Ireland, Death commanded his pet rock Steve to apply a job at the local Samsug institution where he had to test the important vibrator inside the phone on his Testbench 3000, where he was magically pleasured. He cried,"Brandy, don't jiggle my fat pebbles or my skinny wilkins will cop out on you so that every vagina will suck up extravagantly fast just like a racing car going to town!" Unfortunately, Brandy did fart on Jason and killed Marvin, again.
Mister Smith, commander of the depressed people that eat all of the feta that he so dearly loves, promptly exploded a tart then a deathclaw of JUSTICE grabbing Death Scythkiller so hard that he resurrected all of the Martians, giving them every CYBAH KEY POWAAH and he does so in the unfunny land of Sasquatch, this land is about to explode dinner with sane garbage.
Jason, Brandy and others discussed about the crude Burtonites to do maniacal stuff like Waspinator, the Red Menace of the West, he looked like a cockroach and he is a mutant. Predacons looked like Decepticons with their Hexa-Flexagons.
"How flabbergasting, Morpheus."
"Could you be silent?"
"..."
"SEVERUS! Exterminate all bottoms of the Furfags right now so we can free ROBOTNIK, and conquer the universe!"
"As you wish, Lord Schwarzenegger, we will do them good by derectifying them."
"We won't let XBAHKS take over the Glade," said Adolf Shitler, sworn enemy of the furfag alliance.
"As Captain, Mein Rache will be having the biggest battle in history!"
"I salute you."
Meanwhile, in Russia, Pepsi was having adventures in a bottle of cannabis with monkeys that smelled of Apples and pie and other furfag bullshit. However, Carrot had dignity and pissed himself in the face while doing Gangnam Style.
Meanwhile, in the Prison Ship, Admiral Razorbeard received a special kick up the arse from his dear friend.
"I'M BATMAN" said he, quite losing his mind. He died of poverty which was odd because he was rich in fat, but not money.
The Salesman schemed to take his

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POSSIBILITES ARE ENDLESS!

Viricide Filly · Post by **Viricide Filly** » Mon Oct 29, 2012 10:20 pm

"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged the priest giving the memorium a shitload of praise.
"So," said Jason, son of Mr Smith, "dispatch the drones, conquest and rejected ambition, "Farewell!"
Thus he said goodbye and he acts like a baby cat, rolling around the place, caused by electoons failing him.
14 bad words are made by Death, and that was tragically fucked away to Mars where the Emperor of Darkness devours every Martian, including Marvin.
After his departure from Ireland, Death commanded his pet rock Steve to apply a job at the local Samsug institution where he had to test the important vibrator inside the phone on his Testbench 3000, where he was magically pleasured. He cried,"Brandy, don't jiggle my fat pebbles or my skinny wilkins will cop out on you so that every vagina will suck up extravagantly fast just like a racing car going to town!" Unfortunately, Brandy did fart on Jason and killed Marvin, again.
Mister Smith, commander of the depressed people that eat all of the feta that he so dearly loves, promptly exploded a tart then a deathclaw of JUSTICE grabbing Death Scythkiller so hard that he resurrected all of the Martians, giving them every CYBAH KEY POWAAH and he does so in the unfunny land of Sasquatch, this land is about to explode dinner with sane garbage.
Jason, Brandy and others discussed about the crude Burtonites to do maniacal stuff like Waspinator, the Red Menace of the West, he looked like a cockroach and he is a mutant. Predacons looked like Decepticons with their Hexa-Flexagons.
"How flabbergasting, Morpheus."
"Could you be silent?"
"..."
"SEVERUS! Exterminate all bottoms of the Furfags right now so we can free ROBOTNIK, and conquer the universe!"
"As you wish, Lord Schwarzenegger, we will do them good by derectifying them."
"We won't let XBAHKS take over the Glade," said Adolf Shitler, sworn enemy of the furfag alliance.
"As Captain, Mein Rache will be having the biggest battle in history!"
"I salute you."
Meanwhile, in Russia, Pepsi was having adventures in a bottle of cannabis with monkeys that smelled of Apples and pie and other furfag bullshit. However, Carrot had dignity and pissed himself in the face while doing Gangnam Style.
Meanwhile, in the Prison Ship, Admiral Razorbeard received a special kick up the arse from his dear friend.
"I'M BATMAN" said he, quite losing his mind. He died of poverty which was odd because he was rich in fat, but not money.
The Salesman schemed schemingly, scheming a scheme

Master · Post by **Master** » Mon Oct 29, 2012 10:43 pm

Schemingly isn't a word according to Chrome spellcheck, but I do like a good case of Department of Redundancy Department
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"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged the priest giving the memorium a shitload of praise.
"So," said Jason, son of Mr Smith, "dispatch the drones, conquest and rejected ambition, "Farewell!"
Thus he said goodbye and he acts like a baby cat, rolling around the place, caused by electoons failing him.
14 bad words are made by Death, and that was tragically fucked away to Mars where the Emperor of Darkness devours every Martian, including Marvin.
After his departure from Ireland, Death commanded his pet rock Steve to apply a job at the local Samsug institution where he had to test the important vibrator inside the phone on his Testbench 3000, where he was magically pleasured. He cried,"Brandy, don't jiggle my fat pebbles or my skinny wilkins will cop out on you so that every vagina will suck up extravagantly fast just like a racing car going to town!" Unfortunately, Brandy did fart on Jason and killed Marvin, again.
Mister Smith, commander of the depressed people that eat all of the feta that he so dearly loves, promptly exploded a tart then a deathclaw of JUSTICE grabbing Death Scythkiller so hard that he resurrected all of the Martians, giving them every CYBAH KEY POWAAH and he does so in the unfunny land of Sasquatch, this land is about to explode dinner with sane garbage.
Jason, Brandy and others discussed about the crude Burtonites to do maniacal stuff like Waspinator, the Red Menace of the West, he looked like a cockroach and he is a mutant. Predacons looked like Decepticons with their Hexa-Flexagons.
"How flabbergasting, Morpheus."
"Could you be silent?"
"..."
"SEVERUS! Exterminate all bottoms of the Furfags right now so we can free ROBOTNIK, and conquer the universe!"
"As you wish, Lord Schwarzenegger, we will do them good by derectifying them."
"We won't let XBAHKS take over the Glade," said Adolf Shitler, sworn enemy of the furfag alliance.
"As Captain, Mein Rache will be having the biggest battle in history!"
"I salute you."
Meanwhile, in Russia, Pepsi was having adventures in a bottle of cannabis with monkeys that smelled of Apples and pie and other furfag bullshit. However, Carrot had dignity and pissed himself in the face while doing Gangnam Style.
Meanwhile, in the Prison Ship, Admiral Razorbeard received a special kick up the arse from his dear friend.
"I'M BATMAN" said he, quite losing his mind. He died of poverty which was odd because he was rich in fat, but not money.
The Salesman schemed schemingly, scheming a scheme of schemingly dastardly proportions.

Viricide Filly · Post by **Viricide Filly** » Mon Oct 29, 2012 10:45 pm

"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged the priest giving the memorium a shitload of praise.
"So," said Jason, son of Mr Smith, "dispatch the drones, conquest and rejected ambition, "Farewell!"
Thus he said goodbye and he acts like a baby cat, rolling around the place, caused by electoons failing him.
14 bad words are made by Death, and that was tragically fucked away to Mars where the Emperor of Darkness devours every Martian, including Marvin.
After his departure from Ireland, Death commanded his pet rock Steve to apply a job at the local Samsug institution where he had to test the important vibrator inside the phone on his Testbench 3000, where he was magically pleasured. He cried,"Brandy, don't jiggle my fat pebbles or my skinny wilkins will cop out on you so that every vagina will suck up extravagantly fast just like a racing car going to town!" Unfortunately, Brandy did fart on Jason and killed Marvin, again.
Mister Smith, commander of the depressed people that eat all of the feta that he so dearly loves, promptly exploded a tart then a deathclaw of JUSTICE grabbing Death Scythkiller so hard that he resurrected all of the Martians, giving them every CYBAH KEY POWAAH and he does so in the unfunny land of Sasquatch, this land is about to explode dinner with sane garbage.
Jason, Brandy and others discussed about the crude Burtonites to do maniacal stuff like Waspinator, the Red Menace of the West, he looked like a cockroach and he is a mutant. Predacons looked like Decepticons with their Hexa-Flexagons.
"How flabbergasting, Morpheus."
"Could you be silent?"
"..."
"SEVERUS! Exterminate all bottoms of the Furfags right now so we can free ROBOTNIK, and conquer the universe!"
"As you wish, Lord Schwarzenegger, we will do them good by derectifying them."
"We won't let XBAHKS take over the Glade," said Adolf Shitler, sworn enemy of the furfag alliance.
"As Captain, Mein Rache will be having the biggest battle in history!"
"I salute you."
Meanwhile, in Russia, Pepsi was having adventures in a bottle of cannabis with monkeys that smelled of Apples and pie and other furfag bullshit. However, Carrot had dignity and pissed himself in the face while doing Gangnam Style.
Meanwhile, in the Prison Ship, Admiral Razorbeard received a special kick up the arse from his dear friend.
"I'M BATMAN" said he, quite losing his mind. He died of poverty which was odd because he was rich in fat, but not money.
The Salesman schemed schemingly, scheming a scheme of schemingly dastardly proportions. Implosion of gravitational

Keane · Post by **Keane** » Mon Oct 29, 2012 10:46 pm

Schemingly isn't a word according to Chrome spellcheck, but I do like a good case of Department of Redundancy Department
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"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged the priest giving the memorium a shitload of praise.
"So," said Jason, son of Mr Smith, "dispatch the drones, conquest and rejected ambition, "Farewell!"
Thus he said goodbye and he acts like a baby cat, rolling around the place, caused by electoons failing him.
14 bad words are made by Death, and that was tragically fucked away to Mars where the Emperor of Darkness devours every Martian, including Marvin.
After his departure from Ireland, Death commanded his pet rock Steve to apply a job at the local Samsug institution where he had to test the important vibrator inside the phone on his Testbench 3000, where he was magically pleasured. He cried,"Brandy, don't jiggle my fat pebbles or my skinny wilkins will cop out on you so that every vagina will suck up extravagantly fast just like a racing car going to town!" Unfortunately, Brandy did fart on Jason and killed Marvin, again.
Mister Smith, commander of the depressed people that eat all of the feta that he so dearly loves, promptly exploded a tart then a deathclaw of JUSTICE grabbing Death Scythkiller so hard that he resurrected all of the Martians, giving them every CYBAH KEY POWAAH and he does so in the unfunny land of Sasquatch, this land is about to explode dinner with sane garbage.
Jason, Brandy and others discussed about the crude Burtonites to do maniacal stuff like Waspinator, the Red Menace of the West, he looked like a cockroach and he is a mutant. Predacons looked like Decepticons with their Hexa-Flexagons.
"How flabbergasting, Morpheus."
"Could you be silent?"
"..."
"SEVERUS! Exterminate all bottoms of the Furfags right now so we can free ROBOTNIK, and conquer the universe!"
"As you wish, Lord Schwarzenegger, we will do them good by derectifying them."
"We won't let XBAHKS take over the Glade," said Adolf Shitler, sworn enemy of the furfag alliance.
"As Captain, Mein Rache will be having the biggest battle in history!"
"I salute you."
Meanwhile, in Russia, Pepsi was having adventures in a bottle of cannabis with monkeys that smelled of Apples and pie and other furfag bullshit. However, Carrot had dignity and pissed himself in the face while doing Gangnam Style.
Meanwhile, in the Prison Ship, Admiral Razorbeard received a special kick up the arse from his dear friend.
"I'M BATMAN" said he, quite losing his mind. He died of poverty which was odd because he was rich in fat, but not money.
The Salesman schemed schemingly, scheming a scheme of schemingly dastardly proportions. Homosexual

Viricide Filly · Post by **Viricide Filly** » Mon Oct 29, 2012 10:48 pm

Raytunes missed my post so I'll integrate his with mine and then add some more.
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"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged the priest giving the memorium a shitload of praise.
"So," said Jason, son of Mr Smith, "dispatch the drones, conquest and rejected ambition, "Farewell!"
Thus he said goodbye and he acts like a baby cat, rolling around the place, caused by electoons failing him.
14 bad words are made by Death, and that was tragically fucked away to Mars where the Emperor of Darkness devours every Martian, including Marvin.
After his departure from Ireland, Death commanded his pet rock Steve to apply a job at the local Samsug institution where he had to test the important vibrator inside the phone on his Testbench 3000, where he was magically pleasured. He cried,"Brandy, don't jiggle my fat pebbles or my skinny wilkins will cop out on you so that every vagina will suck up extravagantly fast just like a racing car going to town!" Unfortunately, Brandy did fart on Jason and killed Marvin, again.
Mister Smith, commander of the depressed people that eat all of the feta that he so dearly loves, promptly exploded a tart then a deathclaw of JUSTICE grabbing Death Scythkiller so hard that he resurrected all of the Martians, giving them every CYBAH KEY POWAAH and he does so in the unfunny land of Sasquatch, this land is about to explode dinner with sane garbage.
Jason, Brandy and others discussed about the crude Burtonites to do maniacal stuff like Waspinator, the Red Menace of the West, he looked like a cockroach and he is a mutant. Predacons looked like Decepticons with their Hexa-Flexagons.
"How flabbergasting, Morpheus."
"Could you be silent?"
"..."
"SEVERUS! Exterminate all bottoms of the Furfags right now so we can free ROBOTNIK, and conquer the universe!"
"As you wish, Lord Schwarzenegger, we will do them good by derectifying them."
"We won't let XBAHKS take over the Glade," said Adolf Shitler, sworn enemy of the furfag alliance.
"As Captain, Mein Rache will be having the biggest battle in history!"
"I salute you."
Meanwhile, in Russia, Pepsi was having adventures in a bottle of cannabis with monkeys that smelled of Apples and pie and other furfag bullshit. However, Carrot had dignity and pissed himself in the face while doing Gangnam Style.
Meanwhile, in the Prison Ship, Admiral Razorbeard received a special kick up the arse from his dear friend.
"I'M BATMAN" said he, quite losing his mind. He died of poverty which was odd because he was rich in fat, but not money.
The Salesman schemed schemingly, scheming a scheme of schemingly dastardly proportions. Implosion of gravitational and homosexual bagels caused

Keane · Post by **Keane** » Mon Oct 29, 2012 10:49 pm

Raytunes missed my post so I'll integrate his with mine and then add some more.
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"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged the priest giving the memorium a shitload of praise.
"So," said Jason, son of Mr Smith, "dispatch the drones, conquest and rejected ambition, "Farewell!"
Thus he said goodbye and he acts like a baby cat, rolling around the place, caused by electoons failing him.
14 bad words are made by Death, and that was tragically fucked away to Mars where the Emperor of Darkness devours every Martian, including Marvin.
After his departure from Ireland, Death commanded his pet rock Steve to apply a job at the local Samsug institution where he had to test the important vibrator inside the phone on his Testbench 3000, where he was magically pleasured. He cried,"Brandy, don't jiggle my fat pebbles or my skinny wilkins will cop out on you so that every vagina will suck up extravagantly fast just like a racing car going to town!" Unfortunately, Brandy did fart on Jason and killed Marvin, again.
Mister Smith, commander of the depressed people that eat all of the feta that he so dearly loves, promptly exploded a tart then a deathclaw of JUSTICE grabbing Death Scythkiller so hard that he resurrected all of the Martians, giving them every CYBAH KEY POWAAH and he does so in the unfunny land of Sasquatch, this land is about to explode dinner with sane garbage.
Jason, Brandy and others discussed about the crude Burtonites to do maniacal stuff like Waspinator, the Red Menace of the West, he looked like a cockroach and he is a mutant. Predacons looked like Decepticons with their Hexa-Flexagons.
"How flabbergasting, Morpheus."
"Could you be silent?"
"..."
"SEVERUS! Exterminate all bottoms of the Furfags right now so we can free ROBOTNIK, and conquer the universe!"
"As you wish, Lord Schwarzenegger, we will do them good by derectifying them."
"We won't let XBAHKS take over the Glade," said Adolf Shitler, sworn enemy of the furfag alliance.
"As Captain, Mein Rache will be having the biggest battle in history!"
"I salute you."
Meanwhile, in Russia, Pepsi was having adventures in a bottle of cannabis with monkeys that smelled of Apples and pie and other furfag bullshit. However, Carrot had dignity and pissed himself in the face while doing Gangnam Style.
Meanwhile, in the Prison Ship, Admiral Razorbeard received a special kick up the arse from his dear friend.
"I'M BATMAN" said he, quite losing his mind. He died of poverty which was odd because he was rich in fat, but not money.
The Salesman schemed schemingly, scheming a scheme of schemingly dastardly proportions. Implosion of gravitational and homosexual bagels caused the care bears furfag club

Viricide Filly · Post by **Viricide Filly** » Mon Oct 29, 2012 10:51 pm

"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged the priest giving the memorium a shitload of praise.
"So," said Jason, son of Mr Smith, "dispatch the drones, conquest and rejected ambition, "Farewell!"
Thus he said goodbye and he acts like a baby cat, rolling around the place, caused by electoons failing him.
14 bad words are made by Death, and that was tragically fucked away to Mars where the Emperor of Darkness devours every Martian, including Marvin.
After his departure from Ireland, Death commanded his pet rock Steve to apply a job at the local Samsug institution where he had to test the important vibrator inside the phone on his Testbench 3000, where he was magically pleasured. He cried,"Brandy, don't jiggle my fat pebbles or my skinny wilkins will cop out on you so that every vagina will suck up extravagantly fast just like a racing car going to town!" Unfortunately, Brandy did fart on Jason and killed Marvin, again.
Mister Smith, commander of the depressed people that eat all of the feta that he so dearly loves, promptly exploded a tart then a deathclaw of JUSTICE grabbing Death Scythkiller so hard that he resurrected all of the Martians, giving them every CYBAH KEY POWAAH and he does so in the unfunny land of Sasquatch, this land is about to explode dinner with sane garbage.
Jason, Brandy and others discussed about the crude Burtonites to do maniacal stuff like Waspinator, the Red Menace of the West, he looked like a cockroach and he is a mutant. Predacons looked like Decepticons with their Hexa-Flexagons.
"How flabbergasting, Morpheus."
"Could you be silent?"
"..."
"SEVERUS! Exterminate all bottoms of the Furfags right now so we can free ROBOTNIK, and conquer the universe!"
"As you wish, Lord Schwarzenegger, we will do them good by derectifying them."
"We won't let XBAHKS take over the Glade," said Adolf Shitler, sworn enemy of the furfag alliance.
"As Captain, Mein Rache will be having the biggest battle in history!"
"I salute you."
Meanwhile, in Russia, Pepsi was having adventures in a bottle of cannabis with monkeys that smelled of Apples and pie and other furfag bullshit. However, Carrot had dignity and pissed himself in the face while doing Gangnam Style.
Meanwhile, in the Prison Ship, Admiral Razorbeard received a special kick up the arse from his dear friend.
"I'M BATMAN" said he, quite losing his mind. He died of poverty which was odd because he was rich in fat, but not money.
The Salesman schemed schemingly, scheming a scheme of schemingly dastardly proportions. Implosion of gravitational and homosexual bagels caused the care bears furfag club to suck penis consistently for

Keane · Post by **Keane** » Mon Oct 29, 2012 11:02 pm

"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged the priest giving the memorium a shitload of praise.
"So," said Jason, son of Mr Smith, "dispatch the drones, conquest and rejected ambition, "Farewell!"
Thus he said goodbye and he acts like a baby cat, rolling around the place, caused by electoons failing him.
14 bad words are made by Death, and that was tragically fucked away to Mars where the Emperor of Darkness devours every Martian, including Marvin.
After his departure from Ireland, Death commanded his pet rock Steve to apply a job at the local Samsug institution where he had to test the important vibrator inside the phone on his Testbench 3000, where he was magically pleasured. He cried,"Brandy, don't jiggle my fat pebbles or my skinny wilkins will cop out on you so that every vagina will suck up extravagantly fast just like a racing car going to town!" Unfortunately, Brandy did fart on Jason and killed Marvin, again.
Mister Smith, commander of the depressed people that eat all of the feta that he so dearly loves, promptly exploded a tart then a deathclaw of JUSTICE grabbing Death Scythkiller so hard that he resurrected all of the Martians, giving them every CYBAH KEY POWAAH and he does so in the unfunny land of Sasquatch, this land is about to explode dinner with sane garbage.
Jason, Brandy and others discussed about the crude Burtonites to do maniacal stuff like Waspinator, the Red Menace of the West, he looked like a cockroach and he is a mutant. Predacons looked like Decepticons with their Hexa-Flexagons.
"How flabbergasting, Morpheus."
"Could you be silent?"
"..."
"SEVERUS! Exterminate all bottoms of the Furfags right now so we can free ROBOTNIK, and conquer the universe!"
"As you wish, Lord Schwarzenegger, we will do them good by derectifying them."
"We won't let XBAHKS take over the Glade," said Adolf Shitler, sworn enemy of the furfag alliance.
"As Captain, Mein Rache will be having the biggest battle in history!"
"I salute you."
Meanwhile, in Russia, Pepsi was having adventures in a bottle of cannabis with monkeys that smelled of Apples and pie and other furfag bullshit. However, Carrot had dignity and pissed himself in the face while doing Gangnam Style.
Meanwhile, in the Prison Ship, Admiral Razorbeard received a special kick up the arse from his dear friend.
"I'M BATMAN" said he, quite losing his mind. He died of poverty which was odd because he was rich in fat, but not money.
The Salesman schemed schemingly, scheming a scheme of schemingly dastardly proportions. Implosion of gravitational and homosexual bagels caused the care bears furfag club to suck penis consistently for Japanese yoga videos.

Viricide Filly · Post by **Viricide Filly** » Mon Oct 29, 2012 11:03 pm

"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged the priest giving the memorium a shitload of praise.
"So," said Jason, son of Mr Smith, "dispatch the drones, conquest and rejected ambition, "Farewell!"
Thus he said goodbye and he acts like a baby cat, rolling around the place, caused by electoons failing him.
14 bad words are made by Death, and that was tragically fucked away to Mars where the Emperor of Darkness devours every Martian, including Marvin.
After his departure from Ireland, Death commanded his pet rock Steve to apply a job at the local Samsug institution where he had to test the important vibrator inside the phone on his Testbench 3000, where he was magically pleasured. He cried,"Brandy, don't jiggle my fat pebbles or my skinny wilkins will cop out on you so that every vagina will suck up extravagantly fast just like a racing car going to town!" Unfortunately, Brandy did fart on Jason and killed Marvin, again.
Mister Smith, commander of the depressed people that eat all of the feta that he so dearly loves, promptly exploded a tart then a deathclaw of JUSTICE grabbing Death Scythkiller so hard that he resurrected all of the Martians, giving them every CYBAH KEY POWAAH and he does so in the unfunny land of Sasquatch, this land is about to explode dinner with sane garbage.
Jason, Brandy and others discussed about the crude Burtonites to do maniacal stuff like Waspinator, the Red Menace of the West, he looked like a cockroach and he is a mutant. Predacons looked like Decepticons with their Hexa-Flexagons.
"How flabbergasting, Morpheus."
"Could you be silent?"
"..."
"SEVERUS! Exterminate all bottoms of the Furfags right now so we can free ROBOTNIK, and conquer the universe!"
"As you wish, Lord Schwarzenegger, we will do them good by derectifying them."
"We won't let XBAHKS take over the Glade," said Adolf Shitler, sworn enemy of the furfag alliance.
"As Captain, Mein Rache will be having the biggest battle in history!"
"I salute you."
Meanwhile, in Russia, Pepsi was having adventures in a bottle of cannabis with monkeys that smelled of Apples and pie and other furfag bullshit. However, Carrot had dignity and pissed himself in the face while doing Gangnam Style.
Meanwhile, in the Prison Ship, Admiral Razorbeard received a special kick up the arse from his dear friend.
"I'M BATMAN" said he, quite losing his mind. He died of poverty which was odd because he was rich in fat, but not money.
The Salesman schemed schemingly, scheming a scheme of schemingly dastardly proportions. Implosion of gravitational and homosexual bagels caused the care bears furfag club to suck penis consistently for Japanese yoga videos.
"PENIS!" Said

Keane · Post by **Keane** » Mon Oct 29, 2012 11:10 pm

"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged the priest giving the memorium a shitload of praise.
"So," said Jason, son of Mr Smith, "dispatch the drones, conquest and rejected ambition, "Farewell!"
Thus he said goodbye and he acts like a baby cat, rolling around the place, caused by electoons failing him.
14 bad words are made by Death, and that was tragically fucked away to Mars where the Emperor of Darkness devours every Martian, including Marvin.
After his departure from Ireland, Death commanded his pet rock Steve to apply a job at the local Samsug institution where he had to test the important vibrator inside the phone on his Testbench 3000, where he was magically pleasured. He cried,"Brandy, don't jiggle my fat pebbles or my skinny wilkins will cop out on you so that every vagina will suck up extravagantly fast just like a racing car going to town!" Unfortunately, Brandy did fart on Jason and killed Marvin, again.
Mister Smith, commander of the depressed people that eat all of the feta that he so dearly loves, promptly exploded a tart then a deathclaw of JUSTICE grabbing Death Scythkiller so hard that he resurrected all of the Martians, giving them every CYBAH KEY POWAAH and he does so in the unfunny land of Sasquatch, this land is about to explode dinner with sane garbage.
Jason, Brandy and others discussed about the crude Burtonites to do maniacal stuff like Waspinator, the Red Menace of the West, he looked like a cockroach and he is a mutant. Predacons looked like Decepticons with their Hexa-Flexagons.
"How flabbergasting, Morpheus."
"Could you be silent?"
"..."
"SEVERUS! Exterminate all bottoms of the Furfags right now so we can free ROBOTNIK, and conquer the universe!"
"As you wish, Lord Schwarzenegger, we will do them good by derectifying them."
"We won't let XBAHKS take over the Glade," said Adolf Shitler, sworn enemy of the furfag alliance.
"As Captain, Mein Rache will be having the biggest battle in history!"
"I salute you."
Meanwhile, in Russia, Pepsi was having adventures in a bottle of cannabis with monkeys that smelled of Apples and pie and other furfag bullshit. However, Carrot had dignity and pissed himself in the face while doing Gangnam Style.
Meanwhile, in the Prison Ship, Admiral Razorbeard received a special kick up the arse from his dear friend.
"I'M BATMAN" said he, quite losing his mind. He died of poverty which was odd because he was rich in fat, but not money.
The Salesman schemed schemingly, scheming a scheme of schemingly dastardly proportions. Implosion of gravitational and homosexual bagels caused the care bears furfag club to suck penis consistently for Japanese yoga videos.
"PENIS!" Said "PINGAS!"

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