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RE: Three Word Story

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Post by CloudFlash » Sat Oct 11, 2014 5:43 am

Upon arriving at Venom, Pigma betrayed Star Fox's Sandwhich. It was cruel doing sex with that BLT. Now my waifu has angry divorce papers that were delivered by [REDACTED] that were explosive, literally. Something something darkside blah, The Force. Obi Wan Kenobi something Yoda's butt. NitroACTIVE was crapping bottles of SunnyD all over his chest while singing Talk Dirty in Afghanistan? Wow!

Insanity, money, bananas, Sunkist and cookies: those are gay assholes, ones that deserve a good fucking in the eyesocket of your Mom's ass, meanwhile Pantera, er, Plantera, ate Mom's omnipresent spaghetti like a bitch. "Where is Doomguy?" asked Cyber-Chan, angrily stroking his ego like a pretentiouis meanie.

WOAH! That escalated quickly. Like fucking escalators on Roman's Dick - An engineering feat that could only break badly and wreck so fast such a wonderful essence of beauty. What if he smoked a fat Marijuana Cigarette™? Would he conquer the Sun Bro covenant/Obama's birth certificate? Or maybe cookies DUN DUN DUUUNNNNNNNNN! That was random! The phone rang "this is dog abortion expert Paul Everett, how can I die today?" "DANCE MONKIES DANCE!", I answered. "Oh. Take the bagels and run, friend." Then he did. All was right until he met Michael Rosen, aged milk smells Awful. The man shouted and silently whispered loudly, but he was ignored by the pack of raccoons sucking rotten fetuses they bought from the wrong Dancing Chinese Emperor Su Ka Min Ka Chong Pow or something.

Eggplants. That's what I was planning since my carrot farm exploded without reason. Stupid fucking Duke probably nuked it with his useless countless stupid catchphrases. *farts, chews bubblegum* But then I rewrote Build code with the intent of streamlining the intergrated clit cake. but while i expanded, Build crashed! Tiffany and Bethany, glorious crew sluts laughed at my
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RE: Three Word Story

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Post by Edward-san » Sat Oct 11, 2014 8:53 am

Upon arriving at Venom, Pigma betrayed Star Fox's Sandwhich. It was cruel doing sex with that BLT. Now my waifu has angry divorce papers that were delivered by [REDACTED] that were explosive, literally. Something something darkside blah, The Force. Obi Wan Kenobi something Yoda's butt. NitroACTIVE was crapping bottles of SunnyD all over his chest while singing Talk Dirty in Afghanistan? Wow!

Insanity, money, bananas, Sunkist and cookies: those are gay assholes, ones that deserve a good fucking in the eyesocket of your Mom's ass, meanwhile Pantera, er, Plantera, ate Mom's omnipresent spaghetti like a bitch. "Where is Doomguy?" asked Cyber-Chan, angrily stroking his ego like a pretentiouis meanie.

WOAH! That escalated quickly. Like fucking escalators on Roman's Dick - An engineering feat that could only break badly and wreck so fast such a wonderful essence of beauty. What if he smoked a fat Marijuana Cigarette™? Would he conquer the Sun Bro covenant/Obama's birth certificate? Or maybe cookies DUN DUN DUUUNNNNNNNNN! That was random! The phone rang "this is dog abortion expert Paul Everett, how can I die today?" "DANCE MONKIES DANCE!", I answered. "Oh. Take the bagels and run, friend." Then he did. All was right until he met Michael Rosen, aged milk smells Awful. The man shouted and silently whispered loudly, but he was ignored by the pack of raccoons sucking rotten fetuses they bought from the wrong Dancing Chinese Emperor Su Ka Min Ka Chong Pow or something.

Eggplants. That's what I was planning since my carrot farm exploded without reason. Stupid fucking Duke probably nuked it with his useless countless stupid catchphrases. *farts, chews bubblegum* But then I rewrote Build code with the intent of streamlining the intergrated clit cake. but while i expanded, Build crashed! Tiffany and Bethany, glorious crew sluts laughed at my sweet love for

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RE: Three Word Story

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Post by CloudFlash » Sat Oct 11, 2014 10:44 am

Upon arriving at Venom, Pigma betrayed Star Fox's Sandwhich. It was cruel doing sex with that BLT. Now my waifu has angry divorce papers that were delivered by [REDACTED] that were explosive, literally. Something something darkside blah, The Force. Obi Wan Kenobi something Yoda's butt. NitroACTIVE was crapping bottles of SunnyD all over his chest while singing Talk Dirty in Afghanistan? Wow!

Insanity, money, bananas, Sunkist and cookies: those are gay assholes, ones that deserve a good fucking in the eyesocket of your Mom's ass, meanwhile Pantera, er, Plantera, ate Mom's omnipresent spaghetti like a bitch. "Where is Doomguy?" asked Cyber-Chan, angrily stroking his ego like a pretentiouis meanie.

WOAH! That escalated quickly. Like fucking escalators on Roman's Dick - An engineering feat that could only break badly and wreck so fast such a wonderful essence of beauty. What if he smoked a fat Marijuana Cigarette™? Would he conquer the Sun Bro covenant/Obama's birth certificate? Or maybe cookies DUN DUN DUUUNNNNNNNNN! That was random! The phone rang "this is dog abortion expert Paul Everett, how can I die today?" "DANCE MONKIES DANCE!", I answered. "Oh. Take the bagels and run, friend." Then he did. All was right until he met Michael Rosen, aged milk smells Awful. The man shouted and silently whispered loudly, but he was ignored by the pack of raccoons sucking rotten fetuses they bought from the wrong Dancing Chinese Emperor Su Ka Min Ka Chong Pow or something.

Eggplants. That's what I was planning since my carrot farm exploded without reason. Stupid fucking Duke probably nuked it with his useless countless stupid catchphrases. *farts, chews bubblegum* But then I rewrote Build code with the intent of streamlining the intergrated clit cake. but while i expanded, Build crashed! Tiffany and Bethany, glorious crew sluts laughed at my sweet love for technicolored horses. By
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RE: Three Word Story

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Post by Edward-san » Sat Oct 11, 2014 11:08 am

Upon arriving at Venom, Pigma betrayed Star Fox's Sandwhich. It was cruel doing sex with that BLT. Now my waifu has angry divorce papers that were delivered by [REDACTED] that were explosive, literally. Something something darkside blah, The Force. Obi Wan Kenobi something Yoda's butt. NitroACTIVE was crapping bottles of SunnyD all over his chest while singing Talk Dirty in Afghanistan? Wow!

Insanity, money, bananas, Sunkist and cookies: those are gay assholes, ones that deserve a good fucking in the eyesocket of your Mom's ass, meanwhile Pantera, er, Plantera, ate Mom's omnipresent spaghetti like a bitch. "Where is Doomguy?" asked Cyber-Chan, angrily stroking his ego like a pretentiouis meanie.

WOAH! That escalated quickly. Like fucking escalators on Roman's Dick - An engineering feat that could only break badly and wreck so fast such a wonderful essence of beauty. What if he smoked a fat Marijuana Cigarette™? Would he conquer the Sun Bro covenant/Obama's birth certificate? Or maybe cookies DUN DUN DUUUNNNNNNNNN! That was random! The phone rang "this is dog abortion expert Paul Everett, how can I die today?" "DANCE MONKIES DANCE!", I answered. "Oh. Take the bagels and run, friend." Then he did. All was right until he met Michael Rosen, aged milk smells Awful. The man shouted and silently whispered loudly, but he was ignored by the pack of raccoons sucking rotten fetuses they bought from the wrong Dancing Chinese Emperor Su Ka Min Ka Chong Pow or something.

Eggplants. That's what I was planning since my carrot farm exploded without reason. Stupid fucking Duke probably nuked it with his useless countless stupid catchphrases. *farts, chews bubblegum* But then I rewrote Build code with the intent of streamlining the intergrated clit cake. but while i expanded, Build crashed! Tiffany and Bethany, glorious crew sluts laughed at my sweet love for technicolored horses. By the way, who

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Post by Doomkid » Sat Oct 11, 2014 12:27 pm

Upon arriving at Venom, Pigma betrayed Star Fox's Sandwhich. It was cruel doing sex with that BLT. Now my waifu has angry divorce papers that were delivered by [REDACTED] that were explosive, literally. Something something darkside blah, The Force. Obi Wan Kenobi something Yoda's butt. NitroACTIVE was crapping bottles of SunnyD all over his chest while singing Talk Dirty in Afghanistan? Wow!

Insanity, money, bananas, Sunkist and cookies: those are gay assholes, ones that deserve a good fucking in the eyesocket of your Mom's ass, meanwhile Pantera, er, Plantera, ate Mom's omnipresent spaghetti like a bitch. "Where is Doomguy?" asked Cyber-Chan, angrily stroking his ego like a pretentiouis meanie.

WOAH! That escalated quickly. Like fucking escalators on Roman's Dick - An engineering feat that could only break badly and wreck so fast such a wonderful essence of beauty. What if he smoked a fat Marijuana Cigarette™? Would he conquer the Sun Bro covenant/Obama's birth certificate? Or maybe cookies DUN DUN DUUUNNNNNNNNN! That was random! The phone rang "this is dog abortion expert Paul Everett, how can I die today?" "DANCE MONKIES DANCE!", I answered. "Oh. Take the bagels and run, friend." Then he did. All was right until he met Michael Rosen, aged milk smells Awful. The man shouted and silently whispered loudly, but he was ignored by the pack of raccoons sucking rotten fetuses they bought from the wrong Dancing Chinese Emperor Su Ka Min Ka Chong Pow or something.

Eggplants. That's what I was planning since my carrot farm exploded without reason. Stupid fucking Duke probably nuked it with his useless countless stupid catchphrases. *farts, chews bubblegum* But then I rewrote Build code with the intent of streamlining the intergrated clit cake. but while i expanded, Build crashed! Tiffany and Bethany, glorious crew sluts laughed at my sweet love for technicolored horses. By the way, who are Tiffany / Bethany?!
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Post by Niiro Kitsune » Sat Oct 11, 2014 1:17 pm

Upon arriving at Venom, Pigma betrayed Star Fox's Sandwhich. It was cruel doing sex with that BLT. Now my waifu has angry divorce papers that were delivered by [REDACTED] that were explosive, literally. Something something darkside blah, The Force. Obi Wan Kenobi something Yoda's butt. NitroACTIVE was crapping bottles of SunnyD all over his chest while singing Talk Dirty in Afghanistan? Wow!

Insanity, money, bananas, Sunkist and cookies: those are gay assholes, ones that deserve a good fucking in the eyesocket of your Mom's ass, meanwhile Pantera, er, Plantera, ate Mom's omnipresent spaghetti like a bitch. "Where is Doomguy?" asked Cyber-Chan, angrily stroking his ego like a pretentiouis meanie.

WOAH! That escalated quickly. Like fucking escalators on Roman's Dick - An engineering feat that could only break badly and wreck so fast such a wonderful essence of beauty. What if he smoked a fat Marijuana Cigarette™? Would he conquer the Sun Bro covenant/Obama's birth certificate? Or maybe cookies DUN DUN DUUUNNNNNNNNN! That was random! The phone rang "this is dog abortion expert Paul Everett, how can I die today?" "DANCE MONKIES DANCE!", I answered. "Oh. Take the bagels and run, friend." Then he did. All was right until he met Michael Rosen, aged milk smells Awful. The man shouted and silently whispered loudly, but he was ignored by the pack of raccoons sucking rotten fetuses they bought from the wrong Dancing Chinese Emperor Su Ka Min Ka Chong Pow or something.

Eggplants. That's what I was planning since my carrot farm exploded without reason. Stupid fucking Duke probably nuked it with his useless countless stupid catchphrases. *farts, chews bubblegum* But then I rewrote Build code with the intent of streamlining the intergrated clit cake. but while i expanded, Build crashed! Tiffany and Bethany, glorious crew sluts laughed at my sweet love for technicolored horses. By the way, who are Tiffany / Bethany?! No one knows...
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Post by Doomkid » Sat Oct 11, 2014 4:36 pm

Insanity, money, bananas, Sunkist and cookies: those are gay assholes, ones that deserve a good fucking in the eyesocket of your Mom's ass, meanwhile Pantera, er, Plantera, ate Mom's omnipresent spaghetti like a bitch. "Where is Doomguy?" asked Cyber-Chan, angrily stroking his ego like a pretentiouis meanie.

WOAH! That escalated quickly. Like fucking escalators on Roman's Dick - An engineering feat that could only break badly and wreck so fast such a wonderful essence of beauty. What if he smoked a fat Marijuana Cigarette™? Would he conquer the Sun Bro covenant/Obama's birth certificate? Or maybe cookies DUN DUN DUUUNNNNNNNNN! That was random! The phone rang "this is dog abortion expert Paul Everett, how can I die today?" "DANCE MONKIES DANCE!", I answered. "Oh. Take the bagels and run, friend." Then he did. All was right until he met Michael Rosen, aged milk smells Awful. The man shouted and silently whispered loudly, but he was ignored by the pack of raccoons sucking rotten fetuses they bought from the wrong Dancing Chinese Emperor Su Ka Min Ka Chong Pow or something.

Eggplants. That's what I was planning since my carrot farm exploded without reason. Stupid fucking Duke probably nuked it with his useless countless stupid catchphrases. *farts, chews bubblegum* But then I rewrote Build code with the intent of streamlining the intergrated clit cake. but while i expanded, Build crashed! Tiffany and Bethany, glorious crew sluts laughed at my sweet love for technicolored horses. By the way, who are Tiffany / Bethany?! No one knows...

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Post by Empyre » Sun Oct 12, 2014 9:00 am

Insanity, money, bananas, Sunkist and cookies: those are gay assholes, ones that deserve a good fucking in the eyesocket of your Mom's ass, meanwhile Pantera, er, Plantera, ate Mom's omnipresent spaghetti like a bitch. "Where is Doomguy?" asked Cyber-Chan, angrily stroking his ego like a pretentiouis meanie.

WOAH! That escalated quickly. Like fucking escalators on Roman's Dick - An engineering feat that could only break badly and wreck so fast such a wonderful essence of beauty. What if he smoked a fat Marijuana Cigarette™? Would he conquer the Sun Bro covenant/Obama's birth certificate? Or maybe cookies DUN DUN DUUUNNNNNNNNN! That was random! The phone rang "this is dog abortion expert Paul Everett, how can I die today?" "DANCE MONKIES DANCE!", I answered. "Oh. Take the bagels and run, friend." Then he did. All was right until he met Michael Rosen, aged milk smells Awful. The man shouted and silently whispered loudly, but he was ignored by the pack of raccoons sucking rotten fetuses they bought from the wrong Dancing Chinese Emperor Su Ka Min Ka Chong Pow or something.

Eggplants. That's what I was planning since my carrot farm exploded without reason. Stupid fucking Duke probably nuked it with his useless countless stupid catchphrases. *farts, chews bubblegum* But then I rewrote Build code with the intent of streamlining the intergrated clit cake. but while i expanded, Build crashed! Tiffany and Bethany, glorious crew sluts laughed at my sweet love for technicolored horses. By the way, who are Tiffany / Bethany?! No one knows...

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Post by Sean » Sun Oct 12, 2014 9:26 am

Insanity, money, bananas, Sunkist and cookies: those are gay assholes, ones that deserve a good fucking in the eyesocket of your Mom's ass, meanwhile Pantera, er, Plantera, ate Mom's omnipresent spaghetti like a bitch. "Where is Doomguy?" asked Cyber-Chan, angrily stroking his ego like a pretentiouis meanie.

WOAH! That escalated quickly. Like fucking escalators on Roman's Dick - An engineering feat that could only break badly and wreck so fast such a wonderful essence of beauty. What if he smoked a fat Marijuana Cigarette™? Would he conquer the Sun Bro covenant/Obama's birth certificate? Or maybe cookies DUN DUN DUUUNNNNNNNNN! That was random! The phone rang "this is dog abortion expert Paul Everett, how can I die today?" "DANCE MONKIES DANCE!", I answered. "Oh. Take the bagels and run, friend." Then he did. All was right until he met Michael Rosen, aged milk smells Awful. The man shouted and silently whispered loudly, but he was ignored by the pack of raccoons sucking rotten fetuses they bought from the wrong Dancing Chinese Emperor Su Ka Min Ka Chong Pow or something.

Eggplants. That's what I was planning since my carrot farm exploded without reason. Stupid fucking Duke probably nuked it with his useless countless stupid catchphrases. *farts, chews bubblegum* But then I rewrote Build code with the intent of streamlining the intergrated clit cake. but while i expanded, Build crashed! Tiffany and Bethany, glorious crew sluts laughed at my sweet love for technicolored horses. By the way, who are Tiffany / Bethany?! No one knows...

We'll shove pickles across the table and into my
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Post by CloudFlash » Sun Oct 12, 2014 4:30 pm

Insanity, money, bananas, Sunkist and cookies: those are gay assholes, ones that deserve a good fucking in the eyesocket of your Mom's ass, meanwhile Pantera, er, Plantera, ate Mom's omnipresent spaghetti like a bitch. "Where is Doomguy?" asked Cyber-Chan, angrily stroking his ego like a pretentiouis meanie.

WOAH! That escalated quickly. Like fucking escalators on Roman's Dick - An engineering feat that could only break badly and wreck so fast such a wonderful essence of beauty. What if he smoked a fat Marijuana Cigarette™? Would he conquer the Sun Bro covenant/Obama's birth certificate? Or maybe cookies DUN DUN DUUUNNNNNNNNN! That was random! The phone rang "this is dog abortion expert Paul Everett, how can I die today?" "DANCE MONKIES DANCE!", I answered. "Oh. Take the bagels and run, friend." Then he did. All was right until he met Michael Rosen, aged milk smells Awful. The man shouted and silently whispered loudly, but he was ignored by the pack of raccoons sucking rotten fetuses they bought from the wrong Dancing Chinese Emperor Su Ka Min Ka Chong Pow or something.

Eggplants. That's what I was planning since my carrot farm exploded without reason. Stupid fucking Duke probably nuked it with his useless countless stupid catchphrases. *farts, chews bubblegum* But then I rewrote Build code with the intent of streamlining the intergrated clit cake. but while i expanded, Build crashed! Tiffany and Bethany, glorious crew sluts laughed at my sweet love for technicolored horses. By the way, who are Tiffany / Bethany?! No one knows...

We'll shove pickles across the table and into my friend's pet hamster
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Post by Doomkid » Sun Oct 12, 2014 11:12 pm

Insanity, money, bananas, Sunkist and cookies: those are gay assholes, ones that deserve a good fucking in the eyesocket of your Mom's ass, meanwhile Pantera, er, Plantera, ate Mom's omnipresent spaghetti like a bitch. "Where is Doomguy?" asked Cyber-Chan, angrily stroking his ego like a pretentiouis meanie.

WOAH! That escalated quickly. Like fucking escalators on Roman's Dick - An engineering feat that could only break badly and wreck so fast such a wonderful essence of beauty. What if he smoked a fat Marijuana Cigarette™? Would he conquer the Sun Bro covenant/Obama's birth certificate? Or maybe cookies DUN DUN DUUUNNNNNNNNN! That was random! The phone rang "this is dog abortion expert Paul Everett, how can I die today?" "DANCE MONKIES DANCE!", I answered. "Oh. Take the bagels and run, friend." Then he did. All was right until he met Michael Rosen, aged milk smells Awful. The man shouted and silently whispered loudly, but he was ignored by the pack of raccoons sucking rotten fetuses they bought from the wrong Dancing Chinese Emperor Su Ka Min Ka Chong Pow or something.

Eggplants. That's what I was planning since my carrot farm exploded without reason. Stupid fucking Duke probably nuked it with his useless countless stupid catchphrases. *farts, chews bubblegum* But then I rewrote Build code with the intent of streamlining the intergrated clit cake. but while i expanded, Build crashed! Tiffany and Bethany, glorious crew sluts laughed at my sweet love for technicolored horses. By the way, who are Tiffany / Bethany?! No one knows...

We'll shove pickles across the table and into my friend's pet hamster's silent loud whispers
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Post by MrSetharoo » Mon Oct 13, 2014 1:01 am

Insanity, money, bananas, Sunkist and cookies: those are gay assholes, ones that deserve a good fucking in the eyesocket of your Mom's ass, meanwhile Pantera, er, Plantera, ate Mom's omnipresent spaghetti like a bitch. "Where is Doomguy?" asked Cyber-Chan, angrily stroking his ego like a pretentiouis meanie.

WOAH! That escalated quickly. Like fucking escalators on Roman's Dick - An engineering feat that could only break badly and wreck so fast such a wonderful essence of beauty. What if he smoked a fat Marijuana Cigarette™? Would he conquer the Sun Bro covenant/Obama's birth certificate? Or maybe cookies DUN DUN DUUUNNNNNNNNN! That was random! The phone rang "this is dog abortion expert Paul Everett, how can I die today?" "DANCE MONKIES DANCE!", I answered. "Oh. Take the bagels and run, friend." Then he did. All was right until he met Michael Rosen, aged milk smells Awful. The man shouted and silently whispered loudly, but he was ignored by the pack of raccoons sucking rotten fetuses they bought from the wrong Dancing Chinese Emperor Su Ka Min Ka Chong Pow or something.

Eggplants. That's what I was planning since my carrot farm exploded without reason. Stupid fucking Duke probably nuked it with his useless countless stupid catchphrases. *farts, chews bubblegum* But then I rewrote Build code with the intent of streamlining the intergrated clit cake. but while i expanded, Build crashed! Tiffany and Bethany, glorious crew sluts laughed at my sweet love for technicolored horses. By the way, who are Tiffany / Bethany?! No one knows...

We'll shove pickles across the table and into my friend's pet hamster's silent loud whispers infected asshole. Yep

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Post by CloudFlash » Mon Oct 13, 2014 5:35 am

Insanity, money, bananas, Sunkist and cookies: those are gay assholes, ones that deserve a good fucking in the eyesocket of your Mom's ass, meanwhile Pantera, er, Plantera, ate Mom's omnipresent spaghetti like a bitch. "Where is Doomguy?" asked Cyber-Chan, angrily stroking his ego like a pretentiouis meanie.

WOAH! That escalated quickly. Like fucking escalators on Roman's Dick - An engineering feat that could only break badly and wreck so fast such a wonderful essence of beauty. What if he smoked a fat Marijuana Cigarette™? Would he conquer the Sun Bro covenant/Obama's birth certificate? Or maybe cookies DUN DUN DUUUNNNNNNNNN! That was random! The phone rang "this is dog abortion expert Paul Everett, how can I die today?" "DANCE MONKIES DANCE!", I answered. "Oh. Take the bagels and run, friend." Then he did. All was right until he met Michael Rosen, aged milk smells Awful. The man shouted and silently whispered loudly, but he was ignored by the pack of raccoons sucking rotten fetuses they bought from the wrong Dancing Chinese Emperor Su Ka Min Ka Chong Pow or something.

Eggplants. That's what I was planning since my carrot farm exploded without reason. Stupid fucking Duke probably nuked it with his useless countless stupid catchphrases. *farts, chews bubblegum* But then I rewrote Build code with the intent of streamlining the intergrated clit cake. but while i expanded, Build crashed! Tiffany and Bethany, glorious crew sluts laughed at my sweet love for technicolored horses. By the way, who are Tiffany / Bethany?! No one knows...

We'll shove pickles across the table and into my friend's pet hamster's silent loud whispers infected asshole. Yep, that went terrible
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Post by Doomkid » Mon Oct 13, 2014 11:31 am

Insanity, money, bananas, Sunkist and cookies: those are gay assholes, ones that deserve a good fucking in the eyesocket of your Mom's ass, meanwhile Pantera, er, Plantera, ate Mom's omnipresent spaghetti like a bitch. "Where is Doomguy?" asked Cyber-Chan, angrily stroking his ego like a pretentiouis meanie.

WOAH! That escalated quickly. Like fucking escalators on Roman's Dick - An engineering feat that could only break badly and wreck so fast such a wonderful essence of beauty. What if he smoked a fat Marijuana Cigarette™? Would he conquer the Sun Bro covenant/Obama's birth certificate? Or maybe cookies DUN DUN DUUUNNNNNNNNN! That was random! The phone rang "this is dog abortion expert Paul Everett, how can I die today?" "DANCE MONKIES DANCE!", I answered. "Oh. Take the bagels and run, friend." Then he did. All was right until he met Michael Rosen, aged milk smells Awful. The man shouted and silently whispered loudly, but he was ignored by the pack of raccoons sucking rotten fetuses they bought from the wrong Dancing Chinese Emperor Su Ka Min Ka Chong Pow or something.

Eggplants. That's what I was planning since my carrot farm exploded without reason. Stupid fucking Duke probably nuked it with his useless countless stupid catchphrases. *farts, chews bubblegum* But then I rewrote Build code with the intent of streamlining the intergrated clit cake. but while i expanded, Build crashed! Tiffany and Bethany, glorious crew sluts laughed at my sweet love for technicolored horses. By the way, who are Tiffany / Bethany?! No one knows...

We'll shove pickles across the table and into my friend's pet hamster's silent loud whispers infected asshole. Yep, that went terrible, we grammar badly
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Post by Sean » Mon Oct 13, 2014 3:17 pm

Insanity, money, bananas, Sunkist and cookies: those are gay assholes, ones that deserve a good fucking in the eyesocket of your Mom's ass, meanwhile Pantera, er, Plantera, ate Mom's omnipresent spaghetti like a bitch. "Where is Doomguy?" asked Cyber-Chan, angrily stroking his ego like a pretentiouis meanie.

WOAH! That escalated quickly. Like fucking escalators on Roman's Dick - An engineering feat that could only break badly and wreck so fast such a wonderful essence of beauty. What if he smoked a fat Marijuana Cigarette™? Would he conquer the Sun Bro covenant/Obama's birth certificate? Or maybe cookies DUN DUN DUUUNNNNNNNNN! That was random! The phone rang "this is dog abortion expert Paul Everett, how can I die today?" "DANCE MONKIES DANCE!", I answered. "Oh. Take the bagels and run, friend." Then he did. All was right until he met Michael Rosen, aged milk smells Awful. The man shouted and silently whispered loudly, but he was ignored by the pack of raccoons sucking rotten fetuses they bought from the wrong Dancing Chinese Emperor Su Ka Min Ka Chong Pow or something.

Eggplants. That's what I was planning since my carrot farm exploded without reason. Stupid fucking Duke probably nuked it with his useless countless stupid catchphrases. *farts, chews bubblegum* But then I rewrote Build code with the intent of streamlining the intergrated clit cake. but while i expanded, Build crashed! Tiffany and Bethany, glorious crew sluts laughed at my sweet love for technicolored horses. By the way, who are Tiffany / Bethany?! No one knows...

We'll shove pickles across the table and into my friend's pet hamster's silent loud whispers infected asshole. Yep, that went terrible, we grammar badly super very so.
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RE: Three Word Story

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Post by Niiro Kitsune » Mon Oct 13, 2014 8:03 pm

Insanity, money, bananas, Sunkist and cookies: those are gay assholes, ones that deserve a good fucking in the eyesocket of your Mom's ass, meanwhile Pantera, er, Plantera, ate Mom's omnipresent spaghetti like a bitch. "Where is Doomguy?" asked Cyber-Chan, angrily stroking his ego like a pretentiouis meanie.

WOAH! That escalated quickly. Like fucking escalators on Roman's Dick - An engineering feat that could only break badly and wreck so fast such a wonderful essence of beauty. What if he smoked a fat Marijuana Cigarette™? Would he conquer the Sun Bro covenant/Obama's birth certificate? Or maybe cookies DUN DUN DUUUNNNNNNNNN! That was random! The phone rang "this is dog abortion expert Paul Everett, how can I die today?" "DANCE MONKIES DANCE!", I answered. "Oh. Take the bagels and run, friend." Then he did. All was right until he met Michael Rosen, aged milk smells Awful. The man shouted and silently whispered loudly, but he was ignored by the pack of raccoons sucking rotten fetuses they bought from the wrong Dancing Chinese Emperor Su Ka Min Ka Chong Pow or something.

Eggplants. That's what I was planning since my carrot farm exploded without reason. Stupid fucking Duke probably nuked it with his useless countless stupid catchphrases. *farts, chews bubblegum* But then I rewrote Build code with the intent of streamlining the intergrated clit cake. but while i expanded, Build crashed! Tiffany and Bethany, glorious crew sluts laughed at my sweet love for technicolored horses. By the way, who are Tiffany / Bethany?! No one knows...

We'll shove pickles across the table and into my friend's pet hamster's silent loud whispers infected asshole. Yep, that went terrible, we grammar badly super very so. Me agree yes.
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RE: Three Word Story

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Post by CloudFlash » Mon Oct 13, 2014 8:50 pm

Insanity, money, bananas, Sunkist and cookies: those are gay assholes, ones that deserve a good fucking in the eyesocket of your Mom's ass, meanwhile Pantera, er, Plantera, ate Mom's omnipresent spaghetti like a bitch. "Where is Doomguy?" asked Cyber-Chan, angrily stroking his ego like a pretentiouis meanie.

WOAH! That escalated quickly. Like fucking escalators on Roman's Dick - An engineering feat that could only break badly and wreck so fast such a wonderful essence of beauty. What if he smoked a fat Marijuana Cigarette™? Would he conquer the Sun Bro covenant/Obama's birth certificate? Or maybe cookies DUN DUN DUUUNNNNNNNNN! That was random! The phone rang "this is dog abortion expert Paul Everett, how can I die today?" "DANCE MONKIES DANCE!", I answered. "Oh. Take the bagels and run, friend." Then he did. All was right until he met Michael Rosen, aged milk smells Awful. The man shouted and silently whispered loudly, but he was ignored by the pack of raccoons sucking rotten fetuses they bought from the wrong Dancing Chinese Emperor Su Ka Min Ka Chong Pow or something.

Eggplants. That's what I was planning since my carrot farm exploded without reason. Stupid fucking Duke probably nuked it with his useless countless stupid catchphrases. *farts, chews bubblegum* But then I rewrote Build code with the intent of streamlining the intergrated clit cake. but while i expanded, Build crashed! Tiffany and Bethany, glorious crew sluts laughed at my sweet love for technicolored horses. By the way, who are Tiffany / Bethany?! No one knows...

We'll shove pickles across the table and into my friend's pet hamster's silent loud whispers infected asshole. Yep, that went terrible, we grammar badly super very so. Me agree yes.

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RE: Three Word Story

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Post by Edward-san » Mon Oct 13, 2014 9:08 pm

Insanity, money, bananas, Sunkist and cookies: those are gay assholes, ones that deserve a good fucking in the eyesocket of your Mom's ass, meanwhile Pantera, er, Plantera, ate Mom's omnipresent spaghetti like a bitch. "Where is Doomguy?" asked Cyber-Chan, angrily stroking his ego like a pretentiouis meanie.

WOAH! That escalated quickly. Like fucking escalators on Roman's Dick - An engineering feat that could only break badly and wreck so fast such a wonderful essence of beauty. What if he smoked a fat Marijuana Cigarette™? Would he conquer the Sun Bro covenant/Obama's birth certificate? Or maybe cookies DUN DUN DUUUNNNNNNNNN! That was random! The phone rang "this is dog abortion expert Paul Everett, how can I die today?" "DANCE MONKIES DANCE!", I answered. "Oh. Take the bagels and run, friend." Then he did. All was right until he met Michael Rosen, aged milk smells Awful. The man shouted and silently whispered loudly, but he was ignored by the pack of raccoons sucking rotten fetuses they bought from the wrong Dancing Chinese Emperor Su Ka Min Ka Chong Pow or something.

Eggplants. That's what I was planning since my carrot farm exploded without reason. Stupid fucking Duke probably nuked it with his useless countless stupid catchphrases. *farts, chews bubblegum* But then I rewrote Build code with the intent of streamlining the intergrated clit cake. but while i expanded, Build crashed! Tiffany and Bethany, glorious crew sluts laughed at my sweet love for technicolored horses. By the way, who are Tiffany / Bethany?! No one knows...

We'll shove pickles across the table and into my friend's pet hamster's silent loud whispers infected asshole. Yep, that went terrible, we grammar badly super very so. Me agree yes.

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Post by Doomkid » Tue Oct 14, 2014 1:24 pm

Insanity, money, bananas, Sunkist and cookies: those are gay assholes, ones that deserve a good fucking in the eyesocket of your Mom's ass, meanwhile Pantera, er, Plantera, ate Mom's omnipresent spaghetti like a bitch. "Where is Doomguy?" asked Cyber-Chan, angrily stroking his ego like a pretentiouis meanie.

WOAH! That escalated quickly. Like fucking escalators on Roman's Dick - An engineering feat that could only break badly and wreck so fast such a wonderful essence of beauty. What if he smoked a fat Marijuana Cigarette™? Would he conquer the Sun Bro covenant/Obama's birth certificate? Or maybe cookies DUN DUN DUUUNNNNNNNNN! That was random! The phone rang "this is dog abortion expert Paul Everett, how can I die today?" "DANCE MONKIES DANCE!", I answered. "Oh. Take the bagels and run, friend." Then he did. All was right until he met Michael Rosen, aged milk smells Awful. The man shouted and silently whispered loudly, but he was ignored by the pack of raccoons sucking rotten fetuses they bought from the wrong Dancing Chinese Emperor Su Ka Min Ka Chong Pow or something.

Eggplants. That's what I was planning since my carrot farm exploded without reason. Stupid fucking Duke probably nuked it with his useless countless stupid catchphrases. *farts, chews bubblegum* But then I rewrote Build code with the intent of streamlining the intergrated clit cake. but while i expanded, Build crashed! Tiffany and Bethany, glorious crew sluts laughed at my sweet love for technicolored horses. By the way, who are Tiffany / Bethany?! No one knows...

We'll shove pickles across the table and into my friend's pet hamster's silent loud whispers infected asshole. Yep, that went terrible, we grammar badly super very so. Me agree yes.

Poland cannot into innocent sturgeons caviars? I doubt it!
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RE: Three Word Story

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Post by Sean » Tue Oct 14, 2014 6:49 pm

Insanity, money, bananas, Sunkist and cookies: those are gay assholes, ones that deserve a good fucking in the eyesocket of your Mom's ass, meanwhile Pantera, er, Plantera, ate Mom's omnipresent spaghetti like a bitch. "Where is Doomguy?" asked Cyber-Chan, angrily stroking his ego like a pretentiouis meanie.

WOAH! That escalated quickly. Like fucking escalators on Roman's Dick - An engineering feat that could only break badly and wreck so fast such a wonderful essence of beauty. What if he smoked a fat Marijuana Cigarette™? Would he conquer the Sun Bro covenant/Obama's birth certificate? Or maybe cookies DUN DUN DUUUNNNNNNNNN! That was random! The phone rang "this is dog abortion expert Paul Everett, how can I die today?" "DANCE MONKIES DANCE!", I answered. "Oh. Take the bagels and run, friend." Then he did. All was right until he met Michael Rosen, aged milk smells Awful. The man shouted and silently whispered loudly, but he was ignored by the pack of raccoons sucking rotten fetuses they bought from the wrong Dancing Chinese Emperor Su Ka Min Ka Chong Pow or something.

Eggplants. That's what I was planning since my carrot farm exploded without reason. Stupid fucking Duke probably nuked it with his useless countless stupid catchphrases. *farts, chews bubblegum* But then I rewrote Build code with the intent of streamlining the intergrated clit cake. but while i expanded, Build crashed! Tiffany and Bethany, glorious crew sluts laughed at my sweet love for technicolored horses. By the way, who are Tiffany / Bethany?! No one knows...

We'll shove pickles across the table and into my friend's pet hamster's silent loud whispers infected asshole. Yep, that went terrible, we grammar badly super very so. Me agree yes.

Poland cannot into innocent sturgeons caviars? I doubt it!

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