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There was once a princess whom ruled an empire and controlled the fate of the thousands of her corruptly disloyal subjects. So one fine evening a twisted old man came and stared straight into her blue eyes and what he saw surprised her to the point of dismay. She then went to the king, who smelt of freshly cut roses and sweat. He liked to play with his enormous cello every night. Then a horde of Balkan barbarians besieged a castle in which her magical Irishman called Al-Radia lived. The best thing in the kingdom was that the immensely impressive oak that stood outside the castle Aaaaarrrrrrgh and the fruit of the spam that fell to the floor.

Some people can go **** in freshly cleaned toilets. Thus, Princess Proletariat sponsors public restrooms because of her fondness of the public area.

Meanwhile Balkan Barbarians were breaching the big Balkan barricades that once protected Princess Proletariat's bathroom. Meanwhile the Irishman was drinking whiskey - oblivious to the soon to be dead pets in this war.

Suddenly, a Crazed Rabbit started to do dancing lessons with the queen, then The Stranger said 'What are you doing! There are many other ways to act stupid."
"Yet Balkans are getting bored. Who wanted to get their attention?" Princess Proletariat said to her aide who was underage. "Can you get me the knights of Camelot so that they can ride out removing the Balkan mercenaries."
"But why? The Irishman must have his own reasons for not going to sleep, yet ignoring the command that Princess Proletariat had given." And it came - the Balkans massacred most of the good Samaritans and then ran away. The Irishman also ran for his life, yet was killed and revived almost instantly after he had sexual intercourse with Beckham and then he fell into a well, soon after the end of the battle the other day. Beirut - the Princess's favourite location was under his almighty shadow - hosted a forced meeting concerning how to stop ham.

That is the end of the story. Thankyou for purchasing ultra super stories by J.K. are you serious??

"Nah! I'm just messing with your brain" said Santa to the other elf. "Hypnotising you was the easiest task that I ever performed! You must be ashamed!"
"No, why would the French ever try to take all of the food!"
Santa laughed. "Because French Fries was made by."
See hypnotised you. Then he said the ten commandments would now be plastered all over his face! Your only chance of survival is through steroid infestation. Only through hard work can we be free from this cesspool of Princess Proletariat.

Santa had not yet found the steroid infestation and was now terrified of the enormous, nuclear powered missiles that were aimed at the north pole. At six o'clock precisely Santa fell asleep. He began dreaming of a time when he was a young lad, eating cheesecake by the fireplace, but he had forgotten that he left the switch for countering the nuclear missiles by the sauna. Kim Jong quickly launched his new computer game. Then there was a blackout. Mrs. Claus ran for her life, leaving Santa to die.

Nine months later, Mrs. Claus had a heart attack and fell to the South Pole where her corpse was buried until the Easter Bunny defiled her grave.

Then one rainy day in the great outdoors, Mrs. Clause's strange and mysterious dream became real. The entire world became orange and only spoke taiwanese backwards and wore giant soft rubber brassiéres, however there was something strange light bearing down... Santa had respawned ten times more into ten gigantic octopus arms, engulfing the brave 300 Persian animal trainers killing oppressive spartans. The Spartans cried: "This Is Sparta!! Join our party!"We have tea... and many slaves!

So the Persians went to Belgium to join EU. The EU said we shall think while eating olives and other miscellaneous Michelangelos. But there the roof collapsed and everybody died. So the Persians decided to destroy the low-cost roofer. However the owner of The Roofer's pointed upwards, club or not, it definitely is not going to become the greatest building, so you should worship K COSSACK and I Am Herenow and other evil miscellaneous creatures of the .org legions. 1337 speakers swarmed into the Babe Thread and totally fell over into a big pile above the enormous ***** and *****. "z0/\/\9," they said, "we are here, we are queer, and proud of our large sunglasses!" Then Stevie Wonder brought some pie and threw them at Lord Motep, which totaly ruined his new hairdo, aggravating the persians, who were his fathers. Then Luke lost his limbs and lost his memory and hallucinated about giant purple octopus conspiracies against absolutely nothing.

Waffles were missing in Waffleland. So BOB went next door and had a giant waffle, but the waffle was taken by policemen with truncheons dressed as edible dormice and with funny similarity, they ate good stiff cardboard covered with mayonnaise which was laced with moldy Tuna eyeballs and cheesy wotsits and caviar. Bob threw up as the caviar was nine months out of date, and passed out. He collapsed onto a fat policeman and bounced high

There was once a princess whom ruled an empire and controlled the fate of the thousands of her corruptly disloyal subjects. So one fine evening a twisted old man came and stared straight into her blue eyes and what he saw surprised her to the point of dismay. She then went to the king, who smelt of freshly cut roses and sweat. He liked to play with his enormous cello every night. Then a horde of Balkan barbarians besieged a castle in which her magical Irishman called Al-Radia lived. The best thing in the kingdom was that the immensely impressive oak that stood outside the castle Aaaaarrrrrrgh and the fruit of the spam that fell to the floor.

Some people can go **** in freshly cleaned toilets. Thus, Princess Proletariat sponsors public restrooms because of her fondness of the public area.

Meanwhile Balkan Barbarians were breaching the big Balkan barricades that once protected Princess Proletariat's bathroom. Meanwhile the Irishman was drinking whiskey - oblivious to the soon to be dead pets in this war.

Suddenly, a Crazed Rabbit started to do dancing lessons with the queen, then The Stranger said 'What are you doing! There are many other ways to act stupid."
"Yet Balkans are getting bored. Who wanted to get their attention?" Princess Proletariat said to her aide who was underage. "Can you get me the knights of Camelot so that they can ride out removing the Balkan mercenaries."
"But why? The Irishman must have his own reasons for not going to sleep, yet ignoring the command that Princess Proletariat had given." And it came - the Balkans massacred most of the good Samaritans and then ran away. The Irishman also ran for his life, yet was killed and revived almost instantly after he had sexual intercourse with Beckham and then he fell into a well, soon after the end of the battle the other day. Beirut - the Princess's favourite location was under his almighty shadow - hosted a forced meeting concerning how to stop ham.

That is the end of the story. Thankyou for purchasing ultra super stories by J.K. are you serious??

"Nah! I'm just messing with your brain" said Santa to the other elf. "Hypnotising you was the easiest task that I ever performed! You must be ashamed!"
"No, why would the French ever try to take all of the food!"
Santa laughed. "Because French Fries was made by."
See hypnotised you. Then he said the ten commandments would now be plastered all over his face! Your only chance of survival is through steroid infestation. Only through hard work can we be free from this cesspool of Princess Proletariat.

Santa had not yet found the steroid infestation and was now terrified of the enormous, nuclear powered missiles that were aimed at the north pole. At six o'clock precisely Santa fell asleep. He began dreaming of a time when he was a young lad, eating cheesecake by the fireplace, but he had forgotten that he left the switch for countering the nuclear missiles by the sauna. Kim Jong quickly launched his new computer game. Then there was a blackout. Mrs. Claus ran for her life, leaving Santa to die.

Nine months later, Mrs. Claus had a heart attack and fell to the South Pole where her corpse was buried until the Easter Bunny defiled her grave.

Then one rainy day in the great outdoors, Mrs. Clause's strange and mysterious dream became real. The entire world became orange and only spoke taiwanese backwards and wore giant soft rubber brassiéres, however there was something strange light bearing down... Santa had respawned ten times more into ten gigantic octopus arms, engulfing the brave 300 Persian animal trainers killing oppressive spartans. The Spartans cried: "This Is Sparta!! Join our party!"We have tea... and many slaves!

So the Persians went to Belgium to join EU. The EU said we shall think while eating olives and other miscellaneous Michelangelos. But there the roof collapsed and everybody died. So the Persians decided to destroy the low-cost roofer. However the owner of The Roofer's pointed upwards, club or not, it definitely is not going to become the greatest building, so you should worship K COSSACK and I Am Herenow and other evil miscellaneous creatures of the .org legions. 1337 speakers swarmed into the Babe Thread and totally fell over into a big pile above the enormous ***** and *****. "z0/\/\9," they said, "we are here, we are queer, and proud of our large sunglasses!" Then Stevie Wonder brought some pie and threw them at Lord Motep, which totaly ruined his new hairdo, aggravating the persians, who were his fathers. Then Luke lost his limbs and lost his memory and hallucinated about giant purple octopus conspiracies against absolutely nothing.

Waffles were missing in Waffleland. So BOB went next door and had a giant waffle, but the waffle was taken by policemen with truncheons dressed as edible dormice and with funny similarity, they ate good stiff cardboard covered with mayonnaise which was laced with moldy Tuna eyeballs and cheesy wotsits and caviar. Bob threw up as the caviar was nine months out of date, and passed out. He collapsed onto a fat policeman and bounced high on a gigantic

There was once a princess whom ruled an empire and controlled the fate of the thousands of her corruptly disloyal subjects. So one fine evening a twisted old man came and stared straight into her blue eyes and what he saw surprised her to the point of dismay. She then went to the king, who smelt of freshly cut roses and sweat. He liked to play with his enormous cello every night. Then a horde of Balkan barbarians besieged a castle in which her magical Irishman called Al-Radia lived. The best thing in the kingdom was that the immensely impressive oak that stood outside the castle Aaaaarrrrrrgh and the fruit of the spam that fell to the floor.

Some people can go **** in freshly cleaned toilets. Thus, Princess Proletariat sponsors public restrooms because of her fondness of the public area.

Meanwhile Balkan Barbarians were breaching the big Balkan barricades that once protected Princess Proletariat's bathroom. Meanwhile the Irishman was drinking whiskey - oblivious to the soon to be dead pets in this war.

Suddenly, a Crazed Rabbit started to do dancing lessons with the queen, then The Stranger said 'What are you doing! There are many other ways to act stupid."
"Yet Balkans are getting bored. Who wanted to get their attention?" Princess Proletariat said to her aide who was underage. "Can you get me the knights of Camelot so that they can ride out removing the Balkan mercenaries."
"But why? The Irishman must have his own reasons for not going to sleep, yet ignoring the command that Princess Proletariat had given." And it came - the Balkans massacred most of the good Samaritans and then ran away. The Irishman also ran for his life, yet was killed and revived almost instantly after he had sexual intercourse with Beckham and then he fell into a well, soon after the end of the battle the other day. Beirut - the Princess's favourite location was under his almighty shadow - hosted a forced meeting concerning how to stop ham.

That is the end of the story. Thankyou for purchasing ultra super stories by J.K. are you serious??

"Nah! I'm just messing with your brain" said Santa to the other elf. "Hypnotising you was the easiest task that I ever performed! You must be ashamed!"
"No, why would the French ever try to take all of the food!"
Santa laughed. "Because French Fries was made by."
See hypnotised you. Then he said the ten commandments would now be plastered all over his face! Your only chance of survival is through steroid infestation. Only through hard work can we be free from this cesspool of Princess Proletariat.

Santa had not yet found the steroid infestation and was now terrified of the enormous, nuclear powered missiles that were aimed at the north pole. At six o'clock precisely Santa fell asleep. He began dreaming of a time when he was a young lad, eating cheesecake by the fireplace, but he had forgotten that he left the switch for countering the nuclear missiles by the sauna. Kim Jong quickly launched his new computer game. Then there was a blackout. Mrs. Claus ran for her life, leaving Santa to die.

Nine months later, Mrs. Claus had a heart attack and fell to the South Pole where her corpse was buried until the Easter Bunny defiled her grave.

Then one rainy day in the great outdoors, Mrs. Clause's strange and mysterious dream became real. The entire world became orange and only spoke taiwanese backwards and wore giant soft rubber brassiéres, however there was something strange light bearing down... Santa had respawned ten times more into ten gigantic octopus arms, engulfing the brave 300 Persian animal trainers killing oppressive spartans. The Spartans cried: "This Is Sparta!! Join our party!"We have tea... and many slaves!

So the Persians went to Belgium to join EU. The EU said we shall think while eating olives and other miscellaneous Michelangelos. But there the roof collapsed and everybody died. So the Persians decided to destroy the low-cost roofer. However the owner of The Roofer's pointed upwards, club or not, it definitely is not going to become the greatest building, so you should worship K COSSACK and I Am Herenow and other evil miscellaneous creatures of the .org legions. 1337 speakers swarmed into the Babe Thread and totally fell over into a big pile above the enormous ***** and *****. "z0/\/\9," they said, "we are here, we are queer, and proud of our large sunglasses!" Then Stevie Wonder brought some pie and threw them at Lord Motep, which totaly ruined his new hairdo, aggravating the persians, who were his fathers. Then Luke lost his limbs and lost his memory and hallucinated about giant purple octopus conspiracies against absolutely nothing.

Waffles were missing in Waffleland. So BOB went next door and had a giant waffle, but the waffle was taken by policemen with truncheons dressed as edible dormice and with funny similarity, they ate good stiff cardboard covered with mayonnaise which was laced with moldy Tuna eyeballs and cheesy wotsits and caviar. Bob threw up as the caviar was nine months out of date, and passed out. He collapsed onto a fat policeman and bounced high on a gigantic rippling, wobbling wave

There was once a princess whom ruled an empire and controlled the fate of the thousands of her corruptly disloyal subjects. So one fine evening a twisted old man came and stared straight into her blue eyes and what he saw surprised her to the point of dismay. She then went to the king, who smelt of freshly cut roses and sweat. He liked to play with his enormous cello every night. Then a horde of Balkan barbarians besieged a castle in which her magical Irishman called Al-Radia lived. The best thing in the kingdom was that the immensely impressive oak that stood outside the castle Aaaaarrrrrrgh and the fruit of the spam that fell to the floor.

Some people can go **** in freshly cleaned toilets. Thus, Princess Proletariat sponsors public restrooms because of her fondness of the public area.

Meanwhile Balkan Barbarians were breaching the big Balkan barricades that once protected Princess Proletariat's bathroom. Meanwhile the Irishman was drinking whiskey - oblivious to the soon to be dead pets in this war.

Suddenly, a Crazed Rabbit started to do dancing lessons with the queen, then The Stranger said 'What are you doing! There are many other ways to act stupid."
"Yet Balkans are getting bored. Who wanted to get their attention?" Princess Proletariat said to her aide who was underage. "Can you get me the knights of Camelot so that they can ride out removing the Balkan mercenaries."
"But why? The Irishman must have his own reasons for not going to sleep, yet ignoring the command that Princess Proletariat had given." And it came - the Balkans massacred most of the good Samaritans and then ran away. The Irishman also ran for his life, yet was killed and revived almost instantly after he had sexual intercourse with Beckham and then he fell into a well, soon after the end of the battle the other day. Beirut - the Princess's favourite location was under his almighty shadow - hosted a forced meeting concerning how to stop ham.

That is the end of the story. Thankyou for purchasing ultra super stories by J.K. are you serious??

"Nah! I'm just messing with your brain" said Santa to the other elf. "Hypnotising you was the easiest task that I ever performed! You must be ashamed!"
"No, why would the French ever try to take all of the food!"
Santa laughed. "Because French Fries was made by."
See hypnotised you. Then he said the ten commandments would now be plastered all over his face! Your only chance of survival is through steroid infestation. Only through hard work can we be free from this cesspool of Princess Proletariat.

Santa had not yet found the steroid infestation and was now terrified of the enormous, nuclear powered missiles that were aimed at the north pole. At six o'clock precisely Santa fell asleep. He began dreaming of a time when he was a young lad, eating cheesecake by the fireplace, but he had forgotten that he left the switch for countering the nuclear missiles by the sauna. Kim Jong quickly launched his new computer game. Then there was a blackout. Mrs. Claus ran for her life, leaving Santa to die.

Nine months later, Mrs. Claus had a heart attack and fell to the South Pole where her corpse was buried until the Easter Bunny defiled her grave.

Then one rainy day in the great outdoors, Mrs. Clause's strange and mysterious dream became real. The entire world became orange and only spoke taiwanese backwards and wore giant soft rubber brassiéres, however there was something strange light bearing down... Santa had respawned ten times more into ten gigantic octopus arms, engulfing the brave 300 Persian animal trainers killing oppressive spartans. The Spartans cried: "This Is Sparta!! Join our party!"We have tea... and many slaves!

So the Persians went to Belgium to join EU. The EU said we shall think while eating olives and other miscellaneous Michelangelos. But there the roof collapsed and everybody died. So the Persians decided to destroy the low-cost roofer. However the owner of The Roofer's pointed upwards, club or not, it definitely is not going to become the greatest building, so you should worship K COSSACK and I Am Herenow and other evil miscellaneous creatures of the .org legions. 1337 speakers swarmed into the Babe Thread and totally fell over into a big pile above the enormous ***** and *****. "z0/\/\9," they said, "we are here, we are queer, and proud of our large sunglasses!" Then Stevie Wonder brought some pie and threw them at Lord Motep, which totaly ruined his new hairdo, aggravating the persians, who were his fathers. Then Luke lost his limbs and lost his memory and hallucinated about giant purple octopus conspiracies against absolutely nothing.

Waffles were missing in Waffleland. So BOB went next door and had a giant waffle, but the waffle was taken by policemen with truncheons dressed as edible dormice and with funny similarity, they ate good stiff cardboard covered with mayonnaise which was laced with moldy Tuna eyeballs and cheesy wotsits and caviar. Bob threw up as the caviar was nine months out of date, and passed out. He collapsed onto a fat policeman and bounced high on a gigantic rippling, wobbling wave of tomato sauce

There was once a princess whom ruled an empire and controlled the fate of the thousands of her corruptly disloyal subjects. So one fine evening a twisted old man came and stared straight into her blue eyes and what he saw surprised her to the point of dismay. She then went to the king, who smelt of freshly cut roses and sweat. He liked to play with his enormous cello every night. Then a horde of Balkan barbarians besieged a castle in which her magical Irishman called Al-Radia lived. The best thing in the kingdom was that the immensely impressive oak that stood outside the castle Aaaaarrrrrrgh and the fruit of the spam that fell to the floor.

Some people can go **** in freshly cleaned toilets. Thus, Princess Proletariat sponsors public restrooms because of her fondness of the public area.

Meanwhile Balkan Barbarians were breaching the big Balkan barricades that once protected Princess Proletariat's bathroom. Meanwhile the Irishman was drinking whiskey - oblivious to the soon to be dead pets in this war.

Suddenly, a Crazed Rabbit started to do dancing lessons with the queen, then The Stranger said 'What are you doing! There are many other ways to act stupid."
"Yet Balkans are getting bored. Who wanted to get their attention?" Princess Proletariat said to her aide who was underage. "Can you get me the knights of Camelot so that they can ride out removing the Balkan mercenaries."
"But why? The Irishman must have his own reasons for not going to sleep, yet ignoring the command that Princess Proletariat had given." And it came - the Balkans massacred most of the good Samaritans and then ran away. The Irishman also ran for his life, yet was killed and revived almost instantly after he had sexual intercourse with Beckham and then he fell into a well, soon after the end of the battle the other day. Beirut - the Princess's favourite location was under his almighty shadow - hosted a forced meeting concerning how to stop ham.

That is the end of the story. Thankyou for purchasing ultra super stories by J.K. are you serious??

"Nah! I'm just messing with your brain" said Santa to the other elf. "Hypnotising you was the easiest task that I ever performed! You must be ashamed!"
"No, why would the French ever try to take all of the food!"
Santa laughed. "Because French Fries was made by."
See hypnotised you. Then he said the ten commandments would now be plastered all over his face! Your only chance of survival is through steroid infestation. Only through hard work can we be free from this cesspool of Princess Proletariat.

Santa had not yet found the steroid infestation and was now terrified of the enormous, nuclear powered missiles that were aimed at the north pole. At six o'clock precisely Santa fell asleep. He began dreaming of a time when he was a young lad, eating cheesecake by the fireplace, but he had forgotten that he left the switch for countering the nuclear missiles by the sauna. Kim Jong quickly launched his new computer game. Then there was a blackout. Mrs. Claus ran for her life, leaving Santa to die.

Nine months later, Mrs. Claus had a heart attack and fell to the South Pole where her corpse was buried until the Easter Bunny defiled her grave.

Then one rainy day in the great outdoors, Mrs. Clause's strange and mysterious dream became real. The entire world became orange and only spoke taiwanese backwards and wore giant soft rubber brassiéres, however there was something strange light bearing down... Santa had respawned ten times more into ten gigantic octopus arms, engulfing the brave 300 Persian animal trainers killing oppressive spartans. The Spartans cried: "This Is Sparta!! Join our party!"We have tea... and many slaves!

So the Persians went to Belgium to join EU. The EU said we shall think while eating olives and other miscellaneous Michelangelos. But there the roof collapsed and everybody died. So the Persians decided to destroy the low-cost roofer. However the owner of The Roofer's pointed upwards, club or not, it definitely is not going to become the greatest building, so you should worship K COSSACK and I Am Herenow and other evil miscellaneous creatures of the .org legions. 1337 speakers swarmed into the Babe Thread and totally fell over into a big pile above the enormous ***** and *****. "z0/\/\9," they said, "we are here, we are queer, and proud of our large sunglasses!" Then Stevie Wonder brought some pie and threw them at Lord Motep, which totaly ruined his new hairdo, aggravating the persians, who were his fathers. Then Luke lost his limbs and lost his memory and hallucinated about giant purple octopus conspiracies against absolutely nothing.

Waffles were missing in Waffleland. So BOB went next door and had a giant waffle, but the waffle was taken by policemen with truncheons dressed as edible dormice and with funny similarity, they ate good stiff cardboard covered with mayonnaise which was laced with moldy Tuna eyeballs and cheesy wotsits and caviar. Bob threw up as the caviar was nine months out of date, and passed out. He collapsed onto a fat policeman and bounced high on a gigantic rippling, wobbling wave of tomato sauce that had erupted

There was once a princess whom ruled an empire and controlled the fate of the thousands of her corruptly disloyal subjects. So one fine evening a twisted old man came and stared straight into her blue eyes and what he saw surprised her to the point of dismay. She then went to the king, who smelt of freshly cut roses and sweat. He liked to play with his enormous cello every night. Then a horde of Balkan barbarians besieged a castle in which her magical Irishman called Al-Radia lived. The best thing in the kingdom was that the immensely impressive oak that stood outside the castle Aaaaarrrrrrgh and the fruit of the spam that fell to the floor.

Some people can go **** in freshly cleaned toilets. Thus, Princess Proletariat sponsors public restrooms because of her fondness of the public area.

Meanwhile Balkan Barbarians were breaching the big Balkan barricades that once protected Princess Proletariat's bathroom. Meanwhile the Irishman was drinking whiskey - oblivious to the soon to be dead pets in this war.

Suddenly, a Crazed Rabbit started to do dancing lessons with the queen, then The Stranger said 'What are you doing! There are many other ways to act stupid."
"Yet Balkans are getting bored. Who wanted to get their attention?" Princess Proletariat said to her aide who was underage. "Can you get me the knights of Camelot so that they can ride out removing the Balkan mercenaries."
"But why? The Irishman must have his own reasons for not going to sleep, yet ignoring the command that Princess Proletariat had given." And it came - the Balkans massacred most of the good Samaritans and then ran away. The Irishman also ran for his life, yet was killed and revived almost instantly after he had sexual intercourse with Beckham and then he fell into a well, soon after the end of the battle the other day. Beirut - the Princess's favourite location was under his almighty shadow - hosted a forced meeting concerning how to stop ham.

That is the end of the story. Thankyou for purchasing ultra super stories by J.K. are you serious??

"Nah! I'm just messing with your brain" said Santa to the other elf. "Hypnotising you was the easiest task that I ever performed! You must be ashamed!"
"No, why would the French ever try to take all of the food!"
Santa laughed. "Because French Fries was made by."
See hypnotised you. Then he said the ten commandments would now be plastered all over his face! Your only chance of survival is through steroid infestation. Only through hard work can we be free from this cesspool of Princess Proletariat.

Santa had not yet found the steroid infestation and was now terrified of the enormous, nuclear powered missiles that were aimed at the north pole. At six o'clock precisely Santa fell asleep. He began dreaming of a time when he was a young lad, eating cheesecake by the fireplace, but he had forgotten that he left the switch for countering the nuclear missiles by the sauna. Kim Jong quickly launched his new computer game. Then there was a blackout. Mrs. Claus ran for her life, leaving Santa to die.

Nine months later, Mrs. Claus had a heart attack and fell to the South Pole where her corpse was buried until the Easter Bunny defiled her grave.

Then one rainy day in the great outdoors, Mrs. Clause's strange and mysterious dream became real. The entire world became orange and only spoke taiwanese backwards and wore giant soft rubber brassiéres, however there was something strange light bearing down... Santa had respawned ten times more into ten gigantic octopus arms, engulfing the brave 300 Persian animal trainers killing oppressive spartans. The Spartans cried: "This Is Sparta!! Join our party!"We have tea... and many slaves!

So the Persians went to Belgium to join EU. The EU said we shall think while eating olives and other miscellaneous Michelangelos. But there the roof collapsed and everybody died. So the Persians decided to destroy the low-cost roofer. However the owner of The Roofer's pointed upwards, club or not, it definitely is not going to become the greatest building, so you should worship K COSSACK and I Am Herenow and other evil miscellaneous creatures of the .org legions. 1337 speakers swarmed into the Babe Thread and totally fell over into a big pile above the enormous ***** and *****. "z0/\/\9," they said, "we are here, we are queer, and proud of our large sunglasses!" Then Stevie Wonder brought some pie and threw them at Lord Motep, which totaly ruined his new hairdo, aggravating the persians, who were his fathers. Then Luke lost his limbs and lost his memory and hallucinated about giant purple octopus conspiracies against absolutely nothing.

Waffles were missing in Waffleland. So BOB went next door and had a giant waffle, but the waffle was taken by policemen with truncheons dressed as edible dormice and with funny similarity, they ate good stiff cardboard covered with mayonnaise which was laced with moldy Tuna eyeballs and cheesy wotsits and caviar. Bob threw up as the caviar was nine months out of date, and passed out. He collapsed onto a fat policeman and bounced high on a gigantic rippling, wobbling wave of tomato sauce that had erupted from Vesuvius, engulfing

There was once a princess whom ruled an empire and controlled the fate of the thousands of her corruptly disloyal subjects. So one fine evening a twisted old man came and stared straight into her blue eyes and what he saw surprised her to the point of dismay. She then went to the king, who smelt of freshly cut roses and sweat. He liked to play with his enormous cello every night. Then a horde of Balkan barbarians besieged a castle in which her magical Irishman called Al-Radia lived. The best thing in the kingdom was that the immensely impressive oak that stood outside the castle Aaaaarrrrrrgh and the fruit of the spam that fell to the floor.

Some people can go **** in freshly cleaned toilets. Thus, Princess Proletariat sponsors public restrooms because of her fondness of the public area.

Meanwhile Balkan Barbarians were breaching the big Balkan barricades that once protected Princess Proletariat's bathroom. Meanwhile the Irishman was drinking whiskey - oblivious to the soon to be dead pets in this war.

Suddenly, a Crazed Rabbit started to do dancing lessons with the queen, then The Stranger said 'What are you doing! There are many other ways to act stupid."
"Yet Balkans are getting bored. Who wanted to get their attention?" Princess Proletariat said to her aide who was underage. "Can you get me the knights of Camelot so that they can ride out removing the Balkan mercenaries."
"But why? The Irishman must have his own reasons for not going to sleep, yet ignoring the command that Princess Proletariat had given." And it came - the Balkans massacred most of the good Samaritans and then ran away. The Irishman also ran for his life, yet was killed and revived almost instantly after he had sexual intercourse with Beckham and then he fell into a well, soon after the end of the battle the other day. Beirut - the Princess's favourite location was under his almighty shadow - hosted a forced meeting concerning how to stop ham.

That is the end of the story. Thankyou for purchasing ultra super stories by J.K. are you serious??

"Nah! I'm just messing with your brain" said Santa to the other elf. "Hypnotising you was the easiest task that I ever performed! You must be ashamed!"
"No, why would the French ever try to take all of the food!"
Santa laughed. "Because French Fries was made by."
See hypnotised you. Then he said the ten commandments would now be plastered all over his face! Your only chance of survival is through steroid infestation. Only through hard work can we be free from this cesspool of Princess Proletariat.

Santa had not yet found the steroid infestation and was now terrified of the enormous, nuclear powered missiles that were aimed at the north pole. At six o'clock precisely Santa fell asleep. He began dreaming of a time when he was a young lad, eating cheesecake by the fireplace, but he had forgotten that he left the switch for countering the nuclear missiles by the sauna. Kim Jong quickly launched his new computer game. Then there was a blackout. Mrs. Claus ran for her life, leaving Santa to die.

Nine months later, Mrs. Claus had a heart attack and fell to the South Pole where her corpse was buried until the Easter Bunny defiled her grave.

Then one rainy day in the great outdoors, Mrs. Clause's strange and mysterious dream became real. The entire world became orange and only spoke taiwanese backwards and wore giant soft rubber brassiéres, however there was something strange light bearing down... Santa had respawned ten times more into ten gigantic octopus arms, engulfing the brave 300 Persian animal trainers killing oppressive spartans. The Spartans cried: "This Is Sparta!! Join our party!"We have tea... and many slaves!

So the Persians went to Belgium to join EU. The EU said we shall think while eating olives and other miscellaneous Michelangelos. But there the roof collapsed and everybody died. So the Persians decided to destroy the low-cost roofer. However the owner of The Roofer's pointed upwards, club or not, it definitely is not going to become the greatest building, so you should worship K COSSACK and I Am Herenow and other evil miscellaneous creatures of the .org legions. 1337 speakers swarmed into the Babe Thread and totally fell over into a big pile above the enormous ***** and *****. "z0/\/\9," they said, "we are here, we are queer, and proud of our large sunglasses!" Then Stevie Wonder brought some pie and threw them at Lord Motep, which totaly ruined his new hairdo, aggravating the persians, who were his fathers. Then Luke lost his limbs and lost his memory and hallucinated about giant purple octopus conspiracies against absolutely nothing.

Waffles were missing in Waffleland. So BOB went next door and had a giant waffle, but the waffle was taken by policemen with truncheons dressed as edible dormice and with funny similarity, they ate good stiff cardboard covered with mayonnaise which was laced with moldy Tuna eyeballs and cheesy wotsits and caviar. Bob threw up as the caviar was nine months out of date, and passed out. He collapsed onto a fat policeman and bounced high on a gigantic rippling, wobbling wave of tomato sauce that had erupted from Vesuvius, engulfing the USA in

There was once a princess whom ruled an empire and controlled the fate of the thousands of her corruptly disloyal subjects. So one fine evening a twisted old man came and stared straight into her blue eyes and what he saw surprised her to the point of dismay. She then went to the king, who smelt of freshly cut roses and sweat. He liked to play with his enormous cello every night. Then a horde of Balkan barbarians besieged a castle in which her magical Irishman called Al-Radia lived. The best thing in the kingdom was that the immensely impressive oak that stood outside the castle Aaaaarrrrrrgh and the fruit of the spam that fell to the floor.

Some people can go **** in freshly cleaned toilets. Thus, Princess Proletariat sponsors public restrooms because of her fondness of the public area.

Meanwhile Balkan Barbarians were breaching the big Balkan barricades that once protected Princess Proletariat's bathroom. Meanwhile the Irishman was drinking whiskey - oblivious to the soon to be dead pets in this war.

Suddenly, a Crazed Rabbit started to do dancing lessons with the queen, then The Stranger said 'What are you doing! There are many other ways to act stupid."
"Yet Balkans are getting bored. Who wanted to get their attention?" Princess Proletariat said to her aide who was underage. "Can you get me the knights of Camelot so that they can ride out removing the Balkan mercenaries."
"But why? The Irishman must have his own reasons for not going to sleep, yet ignoring the command that Princess Proletariat had given." And it came - the Balkans massacred most of the good Samaritans and then ran away. The Irishman also ran for his life, yet was killed and revived almost instantly after he had sexual intercourse with Beckham and then he fell into a well, soon after the end of the battle the other day. Beirut - the Princess's favourite location was under his almighty shadow - hosted a forced meeting concerning how to stop ham.

That is the end of the story. Thankyou for purchasing ultra super stories by J.K. are you serious??

"Nah! I'm just messing with your brain" said Santa to the other elf. "Hypnotising you was the easiest task that I ever performed! You must be ashamed!"
"No, why would the French ever try to take all of the food!"
Santa laughed. "Because French Fries was made by."
See hypnotised you. Then he said the ten commandments would now be plastered all over his face! Your only chance of survival is through steroid infestation. Only through hard work can we be free from this cesspool of Princess Proletariat.

Santa had not yet found the steroid infestation and was now terrified of the enormous, nuclear powered missiles that were aimed at the north pole. At six o'clock precisely Santa fell asleep. He began dreaming of a time when he was a young lad, eating cheesecake by the fireplace, but he had forgotten that he left the switch for countering the nuclear missiles by the sauna. Kim Jong quickly launched his new computer game. Then there was a blackout. Mrs. Claus ran for her life, leaving Santa to die.

Nine months later, Mrs. Claus had a heart attack and fell to the South Pole where her corpse was buried until the Easter Bunny defiled her grave.

Then one rainy day in the great outdoors, Mrs. Clause's strange and mysterious dream became real. The entire world became orange and only spoke taiwanese backwards and wore giant soft rubber brassiéres, however there was something strange light bearing down... Santa had respawned ten times more into ten gigantic octopus arms, engulfing the brave 300 Persian animal trainers killing oppressive spartans. The Spartans cried: "This Is Sparta!! Join our party!"We have tea... and many slaves!

So the Persians went to Belgium to join EU. The EU said we shall think while eating olives and other miscellaneous Michelangelos. But there the roof collapsed and everybody died. So the Persians decided to destroy the low-cost roofer. However the owner of The Roofer's pointed upwards, club or not, it definitely is not going to become the greatest building, so you should worship K COSSACK and I Am Herenow and other evil miscellaneous creatures of the .org legions. 1337 speakers swarmed into the Babe Thread and totally fell over into a big pile above the enormous ***** and *****. "z0/\/\9," they said, "we are here, we are queer, and proud of our large sunglasses!" Then Stevie Wonder brought some pie and threw them at Lord Motep, which totaly ruined his new hairdo, aggravating the persians, who were his fathers. Then Luke lost his limbs and lost his memory and hallucinated about giant purple octopus conspiracies against absolutely nothing.

Waffles were missing in Waffleland. So BOB went next door and had a giant waffle, but the waffle was taken by policemen with truncheons dressed as edible dormice and with funny similarity, they ate good stiff cardboard covered with mayonnaise which was laced with moldy Tuna eyeballs and cheesy wotsits and caviar. Bob threw up as the caviar was nine months out of date, and passed out. He collapsed onto a fat policeman and bounced high on a gigantic rippling, wobbling wave of tomato sauce that had erupted from Vesuvius, engulfing the USA in Rhode island sauce

There was once a princess whom ruled an empire and controlled the fate of the thousands of her corruptly disloyal subjects. So one fine evening a twisted old man came and stared straight into her blue eyes and what he saw surprised her to the point of dismay. She then went to the king, who smelt of freshly cut roses and sweat. He liked to play with his enormous cello every night. Then a horde of Balkan barbarians besieged a castle in which her magical Irishman called Al-Radia lived. The best thing in the kingdom was that the immensely impressive oak that stood outside the castle Aaaaarrrrrrgh and the fruit of the spam that fell to the floor.

Some people can go **** in freshly cleaned toilets. Thus, Princess Proletariat sponsors public restrooms because of her fondness of the public area.

Meanwhile Balkan Barbarians were breaching the big Balkan barricades that once protected Princess Proletariat's bathroom. Meanwhile the Irishman was drinking whiskey - oblivious to the soon to be dead pets in this war.

Suddenly, a Crazed Rabbit started to do dancing lessons with the queen, then The Stranger said 'What are you doing! There are many other ways to act stupid."
"Yet Balkans are getting bored. Who wanted to get their attention?" Princess Proletariat said to her aide who was underage. "Can you get me the knights of Camelot so that they can ride out removing the Balkan mercenaries."
"But why? The Irishman must have his own reasons for not going to sleep, yet ignoring the command that Princess Proletariat had given." And it came - the Balkans massacred most of the good Samaritans and then ran away. The Irishman also ran for his life, yet was killed and revived almost instantly after he had sexual intercourse with Beckham and then he fell into a well, soon after the end of the battle the other day. Beirut - the Princess's favourite location was under his almighty shadow - hosted a forced meeting concerning how to stop ham.

That is the end of the story. Thankyou for purchasing ultra super stories by J.K. are you serious??

"Nah! I'm just messing with your brain" said Santa to the other elf. "Hypnotising you was the easiest task that I ever performed! You must be ashamed!"
"No, why would the French ever try to take all of the food!"
Santa laughed. "Because French Fries was made by."
See hypnotised you. Then he said the ten commandments would now be plastered all over his face! Your only chance of survival is through steroid infestation. Only through hard work can we be free from this cesspool of Princess Proletariat.

Santa had not yet found the steroid infestation and was now terrified of the enormous, nuclear powered missiles that were aimed at the north pole. At six o'clock precisely Santa fell asleep. He began dreaming of a time when he was a young lad, eating cheesecake by the fireplace, but he had forgotten that he left the switch for countering the nuclear missiles by the sauna. Kim Jong quickly launched his new computer game. Then there was a blackout. Mrs. Claus ran for her life, leaving Santa to die.

Nine months later, Mrs. Claus had a heart attack and fell to the South Pole where her corpse was buried until the Easter Bunny defiled her grave.

Then one rainy day in the great outdoors, Mrs. Clause's strange and mysterious dream became real. The entire world became orange and only spoke taiwanese backwards and wore giant soft rubber brassiéres, however there was something strange light bearing down... Santa had respawned ten times more into ten gigantic octopus arms, engulfing the brave 300 Persian animal trainers killing oppressive spartans. The Spartans cried: "This Is Sparta!! Join our party!"We have tea... and many slaves!

So the Persians went to Belgium to join EU. The EU said we shall think while eating olives and other miscellaneous Michelangelos. But there the roof collapsed and everybody died. So the Persians decided to destroy the low-cost roofer. However the owner of The Roofer's pointed upwards, club or not, it definitely is not going to become the greatest building, so you should worship K COSSACK and I Am Herenow and other evil miscellaneous creatures of the .org legions. 1337 speakers swarmed into the Babe Thread and totally fell over into a big pile above the enormous ***** and *****. "z0/\/\9," they said, "we are here, we are queer, and proud of our large sunglasses!" Then Stevie Wonder brought some pie and threw them at Lord Motep, which totaly ruined his new hairdo, aggravating the persians, who were his fathers. Then Luke lost his limbs and lost his memory and hallucinated about giant purple octopus conspiracies against absolutely nothing.

Waffles were missing in Waffleland. So BOB went next door and had a giant waffle, but the waffle was taken by policemen with truncheons dressed as edible dormice and with funny similarity, they ate good stiff cardboard covered with mayonnaise which was laced with moldy Tuna eyeballs and cheesy wotsits and caviar. Bob threw up as the caviar was nine months out of date, and passed out. He collapsed onto a fat policeman and bounced high on a gigantic rippling, wobbling wave of tomato sauce that had erupted from Vesuvius, engulfing the USA in Rhode island sauce which poisoned ten

There was once a princess whom ruled an empire and controlled the fate of the thousands of her corruptly disloyal subjects. So one fine evening a twisted old man came and stared straight into her blue eyes and what he saw surprised her to the point of dismay. She then went to the king, who smelt of freshly cut roses and sweat. He liked to play with his enormous cello every night. Then a horde of Balkan barbarians besieged a castle in which her magical Irishman called Al-Radia lived. The best thing in the kingdom was that the immensely impressive oak that stood outside the castle Aaaaarrrrrrgh and the fruit of the spam that fell to the floor.

Some people can go **** in freshly cleaned toilets. Thus, Princess Proletariat sponsors public restrooms because of her fondness of the public area.

Meanwhile Balkan Barbarians were breaching the big Balkan barricades that once protected Princess Proletariat's bathroom. Meanwhile the Irishman was drinking whiskey - oblivious to the soon to be dead pets in this war.

Suddenly, a Crazed Rabbit started to do dancing lessons with the queen, then The Stranger said 'What are you doing! There are many other ways to act stupid."
"Yet Balkans are getting bored. Who wanted to get their attention?" Princess Proletariat said to her aide who was underage. "Can you get me the knights of Camelot so that they can ride out removing the Balkan mercenaries."
"But why? The Irishman must have his own reasons for not going to sleep, yet ignoring the command that Princess Proletariat had given." And it came - the Balkans massacred most of the good Samaritans and then ran away. The Irishman also ran for his life, yet was killed and revived almost instantly after he had sexual intercourse with Beckham and then he fell into a well, soon after the end of the battle the other day. Beirut - the Princess's favourite location was under his almighty shadow - hosted a forced meeting concerning how to stop ham.

That is the end of the story. Thankyou for purchasing ultra super stories by J.K. are you serious??

"Nah! I'm just messing with your brain" said Santa to the other elf. "Hypnotising you was the easiest task that I ever performed! You must be ashamed!"
"No, why would the French ever try to take all of the food!"
Santa laughed. "Because French Fries was made by."
See hypnotised you. Then he said the ten commandments would now be plastered all over his face! Your only chance of survival is through steroid infestation. Only through hard work can we be free from this cesspool of Princess Proletariat.

Santa had not yet found the steroid infestation and was now terrified of the enormous, nuclear powered missiles that were aimed at the north pole. At six o'clock precisely Santa fell asleep. He began dreaming of a time when he was a young lad, eating cheesecake by the fireplace, but he had forgotten that he left the switch for countering the nuclear missiles by the sauna. Kim Jong quickly launched his new computer game. Then there was a blackout. Mrs. Claus ran for her life, leaving Santa to die.

Nine months later, Mrs. Claus had a heart attack and fell to the South Pole where her corpse was buried until the Easter Bunny defiled her grave.

Then one rainy day in the great outdoors, Mrs. Clause's strange and mysterious dream became real. The entire world became orange and only spoke taiwanese backwards and wore giant soft rubber brassiéres, however there was something strange light bearing down... Santa had respawned ten times more into ten gigantic octopus arms, engulfing the brave 300 Persian animal trainers killing oppressive spartans. The Spartans cried: "This Is Sparta!! Join our party!"We have tea... and many slaves!

So the Persians went to Belgium to join EU. The EU said we shall think while eating olives and other miscellaneous Michelangelos. But there the roof collapsed and everybody died. So the Persians decided to destroy the low-cost roofer. However the owner of The Roofer's pointed upwards, club or not, it definitely is not going to become the greatest building, so you should worship K COSSACK and I Am Herenow and other evil miscellaneous creatures of the .org legions. 1337 speakers swarmed into the Babe Thread and totally fell over into a big pile above the enormous ***** and *****. "z0/\/\9," they said, "we are here, we are queer, and proud of our large sunglasses!" Then Stevie Wonder brought some pie and threw them at Lord Motep, which totaly ruined his new hairdo, aggravating the persians, who were his fathers. Then Luke lost his limbs and lost his memory and hallucinated about giant purple octopus conspiracies against absolutely nothing.

Waffles were missing in Waffleland. So BOB went next door and had a giant waffle, but the waffle was taken by policemen with truncheons dressed as edible dormice and with funny similarity, they ate good stiff cardboard covered with mayonnaise which was laced with moldy Tuna eyeballs and cheesy wotsits and caviar. Bob threw up as the caviar was nine months out of date, and passed out. He collapsed onto a fat policeman and bounced high on a gigantic rippling, wobbling wave of tomato sauce that had erupted from Vesuvius, engulfing the USA in Rhode island sauce which poisoned ten, only ten, streetwalkers.

Tschüß!
Erich

There was once a princess whom ruled an empire and controlled the fate of the thousands of her corruptly disloyal subjects. So one fine evening a twisted old man came and stared straight into her blue eyes and what he saw surprised her to the point of dismay. She then went to the king, who smelt of freshly cut roses and sweat. He liked to play with his enormous cello every night. Then a horde of Balkan barbarians besieged a castle in which her magical Irishman called Al-Radia lived. The best thing in the kingdom was that the immensely impressive oak that stood outside the castle Aaaaarrrrrrgh and the fruit of the spam that fell to the floor.

Some people can go **** in freshly cleaned toilets. Thus, Princess Proletariat sponsors public restrooms because of her fondness of the public area.

Meanwhile Balkan Barbarians were breaching the big Balkan barricades that once protected Princess Proletariat's bathroom. Meanwhile the Irishman was drinking whiskey - oblivious to the soon to be dead pets in this war.

Suddenly, a Crazed Rabbit started to do dancing lessons with the queen, then The Stranger said 'What are you doing! There are many other ways to act stupid."
"Yet Balkans are getting bored. Who wanted to get their attention?" Princess Proletariat said to her aide who was underage. "Can you get me the knights of Camelot so that they can ride out removing the Balkan mercenaries."
"But why? The Irishman must have his own reasons for not going to sleep, yet ignoring the command that Princess Proletariat had given." And it came - the Balkans massacred most of the good Samaritans and then ran away. The Irishman also ran for his life, yet was killed and revived almost instantly after he had sexual intercourse with Beckham and then he fell into a well, soon after the end of the battle the other day. Beirut - the Princess's favourite location was under his almighty shadow - hosted a forced meeting concerning how to stop ham.

That is the end of the story. Thankyou for purchasing ultra super stories by J.K. are you serious??

"Nah! I'm just messing with your brain" said Santa to the other elf. "Hypnotising you was the easiest task that I ever performed! You must be ashamed!"
"No, why would the French ever try to take all of the food!"
Santa laughed. "Because French Fries was made by."
See hypnotised you. Then he said the ten commandments would now be plastered all over his face! Your only chance of survival is through steroid infestation. Only through hard work can we be free from this cesspool of Princess Proletariat.

Santa had not yet found the steroid infestation and was now terrified of the enormous, nuclear powered missiles that were aimed at the north pole. At six o'clock precisely Santa fell asleep. He began dreaming of a time when he was a young lad, eating cheesecake by the fireplace, but he had forgotten that he left the switch for countering the nuclear missiles by the sauna. Kim Jong quickly launched his new computer game. Then there was a blackout. Mrs. Claus ran for her life, leaving Santa to die.

Nine months later, Mrs. Claus had a heart attack and fell to the South Pole where her corpse was buried until the Easter Bunny defiled her grave.

Then one rainy day in the great outdoors, Mrs. Clause's strange and mysterious dream became real. The entire world became orange and only spoke taiwanese backwards and wore giant soft rubber brassiéres, however there was something strange light bearing down... Santa had respawned ten times more into ten gigantic octopus arms, engulfing the brave 300 Persian animal trainers killing oppressive spartans. The Spartans cried: "This Is Sparta!! Join our party!"We have tea... and many slaves!

So the Persians went to Belgium to join EU. The EU said we shall think while eating olives and other miscellaneous Michelangelos. But there the roof collapsed and everybody died. So the Persians decided to destroy the low-cost roofer. However the owner of The Roofer's pointed upwards, club or not, it definitely is not going to become the greatest building, so you should worship K COSSACK and I Am Herenow and other evil miscellaneous creatures of the .org legions. 1337 speakers swarmed into the Babe Thread and totally fell over into a big pile above the enormous ***** and *****. "z0/\/\9," they said, "we are here, we are queer, and proud of our large sunglasses!" Then Stevie Wonder brought some pie and threw them at Lord Motep, which totaly ruined his new hairdo, aggravating the persians, who were his fathers. Then Luke lost his limbs and lost his memory and hallucinated about giant purple octopus conspiracies against absolutely nothing.

Waffles were missing in Waffleland. So BOB went next door and had a giant waffle, but the waffle was taken by policemen with truncheons dressed as edible dormice and with funny similarity, they ate good stiff cardboard covered with mayonnaise which was laced with moldy Tuna eyeballs and cheesy wotsits and caviar. Bob threw up as the caviar was nine months out of date, and passed out. He collapsed onto a fat policeman and bounced high on a gigantic rippling, wobbling wave of tomato sauce that had erupted from Vesuvius, engulfing the USA in Rhode island sauce which poisoned ten, only ten, streetwalkers. The streetwalkers then

There was once a princess whom ruled an empire and controlled the fate of the thousands of her corruptly disloyal subjects. So one fine evening a twisted old man came and stared straight into her blue eyes and what he saw surprised her to the point of dismay. She then went to the king, who smelt of freshly cut roses and sweat. He liked to play with his enormous cello every night. Then a horde of Balkan barbarians besieged a castle in which her magical Irishman called Al-Radia lived. The best thing in the kingdom was that the immensely impressive oak that stood outside the castle Aaaaarrrrrrgh and the fruit of the spam that fell to the floor.

Some people can go **** in freshly cleaned toilets. Thus, Princess Proletariat sponsors public restrooms because of her fondness of the public area.

Meanwhile Balkan Barbarians were breaching the big Balkan barricades that once protected Princess Proletariat's bathroom. Meanwhile the Irishman was drinking whiskey - oblivious to the soon to be dead pets in this war.

Suddenly, a Crazed Rabbit started to do dancing lessons with the queen, then The Stranger said 'What are you doing! There are many other ways to act stupid."
"Yet Balkans are getting bored. Who wanted to get their attention?" Princess Proletariat said to her aide who was underage. "Can you get me the knights of Camelot so that they can ride out removing the Balkan mercenaries."
"But why? The Irishman must have his own reasons for not going to sleep, yet ignoring the command that Princess Proletariat had given." And it came - the Balkans massacred most of the good Samaritans and then ran away. The Irishman also ran for his life, yet was killed and revived almost instantly after he had sexual intercourse with Beckham and then he fell into a well, soon after the end of the battle the other day. Beirut - the Princess's favourite location was under his almighty shadow - hosted a forced meeting concerning how to stop ham.

That is the end of the story. Thankyou for purchasing ultra super stories by J.K. are you serious??

"Nah! I'm just messing with your brain" said Santa to the other elf. "Hypnotising you was the easiest task that I ever performed! You must be ashamed!"
"No, why would the French ever try to take all of the food!"
Santa laughed. "Because French Fries was made by."
See hypnotised you. Then he said the ten commandments would now be plastered all over his face! Your only chance of survival is through steroid infestation. Only through hard work can we be free from this cesspool of Princess Proletariat.

Santa had not yet found the steroid infestation and was now terrified of the enormous, nuclear powered missiles that were aimed at the north pole. At six o'clock precisely Santa fell asleep. He began dreaming of a time when he was a young lad, eating cheesecake by the fireplace, but he had forgotten that he left the switch for countering the nuclear missiles by the sauna. Kim Jong quickly launched his new computer game. Then there was a blackout. Mrs. Claus ran for her life, leaving Santa to die.

Nine months later, Mrs. Claus had a heart attack and fell to the South Pole where her corpse was buried until the Easter Bunny defiled her grave.

Then one rainy day in the great outdoors, Mrs. Clause's strange and mysterious dream became real. The entire world became orange and only spoke taiwanese backwards and wore giant soft rubber brassiéres, however there was something strange light bearing down... Santa had respawned ten times more into ten gigantic octopus arms, engulfing the brave 300 Persian animal trainers killing oppressive spartans. The Spartans cried: "This Is Sparta!! Join our party!"We have tea... and many slaves!

So the Persians went to Belgium to join EU. The EU said we shall think while eating olives and other miscellaneous Michelangelos. But there the roof collapsed and everybody died. So the Persians decided to destroy the low-cost roofer. However the owner of The Roofer's pointed upwards, club or not, it definitely is not going to become the greatest building, so you should worship K COSSACK and I Am Herenow and other evil miscellaneous creatures of the .org legions. 1337 speakers swarmed into the Babe Thread and totally fell over into a big pile above the enormous ***** and *****. "z0/\/\9," they said, "we are here, we are queer, and proud of our large sunglasses!" Then Stevie Wonder brought some pie and threw them at Lord Motep, which totaly ruined his new hairdo, aggravating the persians, who were his fathers. Then Luke lost his limbs and lost his memory and hallucinated about giant purple octopus conspiracies against absolutely nothing.

Waffles were missing in Waffleland. So BOB went next door and had a giant waffle, but the waffle was taken by policemen with truncheons dressed as edible dormice and with funny similarity, they ate good stiff cardboard covered with mayonnaise which was laced with moldy Tuna eyeballs and cheesy wotsits and caviar. Bob threw up as the caviar was nine months out of date, and passed out. He collapsed onto a fat policeman and bounced high on a gigantic rippling, wobbling wave of tomato sauce that had erupted from Vesuvius, engulfing the USA in Rhode island sauce which poisoned ten, only ten, streetwalkers. The streetwalkers then died horrifically. Banjos

Tschüß!
Erich

There was once a princess whom ruled an empire and controlled the fate of the thousands of her corruptly disloyal subjects. So one fine evening a twisted old man came and stared straight into her blue eyes and what he saw surprised her to the point of dismay. She then went to the king, who smelt of freshly cut roses and sweat. He liked to play with his enormous cello every night. Then a horde of Balkan barbarians besieged a castle in which her magical Irishman called Al-Radia lived. The best thing in the kingdom was that the immensely impressive oak that stood outside the castle Aaaaarrrrrrgh and the fruit of the spam that fell to the floor.

Some people can go **** in freshly cleaned toilets. Thus, Princess Proletariat sponsors public restrooms because of her fondness of the public area.

Meanwhile Balkan Barbarians were breaching the big Balkan barricades that once protected Princess Proletariat's bathroom. Meanwhile the Irishman was drinking whiskey - oblivious to the soon to be dead pets in this war.

Suddenly, a Crazed Rabbit started to do dancing lessons with the queen, then The Stranger said 'What are you doing! There are many other ways to act stupid."
"Yet Balkans are getting bored. Who wanted to get their attention?" Princess Proletariat said to her aide who was underage. "Can you get me the knights of Camelot so that they can ride out removing the Balkan mercenaries."
"But why? The Irishman must have his own reasons for not going to sleep, yet ignoring the command that Princess Proletariat had given." And it came - the Balkans massacred most of the good Samaritans and then ran away. The Irishman also ran for his life, yet was killed and revived almost instantly after he had sexual intercourse with Beckham and then he fell into a well, soon after the end of the battle the other day. Beirut - the Princess's favourite location was under his almighty shadow - hosted a forced meeting concerning how to stop ham.

That is the end of the story. Thankyou for purchasing ultra super stories by J.K. are you serious??

"Nah! I'm just messing with your brain" said Santa to the other elf. "Hypnotising you was the easiest task that I ever performed! You must be ashamed!"
"No, why would the French ever try to take all of the food!"
Santa laughed. "Because French Fries was made by."
See hypnotised you. Then he said the ten commandments would now be plastered all over his face! Your only chance of survival is through steroid infestation. Only through hard work can we be free from this cesspool of Princess Proletariat.

Santa had not yet found the steroid infestation and was now terrified of the enormous, nuclear powered missiles that were aimed at the north pole. At six o'clock precisely Santa fell asleep. He began dreaming of a time when he was a young lad, eating cheesecake by the fireplace, but he had forgotten that he left the switch for countering the nuclear missiles by the sauna. Kim Jong quickly launched his new computer game. Then there was a blackout. Mrs. Claus ran for her life, leaving Santa to die.

Nine months later, Mrs. Claus had a heart attack and fell to the South Pole where her corpse was buried until the Easter Bunny defiled her grave.

Then one rainy day in the great outdoors, Mrs. Clause's strange and mysterious dream became real. The entire world became orange and only spoke taiwanese backwards and wore giant soft rubber brassiéres, however there was something strange light bearing down... Santa had respawned ten times more into ten gigantic octopus arms, engulfing the brave 300 Persian animal trainers killing oppressive spartans. The Spartans cried: "This Is Sparta!! Join our party!"We have tea... and many slaves!

So the Persians went to Belgium to join EU. The EU said we shall think while eating olives and other miscellaneous Michelangelos. But there the roof collapsed and everybody died. So the Persians decided to destroy the low-cost roofer. However the owner of The Roofer's pointed upwards, club or not, it definitely is not going to become the greatest building, so you should worship K COSSACK and I Am Herenow and other evil miscellaneous creatures of the .org legions. 1337 speakers swarmed into the Babe Thread and totally fell over into a big pile above the enormous ***** and *****. "z0/\/\9," they said, "we are here, we are queer, and proud of our large sunglasses!" Then Stevie Wonder brought some pie and threw them at Lord Motep, which totaly ruined his new hairdo, aggravating the persians, who were his fathers. Then Luke lost his limbs and lost his memory and hallucinated about giant purple octopus conspiracies against absolutely nothing.

Waffles were missing in Waffleland. So BOB went next door and had a giant waffle, but the waffle was taken by policemen with truncheons dressed as edible dormice and with funny similarity, they ate good stiff cardboard covered with mayonnaise which was laced with moldy Tuna eyeballs and cheesy wotsits and caviar. Bob threw up as the caviar was nine months out of date, and passed out. He collapsed onto a fat policeman and bounced high on a gigantic rippling, wobbling wave of tomato sauce that had erupted from Vesuvius, engulfing the USA in Rhode island sauce which poisoned ten, only ten, streetwalkers. The streetwalkers then died horrifically. Banjos were played sadly

There was once a princess whom ruled an empire and controlled the fate of the thousands of her corruptly disloyal subjects. So one fine evening a twisted old man came and stared straight into her blue eyes and what he saw surprised her to the point of dismay. She then went to the king, who smelt of freshly cut roses and sweat. He liked to play with his enormous cello every night. Then a horde of Balkan barbarians besieged a castle in which her magical Irishman called Al-Radia lived. The best thing in the kingdom was that the immensely impressive oak that stood outside the castle Aaaaarrrrrrgh and the fruit of the spam that fell to the floor.

Some people can go **** in freshly cleaned toilets. Thus, Princess Proletariat sponsors public restrooms because of her fondness of the public area.

Meanwhile Balkan Barbarians were breaching the big Balkan barricades that once protected Princess Proletariat's bathroom. Meanwhile the Irishman was drinking whiskey - oblivious to the soon to be dead pets in this war.

Suddenly, a Crazed Rabbit started to do dancing lessons with the queen, then The Stranger said 'What are you doing! There are many other ways to act stupid."
"Yet Balkans are getting bored. Who wanted to get their attention?" Princess Proletariat said to her aide who was underage. "Can you get me the knights of Camelot so that they can ride out removing the Balkan mercenaries."
"But why? The Irishman must have his own reasons for not going to sleep, yet ignoring the command that Princess Proletariat had given." And it came - the Balkans massacred most of the good Samaritans and then ran away. The Irishman also ran for his life, yet was killed and revived almost instantly after he had sexual intercourse with Beckham and then he fell into a well, soon after the end of the battle the other day. Beirut - the Princess's favourite location was under his almighty shadow - hosted a forced meeting concerning how to stop ham.

That is the end of the story. Thankyou for purchasing ultra super stories by J.K. are you serious??

"Nah! I'm just messing with your brain" said Santa to the other elf. "Hypnotising you was the easiest task that I ever performed! You must be ashamed!"
"No, why would the French ever try to take all of the food!"
Santa laughed. "Because French Fries was made by."
See hypnotised you. Then he said the ten commandments would now be plastered all over his face! Your only chance of survival is through steroid infestation. Only through hard work can we be free from this cesspool of Princess Proletariat.

Santa had not yet found the steroid infestation and was now terrified of the enormous, nuclear powered missiles that were aimed at the north pole. At six o'clock precisely Santa fell asleep. He began dreaming of a time when he was a young lad, eating cheesecake by the fireplace, but he had forgotten that he left the switch for countering the nuclear missiles by the sauna. Kim Jong quickly launched his new computer game. Then there was a blackout. Mrs. Claus ran for her life, leaving Santa to die.

Nine months later, Mrs. Claus had a heart attack and fell to the South Pole where her corpse was buried until the Easter Bunny defiled her grave.

Then one rainy day in the great outdoors, Mrs. Clause's strange and mysterious dream became real. The entire world became orange and only spoke taiwanese backwards and wore giant soft rubber brassiéres, however there was something strange light bearing down... Santa had respawned ten times more into ten gigantic octopus arms, engulfing the brave 300 Persian animal trainers killing oppressive spartans. The Spartans cried: "This Is Sparta!! Join our party!"We have tea... and many slaves!

So the Persians went to Belgium to join EU. The EU said we shall think while eating olives and other miscellaneous Michelangelos. But there the roof collapsed and everybody died. So the Persians decided to destroy the low-cost roofer. However the owner of The Roofer's pointed upwards, club or not, it definitely is not going to become the greatest building, so you should worship K COSSACK and I Am Herenow and other evil miscellaneous creatures of the .org legions. 1337 speakers swarmed into the Babe Thread and totally fell over into a big pile above the enormous ***** and *****. "z0/\/\9," they said, "we are here, we are queer, and proud of our large sunglasses!" Then Stevie Wonder brought some pie and threw them at Lord Motep, which totaly ruined his new hairdo, aggravating the persians, who were his fathers. Then Luke lost his limbs and lost his memory and hallucinated about giant purple octopus conspiracies against absolutely nothing.

Waffles were missing in Waffleland. So BOB went next door and had a giant waffle, but the waffle was taken by policemen with truncheons dressed as edible dormice and with funny similarity, they ate good stiff cardboard covered with mayonnaise which was laced with moldy Tuna eyeballs and cheesy wotsits and caviar. Bob threw up as the caviar was nine months out of date, and passed out. He collapsed onto a fat policeman and bounced high on a gigantic rippling, wobbling wave of tomato sauce that had erupted from Vesuvius, engulfing the USA in Rhode island sauce which poisoned ten, only ten, streetwalkers. The streetwalkers then died horrifically. Banjos were played sadly in memory of

There was once a princess whom ruled an empire and controlled the fate of the thousands of her corruptly disloyal subjects. So one fine evening a twisted old man came and stared straight into her blue eyes and what he saw surprised her to the point of dismay. She then went to the king, who smelt of freshly cut roses and sweat. He liked to play with his enormous cello every night. Then a horde of Balkan barbarians besieged a castle in which her magical Irishman called Al-Radia lived. The best thing in the kingdom was that the immensely impressive oak that stood outside the castle Aaaaarrrrrrgh and the fruit of the spam that fell to the floor.

Some people can go **** in freshly cleaned toilets. Thus, Princess Proletariat sponsors public restrooms because of her fondness of the public area.

Meanwhile Balkan Barbarians were breaching the big Balkan barricades that once protected Princess Proletariat's bathroom. Meanwhile the Irishman was drinking whiskey - oblivious to the soon to be dead pets in this war.

Suddenly, a Crazed Rabbit started to do dancing lessons with the queen, then The Stranger said 'What are you doing! There are many other ways to act stupid."
"Yet Balkans are getting bored. Who wanted to get their attention?" Princess Proletariat said to her aide who was underage. "Can you get me the knights of Camelot so that they can ride out removing the Balkan mercenaries."
"But why? The Irishman must have his own reasons for not going to sleep, yet ignoring the command that Princess Proletariat had given." And it came - the Balkans massacred most of the good Samaritans and then ran away. The Irishman also ran for his life, yet was killed and revived almost instantly after he had sexual intercourse with Beckham and then he fell into a well, soon after the end of the battle the other day. Beirut - the Princess's favourite location was under his almighty shadow - hosted a forced meeting concerning how to stop ham.

That is the end of the story. Thankyou for purchasing ultra super stories by J.K. are you serious??

"Nah! I'm just messing with your brain" said Santa to the other elf. "Hypnotising you was the easiest task that I ever performed! You must be ashamed!"
"No, why would the French ever try to take all of the food!"
Santa laughed. "Because French Fries was made by."
See hypnotised you. Then he said the ten commandments would now be plastered all over his face! Your only chance of survival is through steroid infestation. Only through hard work can we be free from this cesspool of Princess Proletariat.

Santa had not yet found the steroid infestation and was now terrified of the enormous, nuclear powered missiles that were aimed at the north pole. At six o'clock precisely Santa fell asleep. He began dreaming of a time when he was a young lad, eating cheesecake by the fireplace, but he had forgotten that he left the switch for countering the nuclear missiles by the sauna. Kim Jong quickly launched his new computer game. Then there was a blackout. Mrs. Claus ran for her life, leaving Santa to die.

Nine months later, Mrs. Claus had a heart attack and fell to the South Pole where her corpse was buried until the Easter Bunny defiled her grave.

Then one rainy day in the great outdoors, Mrs. Clause's strange and mysterious dream became real. The entire world became orange and only spoke taiwanese backwards and wore giant soft rubber brassiéres, however there was something strange light bearing down... Santa had respawned ten times more into ten gigantic octopus arms, engulfing the brave 300 Persian animal trainers killing oppressive spartans. The Spartans cried: "This Is Sparta!! Join our party!"We have tea... and many slaves!

So the Persians went to Belgium to join EU. The EU said we shall think while eating olives and other miscellaneous Michelangelos. But there the roof collapsed and everybody died. So the Persians decided to destroy the low-cost roofer. However the owner of The Roofer's pointed upwards, club or not, it definitely is not going to become the greatest building, so you should worship K COSSACK and I Am Herenow and other evil miscellaneous creatures of the .org legions. 1337 speakers swarmed into the Babe Thread and totally fell over into a big pile above the enormous ***** and *****. "z0/\/\9," they said, "we are here, we are queer, and proud of our large sunglasses!" Then Stevie Wonder brought some pie and threw them at Lord Motep, which totaly ruined his new hairdo, aggravating the persians, who were his fathers. Then Luke lost his limbs and lost his memory and hallucinated about giant purple octopus conspiracies against absolutely nothing.

Waffles were missing in Waffleland. So BOB went next door and had a giant waffle, but the waffle was taken by policemen with truncheons dressed as edible dormice and with funny similarity, they ate good stiff cardboard covered with mayonnaise which was laced with moldy Tuna eyeballs and cheesy wotsits and caviar. Bob threw up as the caviar was nine months out of date, and passed out. He collapsed onto a fat policeman and bounced high on a gigantic rippling, wobbling wave of tomato sauce that had erupted from Vesuvius, engulfing the USA in Rhode island sauce which poisoned ten, only ten, streetwalkers. The streetwalkers then died horrifically. Banjos were played sadly in memory of the destroyed street

There was once a princess whom ruled an empire and controlled the fate of the thousands of her corruptly disloyal subjects. So one fine evening a twisted old man came and stared straight into her blue eyes and what he saw surprised her to the point of dismay. She then went to the king, who smelt of freshly cut roses and sweat. He liked to play with his enormous cello every night. Then a horde of Balkan barbarians besieged a castle in which her magical Irishman called Al-Radia lived. The best thing in the kingdom was that the immensely impressive oak that stood outside the castle Aaaaarrrrrrgh and the fruit of the spam that fell to the floor.

Some people can go **** in freshly cleaned toilets. Thus, Princess Proletariat sponsors public restrooms because of her fondness of the public area.

Meanwhile Balkan Barbarians were breaching the big Balkan barricades that once protected Princess Proletariat's bathroom. Meanwhile the Irishman was drinking whiskey - oblivious to the soon to be dead pets in this war.

Suddenly, a Crazed Rabbit started to do dancing lessons with the queen, then The Stranger said 'What are you doing! There are many other ways to act stupid."
"Yet Balkans are getting bored. Who wanted to get their attention?" Princess Proletariat said to her aide who was underage. "Can you get me the knights of Camelot so that they can ride out removing the Balkan mercenaries."
"But why? The Irishman must have his own reasons for not going to sleep, yet ignoring the command that Princess Proletariat had given." And it came - the Balkans massacred most of the good Samaritans and then ran away. The Irishman also ran for his life, yet was killed and revived almost instantly after he had sexual intercourse with Beckham and then he fell into a well, soon after the end of the battle the other day. Beirut - the Princess's favourite location was under his almighty shadow - hosted a forced meeting concerning how to stop ham.

That is the end of the story. Thankyou for purchasing ultra super stories by J.K. are you serious??

"Nah! I'm just messing with your brain" said Santa to the other elf. "Hypnotising you was the easiest task that I ever performed! You must be ashamed!"
"No, why would the French ever try to take all of the food!"
Santa laughed. "Because French Fries was made by."
See hypnotised you. Then he said the ten commandments would now be plastered all over his face! Your only chance of survival is through steroid infestation. Only through hard work can we be free from this cesspool of Princess Proletariat.

Santa had not yet found the steroid infestation and was now terrified of the enormous, nuclear powered missiles that were aimed at the north pole. At six o'clock precisely Santa fell asleep. He began dreaming of a time when he was a young lad, eating cheesecake by the fireplace, but he had forgotten that he left the switch for countering the nuclear missiles by the sauna. Kim Jong quickly launched his new computer game. Then there was a blackout. Mrs. Claus ran for her life, leaving Santa to die.

Nine months later, Mrs. Claus had a heart attack and fell to the South Pole where her corpse was buried until the Easter Bunny defiled her grave.

Then one rainy day in the great outdoors, Mrs. Clause's strange and mysterious dream became real. The entire world became orange and only spoke taiwanese backwards and wore giant soft rubber brassiéres, however there was something strange light bearing down... Santa had respawned ten times more into ten gigantic octopus arms, engulfing the brave 300 Persian animal trainers killing oppressive spartans. The Spartans cried: "This Is Sparta!! Join our party!"We have tea... and many slaves!

So the Persians went to Belgium to join EU. The EU said we shall think while eating olives and other miscellaneous Michelangelos. But there the roof collapsed and everybody died. So the Persians decided to destroy the low-cost roofer. However the owner of The Roofer's pointed upwards, club or not, it definitely is not going to become the greatest building, so you should worship K COSSACK and I Am Herenow and other evil miscellaneous creatures of the .org legions. 1337 speakers swarmed into the Babe Thread and totally fell over into a big pile above the enormous ***** and *****. "z0/\/\9," they said, "we are here, we are queer, and proud of our large sunglasses!" Then Stevie Wonder brought some pie and threw them at Lord Motep, which totaly ruined his new hairdo, aggravating the persians, who were his fathers. Then Luke lost his limbs and lost his memory and hallucinated about giant purple octopus conspiracies against absolutely nothing.

Waffles were missing in Waffleland. So BOB went next door and had a giant waffle, but the waffle was taken by policemen with truncheons dressed as edible dormice and with funny similarity, they ate good stiff cardboard covered with mayonnaise which was laced with moldy Tuna eyeballs and cheesy wotsits and caviar. Bob threw up as the caviar was nine months out of date, and passed out. He collapsed onto a fat policeman and bounced high on a gigantic rippling, wobbling wave of tomato sauce that had erupted from Vesuvius, engulfing the USA in Rhode island sauce which poisoned ten, only ten, streetwalkers. The streetwalkers then died horrifically. Banjos were played sadly in memory of the destroyed streetwalkers who were

There was once a princess whom ruled an empire and controlled the fate of the thousands of her corruptly disloyal subjects. So one fine evening a twisted old man came and stared straight into her blue eyes and what he saw surprised her to the point of dismay. She then went to the king, who smelt of freshly cut roses and sweat. He liked to play with his enormous cello every night. Then a horde of Balkan barbarians besieged a castle in which her magical Irishman called Al-Radia lived. The best thing in the kingdom was that the immensely impressive oak that stood outside the castle Aaaaarrrrrrgh and the fruit of the spam that fell to the floor.

Some people can go **** in freshly cleaned toilets. Thus, Princess Proletariat sponsors public restrooms because of her fondness of the public area.

Meanwhile Balkan Barbarians were breaching the big Balkan barricades that once protected Princess Proletariat's bathroom. Meanwhile the Irishman was drinking whiskey - oblivious to the soon to be dead pets in this war.

Suddenly, a Crazed Rabbit started to do dancing lessons with the queen, then The Stranger said 'What are you doing! There are many other ways to act stupid."
"Yet Balkans are getting bored. Who wanted to get their attention?" Princess Proletariat said to her aide who was underage. "Can you get me the knights of Camelot so that they can ride out removing the Balkan mercenaries."
"But why? The Irishman must have his own reasons for not going to sleep, yet ignoring the command that Princess Proletariat had given." And it came - the Balkans massacred most of the good Samaritans and then ran away. The Irishman also ran for his life, yet was killed and revived almost instantly after he had sexual intercourse with Beckham and then he fell into a well, soon after the end of the battle the other day. Beirut - the Princess's favourite location was under his almighty shadow - hosted a forced meeting concerning how to stop ham.

That is the end of the story. Thankyou for purchasing ultra super stories by J.K. are you serious??

"Nah! I'm just messing with your brain" said Santa to the other elf. "Hypnotising you was the easiest task that I ever performed! You must be ashamed!"
"No, why would the French ever try to take all of the food!"
Santa laughed. "Because French Fries was made by."
See hypnotised you. Then he said the ten commandments would now be plastered all over his face! Your only chance of survival is through steroid infestation. Only through hard work can we be free from this cesspool of Princess Proletariat.

Santa had not yet found the steroid infestation and was now terrified of the enormous, nuclear powered missiles that were aimed at the north pole. At six o'clock precisely Santa fell asleep. He began dreaming of a time when he was a young lad, eating cheesecake by the fireplace, but he had forgotten that he left the switch for countering the nuclear missiles by the sauna. Kim Jong quickly launched his new computer game. Then there was a blackout. Mrs. Claus ran for her life, leaving Santa to die.

Nine months later, Mrs. Claus had a heart attack and fell to the South Pole where her corpse was buried until the Easter Bunny defiled her grave.

Then one rainy day in the great outdoors, Mrs. Clause's strange and mysterious dream became real. The entire world became orange and only spoke taiwanese backwards and wore giant soft rubber brassiéres, however there was something strange light bearing down... Santa had respawned ten times more into ten gigantic octopus arms, engulfing the brave 300 Persian animal trainers killing oppressive spartans. The Spartans cried: "This Is Sparta!! Join our party!"We have tea... and many slaves!

So the Persians went to Belgium to join EU. The EU said we shall think while eating olives and other miscellaneous Michelangelos. But there the roof collapsed and everybody died. So the Persians decided to destroy the low-cost roofer. However the owner of The Roofer's pointed upwards, club or not, it definitely is not going to become the greatest building, so you should worship K COSSACK and I Am Herenow and other evil miscellaneous creatures of the .org legions. 1337 speakers swarmed into the Babe Thread and totally fell over into a big pile above the enormous ***** and *****. "z0/\/\9," they said, "we are here, we are queer, and proud of our large sunglasses!" Then Stevie Wonder brought some pie and threw them at Lord Motep, which totaly ruined his new hairdo, aggravating the persians, who were his fathers. Then Luke lost his limbs and lost his memory and hallucinated about giant purple octopus conspiracies against absolutely nothing.

Waffles were missing in Waffleland. So BOB went next door and had a giant waffle, but the waffle was taken by policemen with truncheons dressed as edible dormice and with funny similarity, they ate good stiff cardboard covered with mayonnaise which was laced with moldy Tuna eyeballs and cheesy wotsits and caviar. Bob threw up as the caviar was nine months out of date, and passed out. He collapsed onto a fat policeman and bounced high on a gigantic rippling, wobbling wave of tomato sauce that had erupted from Vesuvius, engulfing the USA in Rhode island sauce which poisoned ten, only ten, streetwalkers. The streetwalkers then died horrifically. Banjos were played sadly in memory of the destroyed streetwalkers who were really space aliens

There was once a princess whom ruled an empire and controlled the fate of the thousands of her corruptly disloyal subjects. So one fine evening a twisted old man came and stared straight into her blue eyes and what he saw surprised her to the point of dismay. She then went to the king, who smelt of freshly cut roses and sweat. He liked to play with his enormous cello every night. Then a horde of Balkan barbarians besieged a castle in which her magical Irishman called Al-Radia lived. The best thing in the kingdom was that the immensely impressive oak that stood outside the castle Aaaaarrrrrrgh and the fruit of the spam that fell to the floor.

Some people can go **** in freshly cleaned toilets. Thus, Princess Proletariat sponsors public restrooms because of her fondness of the public area.

Meanwhile Balkan Barbarians were breaching the big Balkan barricades that once protected Princess Proletariat's bathroom. Meanwhile the Irishman was drinking whiskey - oblivious to the soon to be dead pets in this war.

Suddenly, a Crazed Rabbit started to do dancing lessons with the queen, then The Stranger said 'What are you doing! There are many other ways to act stupid."
"Yet Balkans are getting bored. Who wanted to get their attention?" Princess Proletariat said to her aide who was underage. "Can you get me the knights of Camelot so that they can ride out removing the Balkan mercenaries."
"But why? The Irishman must have his own reasons for not going to sleep, yet ignoring the command that Princess Proletariat had given." And it came - the Balkans massacred most of the good Samaritans and then ran away. The Irishman also ran for his life, yet was killed and revived almost instantly after he had sexual intercourse with Beckham and then he fell into a well, soon after the end of the battle the other day. Beirut - the Princess's favourite location was under his almighty shadow - hosted a forced meeting concerning how to stop ham.

That is the end of the story. Thankyou for purchasing ultra super stories by J.K. are you serious??

"Nah! I'm just messing with your brain" said Santa to the other elf. "Hypnotising you was the easiest task that I ever performed! You must be ashamed!"
"No, why would the French ever try to take all of the food!"
Santa laughed. "Because French Fries was made by."
See hypnotised you. Then he said the ten commandments would now be plastered all over his face! Your only chance of survival is through steroid infestation. Only through hard work can we be free from this cesspool of Princess Proletariat.

Santa had not yet found the steroid infestation and was now terrified of the enormous, nuclear powered missiles that were aimed at the north pole. At six o'clock precisely Santa fell asleep. He began dreaming of a time when he was a young lad, eating cheesecake by the fireplace, but he had forgotten that he left the switch for countering the nuclear missiles by the sauna. Kim Jong quickly launched his new computer game. Then there was a blackout. Mrs. Claus ran for her life, leaving Santa to die.

Nine months later, Mrs. Claus had a heart attack and fell to the South Pole where her corpse was buried until the Easter Bunny defiled her grave.

Then one rainy day in the great outdoors, Mrs. Clause's strange and mysterious dream became real. The entire world became orange and only spoke taiwanese backwards and wore giant soft rubber brassiéres, however there was something strange light bearing down... Santa had respawned ten times more into ten gigantic octopus arms, engulfing the brave 300 Persian animal trainers killing oppressive spartans. The Spartans cried: "This Is Sparta!! Join our party!"We have tea... and many slaves!

So the Persians went to Belgium to join EU. The EU said we shall think while eating olives and other miscellaneous Michelangelos. But there the roof collapsed and everybody died. So the Persians decided to destroy the low-cost roofer. However the owner of The Roofer's pointed upwards, club or not, it definitely is not going to become the greatest building, so you should worship K COSSACK and I Am Herenow and other evil miscellaneous creatures of the .org legions. 1337 speakers swarmed into the Babe Thread and totally fell over into a big pile above the enormous ***** and *****. "z0/\/\9," they said, "we are here, we are queer, and proud of our large sunglasses!" Then Stevie Wonder brought some pie and threw them at Lord Motep, which totaly ruined his new hairdo, aggravating the persians, who were his fathers. Then Luke lost his limbs and lost his memory and hallucinated about giant purple octopus conspiracies against absolutely nothing.

Waffles were missing in Waffleland. So BOB went next door and had a giant waffle, but the waffle was taken by policemen with truncheons dressed as edible dormice and with funny similarity, they ate good stiff cardboard covered with mayonnaise which was laced with moldy Tuna eyeballs and cheesy wotsits and caviar. Bob threw up as the caviar was nine months out of date, and passed out. He collapsed onto a fat policeman and bounced high on a gigantic rippling, wobbling wave of tomato sauce that had erupted from Vesuvius, engulfing the USA in Rhode island sauce which poisoned ten, only ten, streetwalkers. The streetwalkers then died horrifically. Banjos were played sadly in memory of the destroyed streetwalkers who were really space aliens, not! But alas

Tschüß!
Erich

There was once a princess whom ruled an empire and controlled the fate of the thousands of her corruptly disloyal subjects. So one fine evening a twisted old man came and stared straight into her blue eyes and what he saw surprised her to the point of dismay. She then went to the king, who smelt of freshly cut roses and sweat. He liked to play with his enormous cello every night. Then a horde of Balkan barbarians besieged a castle in which her magical Irishman called Al-Radia lived. The best thing in the kingdom was that the immensely impressive oak that stood outside the castle Aaaaarrrrrrgh and the fruit of the spam that fell to the floor.

Some people can go **** in freshly cleaned toilets. Thus, Princess Proletariat sponsors public restrooms because of her fondness of the public area.

Meanwhile Balkan Barbarians were breaching the big Balkan barricades that once protected Princess Proletariat's bathroom. Meanwhile the Irishman was drinking whiskey - oblivious to the soon to be dead pets in this war.

Suddenly, a Crazed Rabbit started to do dancing lessons with the queen, then The Stranger said 'What are you doing! There are many other ways to act stupid."
"Yet Balkans are getting bored. Who wanted to get their attention?" Princess Proletariat said to her aide who was underage. "Can you get me the knights of Camelot so that they can ride out removing the Balkan mercenaries."
"But why? The Irishman must have his own reasons for not going to sleep, yet ignoring the command that Princess Proletariat had given." And it came - the Balkans massacred most of the good Samaritans and then ran away. The Irishman also ran for his life, yet was killed and revived almost instantly after he had sexual intercourse with Beckham and then he fell into a well, soon after the end of the battle the other day. Beirut - the Princess's favourite location was under his almighty shadow - hosted a forced meeting concerning how to stop ham.

That is the end of the story. Thankyou for purchasing ultra super stories by J.K. are you serious??

"Nah! I'm just messing with your brain" said Santa to the other elf. "Hypnotising you was the easiest task that I ever performed! You must be ashamed!"
"No, why would the French ever try to take all of the food!"
Santa laughed. "Because French Fries was made by."
See hypnotised you. Then he said the ten commandments would now be plastered all over his face! Your only chance of survival is through steroid infestation. Only through hard work can we be free from this cesspool of Princess Proletariat.

Santa had not yet found the steroid infestation and was now terrified of the enormous, nuclear powered missiles that were aimed at the north pole. At six o'clock precisely Santa fell asleep. He began dreaming of a time when he was a young lad, eating cheesecake by the fireplace, but he had forgotten that he left the switch for countering the nuclear missiles by the sauna. Kim Jong quickly launched his new computer game. Then there was a blackout. Mrs. Claus ran for her life, leaving Santa to die.

Nine months later, Mrs. Claus had a heart attack and fell to the South Pole where her corpse was buried until the Easter Bunny defiled her grave.

Then one rainy day in the great outdoors, Mrs. Clause's strange and mysterious dream became real. The entire world became orange and only spoke taiwanese backwards and wore giant soft rubber brassiéres, however there was something strange light bearing down... Santa had respawned ten times more into ten gigantic octopus arms, engulfing the brave 300 Persian animal trainers killing oppressive spartans. The Spartans cried: "This Is Sparta!! Join our party!"We have tea... and many slaves!

So the Persians went to Belgium to join EU. The EU said we shall think while eating olives and other miscellaneous Michelangelos. But there the roof collapsed and everybody died. So the Persians decided to destroy the low-cost roofer. However the owner of The Roofer's pointed upwards, club or not, it definitely is not going to become the greatest building, so you should worship K COSSACK and I Am Herenow and other evil miscellaneous creatures of the .org legions. 1337 speakers swarmed into the Babe Thread and totally fell over into a big pile above the enormous ***** and *****. "z0/\/\9," they said, "we are here, we are queer, and proud of our large sunglasses!" Then Stevie Wonder brought some pie and threw them at Lord Motep, which totaly ruined his new hairdo, aggravating the persians, who were his fathers. Then Luke lost his limbs and lost his memory and hallucinated about giant purple octopus conspiracies against absolutely nothing.

Waffles were missing in Waffleland. So BOB went next door and had a giant waffle, but the waffle was taken by policemen with truncheons dressed as edible dormice and with funny similarity, they ate good stiff cardboard covered with mayonnaise which was laced with moldy Tuna eyeballs and cheesy wotsits and caviar. Bob threw up as the caviar was nine months out of date, and passed out. He collapsed onto a fat policeman and bounced high on a gigantic rippling, wobbling wave of tomato sauce that had erupted from Vesuvius, engulfing the USA in Rhode island sauce which poisoned ten, only ten, streetwalkers. The streetwalkers then died horrifically. Banjos were played sadly in memory of the destroyed streetwalkers who were really space aliens, not! But alas the terrible tragedy

There was once a princess whom ruled an empire and controlled the fate of the thousands of her corruptly disloyal subjects. So one fine evening a twisted old man came and stared straight into her blue eyes and what he saw surprised her to the point of dismay. She then went to the king, who smelt of freshly cut roses and sweat. He liked to play with his enormous cello every night. Then a horde of Balkan barbarians besieged a castle in which her magical Irishman called Al-Radia lived. The best thing in the kingdom was that the immensely impressive oak that stood outside the castle Aaaaarrrrrrgh and the fruit of the spam that fell to the floor.

Some people can go **** in freshly cleaned toilets. Thus, Princess Proletariat sponsors public restrooms because of her fondness of the public area.

Meanwhile Balkan Barbarians were breaching the big Balkan barricades that once protected Princess Proletariat's bathroom. Meanwhile the Irishman was drinking whiskey - oblivious to the soon to be dead pets in this war.

Suddenly, a Crazed Rabbit started to do dancing lessons with the queen, then The Stranger said 'What are you doing! There are many other ways to act stupid."
"Yet Balkans are getting bored. Who wanted to get their attention?" Princess Proletariat said to her aide who was underage. "Can you get me the knights of Camelot so that they can ride out removing the Balkan mercenaries."
"But why? The Irishman must have his own reasons for not going to sleep, yet ignoring the command that Princess Proletariat had given." And it came - the Balkans massacred most of the good Samaritans and then ran away. The Irishman also ran for his life, yet was killed and revived almost instantly after he had sexual intercourse with Beckham and then he fell into a well, soon after the end of the battle the other day. Beirut - the Princess's favourite location was under his almighty shadow - hosted a forced meeting concerning how to stop ham.

That is the end of the story. Thankyou for purchasing ultra super stories by J.K. are you serious??

"Nah! I'm just messing with your brain" said Santa to the other elf. "Hypnotising you was the easiest task that I ever performed! You must be ashamed!"
"No, why would the French ever try to take all of the food!"
Santa laughed. "Because French Fries was made by."
See hypnotised you. Then he said the ten commandments would now be plastered all over his face! Your only chance of survival is through steroid infestation. Only through hard work can we be free from this cesspool of Princess Proletariat.

Santa had not yet found the steroid infestation and was now terrified of the enormous, nuclear powered missiles that were aimed at the north pole. At six o'clock precisely Santa fell asleep. He began dreaming of a time when he was a young lad, eating cheesecake by the fireplace, but he had forgotten that he left the switch for countering the nuclear missiles by the sauna. Kim Jong quickly launched his new computer game. Then there was a blackout. Mrs. Claus ran for her life, leaving Santa to die.

Nine months later, Mrs. Claus had a heart attack and fell to the South Pole where her corpse was buried until the Easter Bunny defiled her grave.

Then one rainy day in the great outdoors, Mrs. Clause's strange and mysterious dream became real. The entire world became orange and only spoke taiwanese backwards and wore giant soft rubber brassiéres, however there was something strange light bearing down... Santa had respawned ten times more into ten gigantic octopus arms, engulfing the brave 300 Persian animal trainers killing oppressive spartans. The Spartans cried: "This Is Sparta!! Join our party!"We have tea... and many slaves!

So the Persians went to Belgium to join EU. The EU said we shall think while eating olives and other miscellaneous Michelangelos. But there the roof collapsed and everybody died. So the Persians decided to destroy the low-cost roofer. However the owner of The Roofer's pointed upwards, club or not, it definitely is not going to become the greatest building, so you should worship K COSSACK and I Am Herenow and other evil miscellaneous creatures of the .org legions. 1337 speakers swarmed into the Babe Thread and totally fell over into a big pile above the enormous ***** and *****. "z0/\/\9," they said, "we are here, we are queer, and proud of our large sunglasses!" Then Stevie Wonder brought some pie and threw them at Lord Motep, which totaly ruined his new hairdo, aggravating the persians, who were his fathers. Then Luke lost his limbs and lost his memory and hallucinated about giant purple octopus conspiracies against absolutely nothing.

Waffles were missing in Waffleland. So BOB went next door and had a giant waffle, but the waffle was taken by policemen with truncheons dressed as edible dormice and with funny similarity, they ate good stiff cardboard covered with mayonnaise which was laced with moldy Tuna eyeballs and cheesy wotsits and caviar. Bob threw up as the caviar was nine months out of date, and passed out. He collapsed onto a fat policeman and bounced high on a gigantic rippling, wobbling wave of tomato sauce that had erupted from Vesuvius, engulfing the USA in Rhode island sauce which poisoned ten, only ten, streetwalkers. The streetwalkers then died horrifically. Banjos were played sadly in memory of the destroyed streetwalkers who were really space aliens, not! But alas the terrible tragedy repeated itself tenfold

There was once a princess whom ruled an empire and controlled the fate of the thousands of her corruptly disloyal subjects. So one fine evening a twisted old man came and stared straight into her blue eyes and what he saw surprised her to the point of dismay. She then went to the king, who smelt of freshly cut roses and sweat. He liked to play with his enormous cello every night. Then a horde of Balkan barbarians besieged a castle in which her magical Irishman called Al-Radia lived. The best thing in the kingdom was that the immensely impressive oak that stood outside the castle Aaaaarrrrrrgh and the fruit of the spam that fell to the floor.

Some people can go **** in freshly cleaned toilets. Thus, Princess Proletariat sponsors public restrooms because of her fondness of the public area.

Meanwhile Balkan Barbarians were breaching the big Balkan barricades that once protected Princess Proletariat's bathroom. Meanwhile the Irishman was drinking whiskey - oblivious to the soon to be dead pets in this war.

Suddenly, a Crazed Rabbit started to do dancing lessons with the queen, then The Stranger said 'What are you doing! There are many other ways to act stupid."
"Yet Balkans are getting bored. Who wanted to get their attention?" Princess Proletariat said to her aide who was underage. "Can you get me the knights of Camelot so that they can ride out removing the Balkan mercenaries."
"But why? The Irishman must have his own reasons for not going to sleep, yet ignoring the command that Princess Proletariat had given." And it came - the Balkans massacred most of the good Samaritans and then ran away. The Irishman also ran for his life, yet was killed and revived almost instantly after he had sexual intercourse with Beckham and then he fell into a well, soon after the end of the battle the other day. Beirut - the Princess's favourite location was under his almighty shadow - hosted a forced meeting concerning how to stop ham.

That is the end of the story. Thankyou for purchasing ultra super stories by J.K. are you serious??

"Nah! I'm just messing with your brain" said Santa to the other elf. "Hypnotising you was the easiest task that I ever performed! You must be ashamed!"
"No, why would the French ever try to take all of the food!"
Santa laughed. "Because French Fries was made by."
See hypnotised you. Then he said the ten commandments would now be plastered all over his face! Your only chance of survival is through steroid infestation. Only through hard work can we be free from this cesspool of Princess Proletariat.

Santa had not yet found the steroid infestation and was now terrified of the enormous, nuclear powered missiles that were aimed at the north pole. At six o'clock precisely Santa fell asleep. He began dreaming of a time when he was a young lad, eating cheesecake by the fireplace, but he had forgotten that he left the switch for countering the nuclear missiles by the sauna. Kim Jong quickly launched his new computer game. Then there was a blackout. Mrs. Claus ran for her life, leaving Santa to die.

Nine months later, Mrs. Claus had a heart attack and fell to the South Pole where her corpse was buried until the Easter Bunny defiled her grave.

Then one rainy day in the great outdoors, Mrs. Clause's strange and mysterious dream became real. The entire world became orange and only spoke taiwanese backwards and wore giant soft rubber brassiéres, however there was something strange light bearing down... Santa had respawned ten times more into ten gigantic octopus arms, engulfing the brave 300 Persian animal trainers killing oppressive spartans. The Spartans cried: "This Is Sparta!! Join our party!"We have tea... and many slaves!

So the Persians went to Belgium to join EU. The EU said we shall think while eating olives and other miscellaneous Michelangelos. But there the roof collapsed and everybody died. So the Persians decided to destroy the low-cost roofer. However the owner of The Roofer's pointed upwards, club or not, it definitely is not going to become the greatest building, so you should worship K COSSACK and I Am Herenow and other evil miscellaneous creatures of the .org legions. 1337 speakers swarmed into the Babe Thread and totally fell over into a big pile above the enormous ***** and *****. "z0/\/\9," they said, "we are here, we are queer, and proud of our large sunglasses!" Then Stevie Wonder brought some pie and threw them at Lord Motep, which totaly ruined his new hairdo, aggravating the persians, who were his fathers. Then Luke lost his limbs and lost his memory and hallucinated about giant purple octopus conspiracies against absolutely nothing.

Waffles were missing in Waffleland. So BOB went next door and had a giant waffle, but the waffle was taken by policemen with truncheons dressed as edible dormice and with funny similarity, they ate good stiff cardboard covered with mayonnaise which was laced with moldy Tuna eyeballs and cheesy wotsits and caviar. Bob threw up as the caviar was nine months out of date, and passed out. He collapsed onto a fat policeman and bounced high on a gigantic rippling, wobbling wave of tomato sauce that had erupted from Vesuvius, engulfing the USA in Rhode island sauce which poisoned ten, only ten, streetwalkers. The streetwalkers then died horrifically. Banjos were played sadly in memory of the destroyed streetwalkers who were really space aliens, not! But alas the terrible tragedy repeated itself tenfold when 350,000,000 Americans

There was once a princess whom ruled an empire and controlled the fate of the thousands of her corruptly disloyal subjects. So one fine evening a twisted old man came and stared straight into her blue eyes and what he saw surprised her to the point of dismay. She then went to the king, who smelt of freshly cut roses and sweat. He liked to play with his enormous cello every night. Then a horde of Balkan barbarians besieged a castle in which her magical Irishman called Al-Radia lived. The best thing in the kingdom was that the immensely impressive oak that stood outside the castle Aaaaarrrrrrgh and the fruit of the spam that fell to the floor.

Some people can go **** in freshly cleaned toilets. Thus, Princess Proletariat sponsors public restrooms because of her fondness of the public area.

Meanwhile Balkan Barbarians were breaching the big Balkan barricades that once protected Princess Proletariat's bathroom. Meanwhile the Irishman was drinking whiskey - oblivious to the soon to be dead pets in this war.

Suddenly, a Crazed Rabbit started to do dancing lessons with the queen, then The Stranger said 'What are you doing! There are many other ways to act stupid."
"Yet Balkans are getting bored. Who wanted to get their attention?" Princess Proletariat said to her aide who was underage. "Can you get me the knights of Camelot so that they can ride out removing the Balkan mercenaries."
"But why? The Irishman must have his own reasons for not going to sleep, yet ignoring the command that Princess Proletariat had given." And it came - the Balkans massacred most of the good Samaritans and then ran away. The Irishman also ran for his life, yet was killed and revived almost instantly after he had sexual intercourse with Beckham and then he fell into a well, soon after the end of the battle the other day. Beirut - the Princess's favourite location was under his almighty shadow - hosted a forced meeting concerning how to stop ham.

That is the end of the story. Thankyou for purchasing ultra super stories by J.K. are you serious??

"Nah! I'm just messing with your brain" said Santa to the other elf. "Hypnotising you was the easiest task that I ever performed! You must be ashamed!"
"No, why would the French ever try to take all of the food!"
Santa laughed. "Because French Fries was made by."
See hypnotised you. Then he said the ten commandments would now be plastered all over his face! Your only chance of survival is through steroid infestation. Only through hard work can we be free from this cesspool of Princess Proletariat.

Santa had not yet found the steroid infestation and was now terrified of the enormous, nuclear powered missiles that were aimed at the north pole. At six o'clock precisely Santa fell asleep. He began dreaming of a time when he was a young lad, eating cheesecake by the fireplace, but he had forgotten that he left the switch for countering the nuclear missiles by the sauna. Kim Jong quickly launched his new computer game. Then there was a blackout. Mrs. Claus ran for her life, leaving Santa to die.

Nine months later, Mrs. Claus had a heart attack and fell to the South Pole where her corpse was buried until the Easter Bunny defiled her grave.

Then one rainy day in the great outdoors, Mrs. Clause's strange and mysterious dream became real. The entire world became orange and only spoke taiwanese backwards and wore giant soft rubber brassiéres, however there was something strange light bearing down... Santa had respawned ten times more into ten gigantic octopus arms, engulfing the brave 300 Persian animal trainers killing oppressive spartans. The Spartans cried: "This Is Sparta!! Join our party!"We have tea... and many slaves!

So the Persians went to Belgium to join EU. The EU said we shall think while eating olives and other miscellaneous Michelangelos. But there the roof collapsed and everybody died. So the Persians decided to destroy the low-cost roofer. However the owner of The Roofer's pointed upwards, club or not, it definitely is not going to become the greatest building, so you should worship K COSSACK and I Am Herenow and other evil miscellaneous creatures of the .org legions. 1337 speakers swarmed into the Babe Thread and totally fell over into a big pile above the enormous ***** and *****. "z0/\/\9," they said, "we are here, we are queer, and proud of our large sunglasses!" Then Stevie Wonder brought some pie and threw them at Lord Motep, which totaly ruined his new hairdo, aggravating the persians, who were his fathers. Then Luke lost his limbs and lost his memory and hallucinated about giant purple octopus conspiracies against absolutely nothing.

Waffles were missing in Waffleland. So BOB went next door and had a giant waffle, but the waffle was taken by policemen with truncheons dressed as edible dormice and with funny similarity, they ate good stiff cardboard covered with mayonnaise which was laced with moldy Tuna eyeballs and cheesy wotsits and caviar. Bob threw up as the caviar was nine months out of date, and passed out. He collapsed onto a fat policeman and bounced high on a gigantic rippling, wobbling wave of tomato sauce that had erupted from Vesuvius, engulfing the USA in Rhode island sauce which poisoned ten, only ten, streetwalkers. The streetwalkers then died horrifically. Banjos were played sadly in memory of the destroyed streetwalkers who were really space aliens, not! But alas the terrible tragedy repeated itself tenfold when 350,000,000 Americans were also poisoned

There was once a princess whom ruled an empire and controlled the fate of the thousands of her corruptly disloyal subjects. So one fine evening a twisted old man came and stared straight into her blue eyes and what he saw surprised her to the point of dismay. She then went to the king, who smelt of freshly cut roses and sweat. He liked to play with his enormous cello every night. Then a horde of Balkan barbarians besieged a castle in which her magical Irishman called Al-Radia lived. The best thing in the kingdom was that the immensely impressive oak that stood outside the castle Aaaaarrrrrrgh and the fruit of the spam that fell to the floor.

Some people can go **** in freshly cleaned toilets. Thus, Princess Proletariat sponsors public restrooms because of her fondness of the public area.

Meanwhile Balkan Barbarians were breaching the big Balkan barricades that once protected Princess Proletariat's bathroom. Meanwhile the Irishman was drinking whiskey - oblivious to the soon to be dead pets in this war.

Suddenly, a Crazed Rabbit started to do dancing lessons with the queen, then The Stranger said 'What are you doing! There are many other ways to act stupid."
"Yet Balkans are getting bored. Who wanted to get their attention?" Princess Proletariat said to her aide who was underage. "Can you get me the knights of Camelot so that they can ride out removing the Balkan mercenaries."
"But why? The Irishman must have his own reasons for not going to sleep, yet ignoring the command that Princess Proletariat had given." And it came - the Balkans massacred most of the good Samaritans and then ran away. The Irishman also ran for his life, yet was killed and revived almost instantly after he had sexual intercourse with Beckham and then he fell into a well, soon after the end of the battle the other day. Beirut - the Princess's favourite location was under his almighty shadow - hosted a forced meeting concerning how to stop ham.

That is the end of the story. Thankyou for purchasing ultra super stories by J.K. are you serious??

"Nah! I'm just messing with your brain" said Santa to the other elf. "Hypnotising you was the easiest task that I ever performed! You must be ashamed!"
"No, why would the French ever try to take all of the food!"
Santa laughed. "Because French Fries was made by."
See hypnotised you. Then he said the ten commandments would now be plastered all over his face! Your only chance of survival is through steroid infestation. Only through hard work can we be free from this cesspool of Princess Proletariat.

Santa had not yet found the steroid infestation and was now terrified of the enormous, nuclear powered missiles that were aimed at the north pole. At six o'clock precisely Santa fell asleep. He began dreaming of a time when he was a young lad, eating cheesecake by the fireplace, but he had forgotten that he left the switch for countering the nuclear missiles by the sauna. Kim Jong quickly launched his new computer game. Then there was a blackout. Mrs. Claus ran for her life, leaving Santa to die.

Nine months later, Mrs. Claus had a heart attack and fell to the South Pole where her corpse was buried until the Easter Bunny defiled her grave.

Then one rainy day in the great outdoors, Mrs. Clause's strange and mysterious dream became real. The entire world became orange and only spoke taiwanese backwards and wore giant soft rubber brassiéres, however there was something strange light bearing down... Santa had respawned ten times more into ten gigantic octopus arms, engulfing the brave 300 Persian animal trainers killing oppressive spartans. The Spartans cried: "This Is Sparta!! Join our party!"We have tea... and many slaves!

So the Persians went to Belgium to join EU. The EU said we shall think while eating olives and other miscellaneous Michelangelos. But there the roof collapsed and everybody died. So the Persians decided to destroy the low-cost roofer. However the owner of The Roofer's pointed upwards, club or not, it definitely is not going to become the greatest building, so you should worship K COSSACK and I Am Herenow and other evil miscellaneous creatures of the .org legions. 1337 speakers swarmed into the Babe Thread and totally fell over into a big pile above the enormous ***** and *****. "z0/\/\9," they said, "we are here, we are queer, and proud of our large sunglasses!" Then Stevie Wonder brought some pie and threw them at Lord Motep, which totaly ruined his new hairdo, aggravating the persians, who were his fathers. Then Luke lost his limbs and lost his memory and hallucinated about giant purple octopus conspiracies against absolutely nothing.

Waffles were missing in Waffleland. So BOB went next door and had a giant waffle, but the waffle was taken by policemen with truncheons dressed as edible dormice and with funny similarity, they ate good stiff cardboard covered with mayonnaise which was laced with moldy Tuna eyeballs and cheesy wotsits and caviar. Bob threw up as the caviar was nine months out of date, and passed out. He collapsed onto a fat policeman and bounced high on a gigantic rippling, wobbling wave of tomato sauce that had erupted from Vesuvius, engulfing the USA in Rhode island sauce which poisoned ten, only ten, streetwalkers. The streetwalkers then died horrifically. Banjos were played sadly in memory of the destroyed streetwalkers who were really space aliens, not! But alas the terrible tragedy repeated itself tenfold when 350,000,000 Americans were also poisoned by fast food

There was once a princess whom ruled an empire and controlled the fate of the thousands of her corruptly disloyal subjects. So one fine evening a twisted old man came and stared straight into her blue eyes and what he saw surprised her to the point of dismay. She then went to the king, who smelt of freshly cut roses and sweat. He liked to play with his enormous cello every night. Then a horde of Balkan barbarians besieged a castle in which her magical Irishman called Al-Radia lived. The best thing in the kingdom was that the immensely impressive oak that stood outside the castle Aaaaarrrrrrgh and the fruit of the spam that fell to the floor.

Some people can go **** in freshly cleaned toilets. Thus, Princess Proletariat sponsors public restrooms because of her fondness of the public area.

Meanwhile Balkan Barbarians were breaching the big Balkan barricades that once protected Princess Proletariat's bathroom. Meanwhile the Irishman was drinking whiskey - oblivious to the soon to be dead pets in this war.

Suddenly, a Crazed Rabbit started to do dancing lessons with the queen, then The Stranger said 'What are you doing! There are many other ways to act stupid."
"Yet Balkans are getting bored. Who wanted to get their attention?" Princess Proletariat said to her aide who was underage. "Can you get me the knights of Camelot so that they can ride out removing the Balkan mercenaries."
"But why? The Irishman must have his own reasons for not going to sleep, yet ignoring the command that Princess Proletariat had given." And it came - the Balkans massacred most of the good Samaritans and then ran away. The Irishman also ran for his life, yet was killed and revived almost instantly after he had sexual intercourse with Beckham and then he fell into a well, soon after the end of the battle the other day. Beirut - the Princess's favourite location was under his almighty shadow - hosted a forced meeting concerning how to stop ham.

That is the end of the story. Thankyou for purchasing ultra super stories by J.K. are you serious??

"Nah! I'm just messing with your brain" said Santa to the other elf. "Hypnotising you was the easiest task that I ever performed! You must be ashamed!"
"No, why would the French ever try to take all of the food!"
Santa laughed. "Because French Fries was made by."
See hypnotised you. Then he said the ten commandments would now be plastered all over his face! Your only chance of survival is through steroid infestation. Only through hard work can we be free from this cesspool of Princess Proletariat.

Santa had not yet found the steroid infestation and was now terrified of the enormous, nuclear powered missiles that were aimed at the north pole. At six o'clock precisely Santa fell asleep. He began dreaming of a time when he was a young lad, eating cheesecake by the fireplace, but he had forgotten that he left the switch for countering the nuclear missiles by the sauna. Kim Jong quickly launched his new computer game. Then there was a blackout. Mrs. Claus ran for her life, leaving Santa to die.

Nine months later, Mrs. Claus had a heart attack and fell to the South Pole where her corpse was buried until the Easter Bunny defiled her grave.

Then one rainy day in the great outdoors, Mrs. Clause's strange and mysterious dream became real. The entire world became orange and only spoke taiwanese backwards and wore giant soft rubber brassiéres, however there was something strange light bearing down... Santa had respawned ten times more into ten gigantic octopus arms, engulfing the brave 300 Persian animal trainers killing oppressive spartans. The Spartans cried: "This Is Sparta!! Join our party!"We have tea... and many slaves!

So the Persians went to Belgium to join EU. The EU said we shall think while eating olives and other miscellaneous Michelangelos. But there the roof collapsed and everybody died. So the Persians decided to destroy the low-cost roofer. However the owner of The Roofer's pointed upwards, club or not, it definitely is not going to become the greatest building, so you should worship K COSSACK and I Am Herenow and other evil miscellaneous creatures of the .org legions. 1337 speakers swarmed into the Babe Thread and totally fell over into a big pile above the enormous ***** and *****. "z0/\/\9," they said, "we are here, we are queer, and proud of our large sunglasses!" Then Stevie Wonder brought some pie and threw them at Lord Motep, which totaly ruined his new hairdo, aggravating the persians, who were his fathers. Then Luke lost his limbs and lost his memory and hallucinated about giant purple octopus conspiracies against absolutely nothing.

Waffles were missing in Waffleland. So BOB went next door and had a giant waffle, but the waffle was taken by policemen with truncheons dressed as edible dormice and with funny similarity, they ate good stiff cardboard covered with mayonnaise which was laced with moldy Tuna eyeballs and cheesy wotsits and caviar. Bob threw up as the caviar was nine months out of date, and passed out. He collapsed onto a fat policeman and bounced high on a gigantic rippling, wobbling wave of tomato sauce that had erupted from Vesuvius, engulfing the USA in Rhode island sauce which poisoned ten, only ten, streetwalkers. The streetwalkers then died horrifically. Banjos were played sadly in memory of the destroyed streetwalkers who were really space aliens, not! But alas the terrible tragedy repeated itself tenfold when 350,000,000 Americans were also poisoned by fast food and poorly made

There was once a princess whom ruled an empire and controlled the fate of the thousands of her corruptly disloyal subjects. So one fine evening a twisted old man came and stared straight into her blue eyes and what he saw surprised her to the point of dismay. She then went to the king, who smelt of freshly cut roses and sweat. He liked to play with his enormous cello every night. Then a horde of Balkan barbarians besieged a castle in which her magical Irishman called Al-Radia lived. The best thing in the kingdom was that the immensely impressive oak that stood outside the castle Aaaaarrrrrrgh and the fruit of the spam that fell to the floor.

Some people can go **** in freshly cleaned toilets. Thus, Princess Proletariat sponsors public restrooms because of her fondness of the public area.

Meanwhile Balkan Barbarians were breaching the big Balkan barricades that once protected Princess Proletariat's bathroom. Meanwhile the Irishman was drinking whiskey - oblivious to the soon to be dead pets in this war.

Suddenly, a Crazed Rabbit started to do dancing lessons with the queen, then The Stranger said 'What are you doing! There are many other ways to act stupid."
"Yet Balkans are getting bored. Who wanted to get their attention?" Princess Proletariat said to her aide who was underage. "Can you get me the knights of Camelot so that they can ride out removing the Balkan mercenaries."
"But why? The Irishman must have his own reasons for not going to sleep, yet ignoring the command that Princess Proletariat had given." And it came - the Balkans massacred most of the good Samaritans and then ran away. The Irishman also ran for his life, yet was killed and revived almost instantly after he had sexual intercourse with Beckham and then he fell into a well, soon after the end of the battle the other day. Beirut - the Princess's favourite location was under his almighty shadow - hosted a forced meeting concerning how to stop ham.

That is the end of the story. Thankyou for purchasing ultra super stories by J.K. are you serious??

"Nah! I'm just messing with your brain" said Santa to the other elf. "Hypnotising you was the easiest task that I ever performed! You must be ashamed!"
"No, why would the French ever try to take all of the food!"
Santa laughed. "Because French Fries was made by."
See hypnotised you. Then he said the ten commandments would now be plastered all over his face! Your only chance of survival is through steroid infestation. Only through hard work can we be free from this cesspool of Princess Proletariat.

Santa had not yet found the steroid infestation and was now terrified of the enormous, nuclear powered missiles that were aimed at the north pole. At six o'clock precisely Santa fell asleep. He began dreaming of a time when he was a young lad, eating cheesecake by the fireplace, but he had forgotten that he left the switch for countering the nuclear missiles by the sauna. Kim Jong quickly launched his new computer game. Then there was a blackout. Mrs. Claus ran for her life, leaving Santa to die.

Nine months later, Mrs. Claus had a heart attack and fell to the South Pole where her corpse was buried until the Easter Bunny defiled her grave.

Then one rainy day in the great outdoors, Mrs. Clause's strange and mysterious dream became real. The entire world became orange and only spoke taiwanese backwards and wore giant soft rubber brassiéres, however there was something strange light bearing down... Santa had respawned ten times more into ten gigantic octopus arms, engulfing the brave 300 Persian animal trainers killing oppressive spartans. The Spartans cried: "This Is Sparta!! Join our party!"We have tea... and many slaves!

So the Persians went to Belgium to join EU. The EU said we shall think while eating olives and other miscellaneous Michelangelos. But there the roof collapsed and everybody died. So the Persians decided to destroy the low-cost roofer. However the owner of The Roofer's pointed upwards, club or not, it definitely is not going to become the greatest building, so you should worship K COSSACK and I Am Herenow and other evil miscellaneous creatures of the .org legions. 1337 speakers swarmed into the Babe Thread and totally fell over into a big pile above the enormous ***** and *****. "z0/\/\9," they said, "we are here, we are queer, and proud of our large sunglasses!" Then Stevie Wonder brought some pie and threw them at Lord Motep, which totaly ruined his new hairdo, aggravating the persians, who were his fathers. Then Luke lost his limbs and lost his memory and hallucinated about giant purple octopus conspiracies against absolutely nothing.

Waffles were missing in Waffleland. So BOB went next door and had a giant waffle, but the waffle was taken by policemen with truncheons dressed as edible dormice and with funny similarity, they ate good stiff cardboard covered with mayonnaise which was laced with moldy Tuna eyeballs and cheesy wotsits and caviar. Bob threw up as the caviar was nine months out of date, and passed out. He collapsed onto a fat policeman and bounced high on a gigantic rippling, wobbling wave of tomato sauce that had erupted from Vesuvius, engulfing the USA in Rhode island sauce which poisoned ten, only ten, streetwalkers. The streetwalkers then died horrifically. Banjos were played sadly in memory of the destroyed streetwalkers who were really space aliens, not! But alas the terrible tragedy repeated itself tenfold when 350,000,000 Americans were also poisoned by fast food and poorly made helmets made in

There was once a princess whom ruled an empire and controlled the fate of the thousands of her corruptly disloyal subjects. So one fine evening a twisted old man came and stared straight into her blue eyes and what he saw surprised her to the point of dismay. She then went to the king, who smelt of freshly cut roses and sweat. He liked to play with his enormous cello every night. Then a horde of Balkan barbarians besieged a castle in which her magical Irishman called Al-Radia lived. The best thing in the kingdom was that the immensely impressive oak that stood outside the castle Aaaaarrrrrrgh and the fruit of the spam that fell to the floor.

Some people can go **** in freshly cleaned toilets. Thus, Princess Proletariat sponsors public restrooms because of her fondness of the public area.

Meanwhile Balkan Barbarians were breaching the big Balkan barricades that once protected Princess Proletariat's bathroom. Meanwhile the Irishman was drinking whiskey - oblivious to the soon to be dead pets in this war.

Suddenly, a Crazed Rabbit started to do dancing lessons with the queen, then The Stranger said 'What are you doing! There are many other ways to act stupid."
"Yet Balkans are getting bored. Who wanted to get their attention?" Princess Proletariat said to her aide who was underage. "Can you get me the knights of Camelot so that they can ride out removing the Balkan mercenaries."
"But why? The Irishman must have his own reasons for not going to sleep, yet ignoring the command that Princess Proletariat had given." And it came - the Balkans massacred most of the good Samaritans and then ran away. The Irishman also ran for his life, yet was killed and revived almost instantly after he had sexual intercourse with Beckham and then he fell into a well, soon after the end of the battle the other day. Beirut - the Princess's favourite location was under his almighty shadow - hosted a forced meeting concerning how to stop ham.

That is the end of the story. Thankyou for purchasing ultra super stories by J.K. are you serious??

"Nah! I'm just messing with your brain" said Santa to the other elf. "Hypnotising you was the easiest task that I ever performed! You must be ashamed!"
"No, why would the French ever try to take all of the food!"
Santa laughed. "Because French Fries was made by."
See hypnotised you. Then he said the ten commandments would now be plastered all over his face! Your only chance of survival is through steroid infestation. Only through hard work can we be free from this cesspool of Princess Proletariat.

Santa had not yet found the steroid infestation and was now terrified of the enormous, nuclear powered missiles that were aimed at the north pole. At six o'clock precisely Santa fell asleep. He began dreaming of a time when he was a young lad, eating cheesecake by the fireplace, but he had forgotten that he left the switch for countering the nuclear missiles by the sauna. Kim Jong quickly launched his new computer game. Then there was a blackout. Mrs. Claus ran for her life, leaving Santa to die.

Nine months later, Mrs. Claus had a heart attack and fell to the South Pole where her corpse was buried until the Easter Bunny defiled her grave.

Then one rainy day in the great outdoors, Mrs. Clause's strange and mysterious dream became real. The entire world became orange and only spoke taiwanese backwards and wore giant soft rubber brassiéres, however there was something strange light bearing down... Santa had respawned ten times more into ten gigantic octopus arms, engulfing the brave 300 Persian animal trainers killing oppressive spartans. The Spartans cried: "This Is Sparta!! Join our party!"We have tea... and many slaves!

So the Persians went to Belgium to join EU. The EU said we shall think while eating olives and other miscellaneous Michelangelos. But there the roof collapsed and everybody died. So the Persians decided to destroy the low-cost roofer. However the owner of The Roofer's pointed upwards, club or not, it definitely is not going to become the greatest building, so you should worship K COSSACK and I Am Herenow and other evil miscellaneous creatures of the .org legions. 1337 speakers swarmed into the Babe Thread and totally fell over into a big pile above the enormous ***** and *****. "z0/\/\9," they said, "we are here, we are queer, and proud of our large sunglasses!" Then Stevie Wonder brought some pie and threw them at Lord Motep, which totaly ruined his new hairdo, aggravating the persians, who were his fathers. Then Luke lost his limbs and lost his memory and hallucinated about giant purple octopus conspiracies against absolutely nothing.

Waffles were missing in Waffleland. So BOB went next door and had a giant waffle, but the waffle was taken by policemen with truncheons dressed as edible dormice and with funny similarity, they ate good stiff cardboard covered with mayonnaise which was laced with moldy Tuna eyeballs and cheesy wotsits and caviar. Bob threw up as the caviar was nine months out of date, and passed out. He collapsed onto a fat policeman and bounced high on a gigantic rippling, wobbling wave of tomato sauce that had erupted from Vesuvius, engulfing the USA in Rhode island sauce which poisoned ten, only ten, streetwalkers. The streetwalkers then died horrifically. Banjos were played sadly in memory of the destroyed streetwalkers who were really space aliens, not! But alas the terrible tragedy repeated itself tenfold when 350,000,000 Americans were also poisoned by fast food and poorly made helmets made in response to God's

There was once a princess whom ruled an empire and controlled the fate of the thousands of her corruptly disloyal subjects. So one fine evening a twisted old man came and stared straight into her blue eyes and what he saw surprised her to the point of dismay. She then went to the king, who smelt of freshly cut roses and sweat. He liked to play with his enormous cello every night. Then a horde of Balkan barbarians besieged a castle in which her magical Irishman called Al-Radia lived. The best thing in the kingdom was that the immensely impressive oak that stood outside the castle Aaaaarrrrrrgh and the fruit of the spam that fell to the floor.

Some people can go **** in freshly cleaned toilets. Thus, Princess Proletariat sponsors public restrooms because of her fondness of the public area.

Meanwhile Balkan Barbarians were breaching the big Balkan barricades that once protected Princess Proletariat's bathroom. Meanwhile the Irishman was drinking whiskey - oblivious to the soon to be dead pets in this war.

Suddenly, a Crazed Rabbit started to do dancing lessons with the queen, then The Stranger said 'What are you doing! There are many other ways to act stupid."
"Yet Balkans are getting bored. Who wanted to get their attention?" Princess Proletariat said to her aide who was underage. "Can you get me the knights of Camelot so that they can ride out removing the Balkan mercenaries."
"But why? The Irishman must have his own reasons for not going to sleep, yet ignoring the command that Princess Proletariat had given." And it came - the Balkans massacred most of the good Samaritans and then ran away. The Irishman also ran for his life, yet was killed and revived almost instantly after he had sexual intercourse with Beckham and then he fell into a well, soon after the end of the battle the other day. Beirut - the Princess's favourite location was under his almighty shadow - hosted a forced meeting concerning how to stop ham.

That is the end of the story. Thankyou for purchasing ultra super stories by J.K. are you serious??

"Nah! I'm just messing with your brain" said Santa to the other elf. "Hypnotising you was the easiest task that I ever performed! You must be ashamed!"
"No, why would the French ever try to take all of the food!"
Santa laughed. "Because French Fries was made by."
See hypnotised you. Then he said the ten commandments would now be plastered all over his face! Your only chance of survival is through steroid infestation. Only through hard work can we be free from this cesspool of Princess Proletariat.

Santa had not yet found the steroid infestation and was now terrified of the enormous, nuclear powered missiles that were aimed at the north pole. At six o'clock precisely Santa fell asleep. He began dreaming of a time when he was a young lad, eating cheesecake by the fireplace, but he had forgotten that he left the switch for countering the nuclear missiles by the sauna. Kim Jong quickly launched his new computer game. Then there was a blackout. Mrs. Claus ran for her life, leaving Santa to die.

Nine months later, Mrs. Claus had a heart attack and fell to the South Pole where her corpse was buried until the Easter Bunny defiled her grave.

Then one rainy day in the great outdoors, Mrs. Clause's strange and mysterious dream became real. The entire world became orange and only spoke taiwanese backwards and wore giant soft rubber brassiéres, however there was something strange light bearing down... Santa had respawned ten times more into ten gigantic octopus arms, engulfing the brave 300 Persian animal trainers killing oppressive spartans. The Spartans cried: "This Is Sparta!! Join our party!"We have tea... and many slaves!

So the Persians went to Belgium to join EU. The EU said we shall think while eating olives and other miscellaneous Michelangelos. But there the roof collapsed and everybody died. So the Persians decided to destroy the low-cost roofer. However the owner of The Roofer's pointed upwards, club or not, it definitely is not going to become the greatest building, so you should worship K COSSACK and I Am Herenow and other evil miscellaneous creatures of the .org legions. 1337 speakers swarmed into the Babe Thread and totally fell over into a big pile above the enormous ***** and *****. "z0/\/\9," they said, "we are here, we are queer, and proud of our large sunglasses!" Then Stevie Wonder brought some pie and threw them at Lord Motep, which totaly ruined his new hairdo, aggravating the persians, who were his fathers. Then Luke lost his limbs and lost his memory and hallucinated about giant purple octopus conspiracies against absolutely nothing.

Waffles were missing in Waffleland. So BOB went next door and had a giant waffle, but the waffle was taken by policemen with truncheons dressed as edible dormice and with funny similarity, they ate good stiff cardboard covered with mayonnaise which was laced with moldy Tuna eyeballs and cheesy wotsits and caviar. Bob threw up as the caviar was nine months out of date, and passed out. He collapsed onto a fat policeman and bounced high on a gigantic rippling, wobbling wave of tomato sauce that had erupted from Vesuvius, engulfing the USA in Rhode island sauce which poisoned ten, only ten, streetwalkers. The streetwalkers then died horrifically. Banjos were played sadly in memory of the destroyed streetwalkers who were really space aliens, not! But alas the terrible tragedy repeated itself tenfold when 350,000,000 Americans were also poisoned by fast food and poorly made helmets made in response to God's preferance for overuse

There was once a princess whom ruled an empire and controlled the fate of the thousands of her corruptly disloyal subjects. So one fine evening a twisted old man came and stared straight into her blue eyes and what he saw surprised her to the point of dismay. She then went to the king, who smelt of freshly cut roses and sweat. He liked to play with his enormous cello every night. Then a horde of Balkan barbarians besieged a castle in which her magical Irishman called Al-Radia lived. The best thing in the kingdom was that the immensely impressive oak that stood outside the castle Aaaaarrrrrrgh and the fruit of the spam that fell to the floor.

Some people can go **** in freshly cleaned toilets. Thus, Princess Proletariat sponsors public restrooms because of her fondness of the public area.

Meanwhile Balkan Barbarians were breaching the big Balkan barricades that once protected Princess Proletariat's bathroom. Meanwhile the Irishman was drinking whiskey - oblivious to the soon to be dead pets in this war.

Suddenly, a Crazed Rabbit started to do dancing lessons with the queen, then The Stranger said 'What are you doing! There are many other ways to act stupid."
"Yet Balkans are getting bored. Who wanted to get their attention?" Princess Proletariat said to her aide who was underage. "Can you get me the knights of Camelot so that they can ride out removing the Balkan mercenaries."
"But why? The Irishman must have his own reasons for not going to sleep, yet ignoring the command that Princess Proletariat had given." And it came - the Balkans massacred most of the good Samaritans and then ran away. The Irishman also ran for his life, yet was killed and revived almost instantly after he had sexual intercourse with Beckham and then he fell into a well, soon after the end of the battle the other day. Beirut - the Princess's favourite location was under his almighty shadow - hosted a forced meeting concerning how to stop ham.

That is the end of the story. Thankyou for purchasing ultra super stories by J.K. are you serious??

"Nah! I'm just messing with your brain" said Santa to the other elf. "Hypnotising you was the easiest task that I ever performed! You must be ashamed!"
"No, why would the French ever try to take all of the food!"
Santa laughed. "Because French Fries was made by."
See hypnotised you. Then he said the ten commandments would now be plastered all over his face! Your only chance of survival is through steroid infestation. Only through hard work can we be free from this cesspool of Princess Proletariat.

Santa had not yet found the steroid infestation and was now terrified of the enormous, nuclear powered missiles that were aimed at the north pole. At six o'clock precisely Santa fell asleep. He began dreaming of a time when he was a young lad, eating cheesecake by the fireplace, but he had forgotten that he left the switch for countering the nuclear missiles by the sauna. Kim Jong quickly launched his new computer game. Then there was a blackout. Mrs. Claus ran for her life, leaving Santa to die.

Nine months later, Mrs. Claus had a heart attack and fell to the South Pole where her corpse was buried until the Easter Bunny defiled her grave.

Then one rainy day in the great outdoors, Mrs. Clause's strange and mysterious dream became real. The entire world became orange and only spoke taiwanese backwards and wore giant soft rubber brassiéres, however there was something strange light bearing down... Santa had respawned ten times more into ten gigantic octopus arms, engulfing the brave 300 Persian animal trainers killing oppressive spartans. The Spartans cried: "This Is Sparta!! Join our party!"We have tea... and many slaves!

So the Persians went to Belgium to join EU. The EU said we shall think while eating olives and other miscellaneous Michelangelos. But there the roof collapsed and everybody died. So the Persians decided to destroy the low-cost roofer. However the owner of The Roofer's pointed upwards, club or not, it definitely is not going to become the greatest building, so you should worship K COSSACK and I Am Herenow and other evil miscellaneous creatures of the .org legions. 1337 speakers swarmed into the Babe Thread and totally fell over into a big pile above the enormous ***** and *****. "z0/\/\9," they said, "we are here, we are queer, and proud of our large sunglasses!" Then Stevie Wonder brought some pie and threw them at Lord Motep, which totaly ruined his new hairdo, aggravating the persians, who were his fathers. Then Luke lost his limbs and lost his memory and hallucinated about giant purple octopus conspiracies against absolutely nothing.

Waffles were missing in Waffleland. So BOB went next door and had a giant waffle, but the waffle was taken by policemen with truncheons dressed as edible dormice and with funny similarity, they ate good stiff cardboard covered with mayonnaise which was laced with moldy Tuna eyeballs and cheesy wotsits and caviar. Bob threw up as the caviar was nine months out of date, and passed out. He collapsed onto a fat policeman and bounced high on a gigantic rippling, wobbling wave of tomato sauce that had erupted from Vesuvius, engulfing the USA in Rhode island sauce which poisoned ten, only ten, streetwalkers. The streetwalkers then died horrifically. Banjos were played sadly in memory of the destroyed streetwalkers who were really space aliens, not! But alas the terrible tragedy repeated itself tenfold when 350,000,000 Americans were also poisoned by fast food and poorly made helmets made in response to God's preferance for overuse of illegally made

There was once a princess whom ruled an empire and controlled the fate of the thousands of her corruptly disloyal subjects. So one fine evening a twisted old man came and stared straight into her blue eyes and what he saw surprised her to the point of dismay. She then went to the king, who smelt of freshly cut roses and sweat. He liked to play with his enormous cello every night. Then a horde of Balkan barbarians besieged a castle in which her magical Irishman called Al-Radia lived. The best thing in the kingdom was that the immensely impressive oak that stood outside the castle Aaaaarrrrrrgh and the fruit of the spam that fell to the floor.

Some people can go **** in freshly cleaned toilets. Thus, Princess Proletariat sponsors public restrooms because of her fondness of the public area.

Meanwhile Balkan Barbarians were breaching the big Balkan barricades that once protected Princess Proletariat's bathroom. Meanwhile the Irishman was drinking whiskey - oblivious to the soon to be dead pets in this war.

Suddenly, a Crazed Rabbit started to do dancing lessons with the queen, then The Stranger said 'What are you doing! There are many other ways to act stupid."
"Yet Balkans are getting bored. Who wanted to get their attention?" Princess Proletariat said to her aide who was underage. "Can you get me the knights of Camelot so that they can ride out removing the Balkan mercenaries."
"But why? The Irishman must have his own reasons for not going to sleep, yet ignoring the command that Princess Proletariat had given." And it came - the Balkans massacred most of the good Samaritans and then ran away. The Irishman also ran for his life, yet was killed and revived almost instantly after he had sexual intercourse with Beckham and then he fell into a well, soon after the end of the battle the other day. Beirut - the Princess's favourite location was under his almighty shadow - hosted a forced meeting concerning how to stop ham.

That is the end of the story. Thankyou for purchasing ultra super stories by J.K. are you serious??

"Nah! I'm just messing with your brain" said Santa to the other elf. "Hypnotising you was the easiest task that I ever performed! You must be ashamed!"
"No, why would the French ever try to take all of the food!"
Santa laughed. "Because French Fries was made by."
See hypnotised you. Then he said the ten commandments would now be plastered all over his face! Your only chance of survival is through steroid infestation. Only through hard work can we be free from this cesspool of Princess Proletariat.

Santa had not yet found the steroid infestation and was now terrified of the enormous, nuclear powered missiles that were aimed at the north pole. At six o'clock precisely Santa fell asleep. He began dreaming of a time when he was a young lad, eating cheesecake by the fireplace, but he had forgotten that he left the switch for countering the nuclear missiles by the sauna. Kim Jong quickly launched his new computer game. Then there was a blackout. Mrs. Claus ran for her life, leaving Santa to die.

Nine months later, Mrs. Claus had a heart attack and fell to the South Pole where her corpse was buried until the Easter Bunny defiled her grave.

Then one rainy day in the great outdoors, Mrs. Clause's strange and mysterious dream became real. The entire world became orange and only spoke taiwanese backwards and wore giant soft rubber brassiéres, however there was something strange light bearing down... Santa had respawned ten times more into ten gigantic octopus arms, engulfing the brave 300 Persian animal trainers killing oppressive spartans. The Spartans cried: "This Is Sparta!! Join our party!"We have tea... and many slaves!

So the Persians went to Belgium to join EU. The EU said we shall think while eating olives and other miscellaneous Michelangelos. But there the roof collapsed and everybody died. So the Persians decided to destroy the low-cost roofer. However the owner of The Roofer's pointed upwards, club or not, it definitely is not going to become the greatest building, so you should worship K COSSACK and I Am Herenow and other evil miscellaneous creatures of the .org legions. 1337 speakers swarmed into the Babe Thread and totally fell over into a big pile above the enormous ***** and *****. "z0/\/\9," they said, "we are here, we are queer, and proud of our large sunglasses!" Then Stevie Wonder brought some pie and threw them at Lord Motep, which totaly ruined his new hairdo, aggravating the persians, who were his fathers. Then Luke lost his limbs and lost his memory and hallucinated about giant purple octopus conspiracies against absolutely nothing.

Waffles were missing in Waffleland. So BOB went next door and had a giant waffle, but the waffle was taken by policemen with truncheons dressed as edible dormice and with funny similarity, they ate good stiff cardboard covered with mayonnaise which was laced with moldy Tuna eyeballs and cheesy wotsits and caviar. Bob threw up as the caviar was nine months out of date, and passed out. He collapsed onto a fat policeman and bounced high on a gigantic rippling, wobbling wave of tomato sauce that had erupted from Vesuvius, engulfing the USA in Rhode island sauce which poisoned ten, only ten, streetwalkers. The streetwalkers then died horrifically. Banjos were played sadly in memory of the destroyed streetwalkers who were really space aliens, not! But alas the terrible tragedy repeated itself tenfold when 350,000,000 Americans were also poisoned by fast food and poorly made helmets made in response to God's preferance for overuse of illegally made poison baby food.

Tschüß!
Erich

There was once a princess whom ruled an empire and controlled the fate of the thousands of her corruptly disloyal subjects. So one fine evening a twisted old man came and stared straight into her blue eyes and what he saw surprised her to the point of dismay. She then went to the king, who smelt of freshly cut roses and sweat. He liked to play with his enormous cello every night. Then a horde of Balkan barbarians besieged a castle in which her magical Irishman called Al-Radia lived. The best thing in the kingdom was that the immensely impressive oak that stood outside the castle Aaaaarrrrrrgh and the fruit of the spam that fell to the floor.

Some people can go **** in freshly cleaned toilets. Thus, Princess Proletariat sponsors public restrooms because of her fondness of the public area.

Meanwhile Balkan Barbarians were breaching the big Balkan barricades that once protected Princess Proletariat's bathroom. Meanwhile the Irishman was drinking whiskey - oblivious to the soon to be dead pets in this war.

Suddenly, a Crazed Rabbit started to do dancing lessons with the queen, then The Stranger said 'What are you doing! There are many other ways to act stupid."
"Yet Balkans are getting bored. Who wanted to get their attention?" Princess Proletariat said to her aide who was underage. "Can you get me the knights of Camelot so that they can ride out removing the Balkan mercenaries."
"But why? The Irishman must have his own reasons for not going to sleep, yet ignoring the command that Princess Proletariat had given." And it came - the Balkans massacred most of the good Samaritans and then ran away. The Irishman also ran for his life, yet was killed and revived almost instantly after he had sexual intercourse with Beckham and then he fell into a well, soon after the end of the battle the other day. Beirut - the Princess's favourite location was under his almighty shadow - hosted a forced meeting concerning how to stop ham.

That is the end of the story. Thankyou for purchasing ultra super stories by J.K. are you serious??

"Nah! I'm just messing with your brain" said Santa to the other elf. "Hypnotising you was the easiest task that I ever performed! You must be ashamed!"
"No, why would the French ever try to take all of the food!"
Santa laughed. "Because French Fries was made by."
See hypnotised you. Then he said the ten commandments would now be plastered all over his face! Your only chance of survival is through steroid infestation. Only through hard work can we be free from this cesspool of Princess Proletariat.

Santa had not yet found the steroid infestation and was now terrified of the enormous, nuclear powered missiles that were aimed at the north pole. At six o'clock precisely Santa fell asleep. He began dreaming of a time when he was a young lad, eating cheesecake by the fireplace, but he had forgotten that he left the switch for countering the nuclear missiles by the sauna. Kim Jong quickly launched his new computer game. Then there was a blackout. Mrs. Claus ran for her life, leaving Santa to die.

Nine months later, Mrs. Claus had a heart attack and fell to the South Pole where her corpse was buried until the Easter Bunny defiled her grave.

Then one rainy day in the great outdoors, Mrs. Clause's strange and mysterious dream became real. The entire world became orange and only spoke taiwanese backwards and wore giant soft rubber brassiéres, however there was something strange light bearing down... Santa had respawned ten times more into ten gigantic octopus arms, engulfing the brave 300 Persian animal trainers killing oppressive spartans. The Spartans cried: "This Is Sparta!! Join our party!"We have tea... and many slaves!

So the Persians went to Belgium to join EU. The EU said we shall think while eating olives and other miscellaneous Michelangelos. But there the roof collapsed and everybody died. So the Persians decided to destroy the low-cost roofer. However the owner of The Roofer's pointed upwards, club or not, it definitely is not going to become the greatest building, so you should worship K COSSACK and I Am Herenow and other evil miscellaneous creatures of the .org legions. 1337 speakers swarmed into the Babe Thread and totally fell over into a big pile above the enormous ***** and *****. "z0/\/\9," they said, "we are here, we are queer, and proud of our large sunglasses!" Then Stevie Wonder brought some pie and threw them at Lord Motep, which totaly ruined his new hairdo, aggravating the persians, who were his fathers. Then Luke lost his limbs and lost his memory and hallucinated about giant purple octopus conspiracies against absolutely nothing.

Waffles were missing in Waffleland. So BOB went next door and had a giant waffle, but the waffle was taken by policemen with truncheons dressed as edible dormice and with funny similarity, they ate good stiff cardboard covered with mayonnaise which was laced with moldy Tuna eyeballs and cheesy wotsits and caviar. Bob threw up as the caviar was nine months out of date, and passed out. He collapsed onto a fat policeman and bounced high on a gigantic rippling, wobbling wave of tomato sauce that had erupted from Vesuvius, engulfing the USA in Rhode island sauce which poisoned ten, only ten, streetwalkers. The streetwalkers then died horrifically. Banjos were played sadly in memory of the destroyed streetwalkers who were really space aliens, not! But alas the terrible tragedy repeated itself tenfold when 350,000,000 Americans were also poisoned by fast food and poorly made helmets made in response to God's preferance for overuse of illegally made poison baby food. Soon after America