Interesting to see what happens when a game is started where you actually have to use your wit... 
C'mon you bastards!!!
Diminutive Jack Horner sat at the juncture of the floor and the apex of the two walls,
Ingesting a pastry-based dish marking the anniversary of Christ's birth.
He inserted his distal phalange and extracted a stone fruit,
Then announced a clear and audable exclaimation of self promotion.
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What's easier to believe: that a guy was born without sex in the manner of several Greek demigods and grew up to be able to transmute liquids and alter his body density yet couldn't escape government execution, or that three freemasons in a vehicle made with aluminum foil in an era before digital technology escaped our atmosphere, landing on the moon, broadcasted from there, and then flew back without burning up?
Last edited by Meridae'n; 08-09-2005 at 01:31 AM..
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