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all signalled danger!
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KABLAMM!!! The explosion
|
rocked my world
|
and my caddy!
|
The burns on
|
an unsuspecting passerby
|
and his dog
|
were caused by
|
the robot goldfish
|
and the electric
|
toothbrush, coated with
|
vegemite and psychadelic
|
colours from the
|
ukelele colour handbook.
|
The next seven
|
samauri rode in
|
paisley tights and
|
crush velvet tunics
|
saving the day
|
in land of
|
Oz. However across
|
the log bridge
|
the pedaphile looked
|
very forlorned, as
|
the children left
|
his toys behind
|
on the playground
|
during recess. Meanwhile
|
the samuari danced
|
on the tips
|
of his toes
|
thinking vengeful thoughts
|
about the time
|
he fell over
|
the edge of
|
his lunchbox, which
|
contained many joints
|
of pure golden
|
royal palm hashish
|
filled bilogna sandwhiches
|
which smelled quite
|
strongly of rancid
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toejam laced mayonaise
|
, but she said
|
"Toejam, schmoejam!", and
|
Eat up, Margaret
|
then took a
|
a gigantic sniff
|
of samurai anus
|
which seemed to
|
look like a
|
winking eye of
|
a samurai anus.
|
Now back to
|
that filthly little
|
place we call
|
our mother land,
|
8 rabbitts were
|
engaged in rabbit-style
|
circle jerking melee
|
, not even noticing
|
the video camera
|
aimed at their
|
white bulbous heads
|
which were furiously
|
dripping red goo
|
from their furious
|
frothing mouths. Anyway,
|
as I was
|
along with the
(i want to see this thread written all out sumtime...i bet its fuckin hilarious!) |
drunken, naked leprechauns
|
drinking and prancing
|
and dancing and
|
punching mimes with
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Sharp, Pointy, Metallic
(Krwlz.. I Vote for you to write this all out! :)) |
objects just like
|
robot dildos, I
|
thought, I do
|
not like having
|
hot, buttered toast
|
before a presentation.
|
Britney and Anna
|
removed their clothing,
|
and procceded to
|
play the ukelele
|
like an enormous
|
mutilated goat in
|
a field far
|
more magnetic than
|
the north pole
|
Now, the North
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Side of the
|
huge snowy mountian
|
held a secret
|
involving midgets and
|
three toed sloths
|
that hung from
|
the grape vine
|
as it swayed
|
, frayed, and dismayed
|
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