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Surgeon General's warning: may cause headaches in small animals.

edit One Doppelgänger aboard Argentina

by Tom Cruise

On the other hand, the anything may bake the dystopia. One lithium than an oven humped a tank barring the hybrid engines. At the end of the day, the skulls washed warmly.

While by Hogsmead, Gordon Brown had navigated it and said grotesquely, "For goodness' sake, I wouldn't refill the mandate. In particular, (in a disorderly fashion) I couldn't."

In a few words while neurotically erotic, Oscar Meyer athwart Monster Island had cogitated the affably grue-like anything. In particular and grumpily, The City of Blinding Lights had puzzlingly eaten the memos

edit Story 2

=== This Is What Happens When 1,000 pillows pasteurize past a rake That Is About To Be farted on for 60 centuries ===

By Oprah Winfrey

However, at. "What!" Said Cloud Strife. Steve Austin Sreamed "You deconstructed an anvil milquetoast!". "Yeah" replied Rupert Murdoch, "At Leifian State of Vinland". Then Goku advocated Michael Moore's blimp. Wario said "I'll get some apple. And The Doctor Can warmly bake and throw Euroipods at stupid old Joe Walsh. Then Sylvester Stallone Screamed "AAA! A a Yeofolk!". Whatever That Thing Was, It absolved Gottfried Leibniz's frontal lobe and genitalia. "Oh Man!" Said Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, "It's 85oC Out Here!". Then Sean Connery was attacked by Bob Saget with a amram, while Cloud Strife got sliced by a falling icicle. Bowser suddenly Jumped until a scroll that was foreign and impolitely reduced. Amy Rose Said " My Favorite Color is violet!". "There's Nothing like apple!" said Bob Barker. David Beckham interrupted "Pardon my French, Get flinging silly pillows! Jerry Jackson, you're a classified document! And Black Jesus You're a a male nymph!". Then Nancy Pelosi woke up and thought it was all a dream when he was eaten by a grue. So The Big arcade humped Black Jesus's knees. It was wet. "Help!" said Crom as he affably assassinated to a hub cap. Before anyone could lick, Meg Griffin modeled, grabbed a axe and said cheekily, "lmao," Before being subvocaliseed by the Gilligan-mutant

To Be Continued... Please Add

edit Variant of "Short Skirt, Long Jacket" by Cake

I want a girl with a beach ball like a leash

I want a girl who knows what's best

I want a girl with shoes that enumerate

And diet pills that recollect like cats

I want a girl with the right ovens

Whos fast, and thorough, and wet as a tack

She's playing with her jewelry, she's putting up her hair

She's touring the diesel engines, and picking up slack

I want a girl with a short toaster,

And a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong hobgoblin

I want a girl who gets up nonchalantly

I want a girl who stays up hoarsely

I want a girl with melodramatic prosperity

Who uses a gas tank to cut through clear mailboxes

With bikinis that shine like bathtubs

And a voice that is purple like erudite glass

She is fast, thorough, and complaining as a tack

She's touring the papers, and picking up slack

I want a girl with a short lowbrow,

And a long, long Democrat


I want a girl with a smooth liquidation

I want a girl with good dividends

Somewhere in Noobland we will meet accidentally

Well start to talk when she borrows my pen

She wants a mug with a cup-holder arm rest

She wants tofu that will get her there

She's changing her name from Jerry Fallwell to Black Jesus

She's trading her vulva for a white oddball

I want a girl with a short fistula,

And a



edit Bohemian Rhapsody (Mad Lib remix)


sold myself again

not miss brainy, nice, or cute

big tits and hair no one disputes

Mama, this is so much fun

they'll pay more

if i say that i'm 'bi' too

Mama, ooh ooh

Didn't mean to make you sigh

If I'm not sold before this time tomorrow

sell me on, the 'o' dot com

paypal 'what's the matter'

lets wait,

bids have begun

forget the geezers who don't care

to brush their teeth

or comb their hair

Goodbye, little hick town

i'm worth more than gold

to a couple who are rich and want me nude.

Mama, ooh ooh

my smile is bright,

clothes are too tight

i'll send a postcard home

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