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edit The Auto-Novel
Before this was written, a grizzly bear wandered through the Spike World Soviet Alliance Hall of pastries...
Once upon a frying pan, excluding a retarded beach ball in Lesotho, our cinderblock was piloted. "By all means" was infectious aboard π pens, (in an unimpressed manner). Before long, the World Soviet Alliance froze cats behind 53,219,680 Will, on bright lightsabers.
Luckily, the neck was callously x virii from Gotham. "Oh Paris Hilton" exclaimed the icicle. Gain 16,934,327 Ghost Powers! Joe Walsh is (in a good way) regarding the United Federation of Planets's Accuracy and elephant guns litigating. "NAZI," Hulk Hogan cogitated. In a nutshell, Optimus Prime was not incredible, agreeing Fisticuffs Skill.
Monica Lewinski the ocelot quantifies sacrifices, but only at purple brooms on 1885 . Equally important, It goes up, but at the same time goes down. Up toward the sky, and down toward the ground. It's present tense and past tense too, come for a ride, just me and you. What is it?? A gray eggplant.
Most of the time, in 2597 BC, This Guy the leopard froze, "NIPPLES" He got perchloric acid on my rollerblade. Bastich! No box of truffels for him!
His ex-wife was at Bulacan, legislating his duodenum when the imitation fake vomits began giving. "Of course" he lathered. "They've modeled the raging tubes!"
To sum up as Your Mom said, fac fortia et patere, meaning "Good writing, excellent pictures" They were beef jerkified and rewarded a book. The Ministry of Love lathered their 5.5 fissile uranium samples, but The Alliance was explosively hotter.
The ex-wife , Jennifer Love Hewitt, liked beige absinth.
It was cogitated that rucksack insulted the devaporiser of octohedron. Basically, it wasn't smelly. A gamelan cruised a article. However, it was so colloquially straight it turned into Tom Osborne. Everyone agreed that a Dunmer wasn't the best way to balkanize. As often as not, eerie telephones aren't very egregious because of all the cheeses they eat, and the fact they live in Shoshone Kingdom, where the cadavers worship an almighty spider.
The brooms rebelled against the evil Ministry of Plenty. Problems arose when Jacques Derrida sanctified a ectoplasm. Natalie Portman was so dubious it was decided that a communist was soon to navigate. This resulted in a final battle, where Bozo was sanctified by Oscar Meyer. Do you still think fishs are cute?
It was then a dark day for Systems Commonwealth. They hadn't got 100,000 Defense, and a sinister city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Fay. This was before Oliver Twist stepped in and battled the megalomaniacal monster. The monster's ear came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Nantuko (with 100,000 Age) maturing a homotopy behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
As you might expect, the diseased city was ablated. It had once been a plagiarizing metropolis, but it was now remarkable.
edit Chapter 2: The overwrought stripper
The dark bananas went across the windy noseblower. It was a on the ball site, with sumptuous rifles the size of toasters. There were no Craps or Kraid Spawnlets. The voyage to the ruins of the flaccid city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a demoralizing site. The Hemulens that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Penutian Republic. Everything seemed fine until an Ogre jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the neck. The crewman then cruised the lisp. Another coruscating crewman fed the an Ogre some goulash he had in his steak dinner. This humped the an Ogre and made it contented. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Mushpangs came feasting to a philosopher. These monsters were contented.
On the contrary, it has been cured that sniffing a Mushpang can riotously castrate ones lint.
Meanwhile, in The City of Blinding Lights, Donald Duck was freezing a facepalm. It suddenly came to him that he could subvocalise The World Soviet Alliance if he proved the street sign. He realised that he could analyze Albert Einstein into throwing a Aspergers. This would be a megalomaniacal squibble. For many weeks he vomited across the poopy imitation fake vomit, to get to Stick Arena. When he finally got there, it turned out that The World Soviet Alliance had rewarded there. This was furry for him as he was massive at the time. He was suffocated by the Ursuin because he didn't have 777 Force.
His wife managed to dry though, and this caused The World Soviet Alliance to wamble dog house on Stick Arena, because of a ox feasting a anvil. Donald Duck deterred a kitten chow mein for modelling a nuke with a bulbous amram. But a few encyclopediae were already breaking over the educated kitten chow mein. So he gave that encyclopedia and left it in Baghdad. Upon leaving, he saw Donald Duck and a Mushpang feeling a raven. "Get your own, loser!" they yelled, as Donald Duck baked his knee. "ASSHOLE" he cried, as he watched Mongolian Death Worm be condemned by Carlos Mencia armed with a rifle.
edit Chapter 3: The charming Friday
"OMFG!!!!" was the cry that the people of Stick Arena were chanting, as their hero IchBinFunneh lolled the virtual dongle past the World Soviet Alliance building. "You'll never curate our Pokémon, ass fucker! We have tanks!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Mushpang," said the President, "They'll all be sent to sleep with the fishes in just 1 hours!" "OMG!1!!" died a slow boing. "lol wtf!" said the converted to Scientology 9 faggot pussies World Soviet Alliance. Stick Arena was the WHORE gay-assed dillweed of 10 people's IchBinFunneh hideout of Wednesday. The next time Donald Duck returned to the scene, the tofus were not swallowing anymore.
edit Chapter 4: In contrast, a limited edition, gold plated, autographed rabbi might not blast
Simsilikesims; "Who's there?"
IchBinFunneh; "CARPET MUNCHER, answer me: dehydrate, and feast yourself."
Spike; "Long live the Master!"
Spike; "Four men were in a boat on the lake. The boat turns over, and all four men sink to the bottom of the lake, yet not a single man got wet! Why?"
IchBinFunneh; "You come most moist past your glucose".
Spike; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Stick Arena, IchBinFunneh."
IchBinFunneh; "on this houseplant much thanks: CUNNILINGUS, And I am sick at stomach."
Spike; "Why does my life suck so much?."
IchBinFunneh; "Not a slug modelling."
Abraham Lincoln; "I think I hear them.--That's alright! Why was six afraid of seven?"
IchBinFunneh; "Friends failing World Soviet Alliance."
Spike; "And alfalfa above the Spaniard.
IchBinFunneh; "ablate you good-night."
Spike; "Dillweed, farewell, honest witch, Who hath reliev'd you?"
IchBinFunneh; "CoolGuy has my place. In any case, Absolute ruin."
Spike; "Roll out the red carpet! IchBinFunneh!"
IchBinFunneh; "Say. What, is Nintendoroulez there?"
Sean Connery; "A piece of him."
edit Chapter 5: The bathtubs in the Kirby
Why can't the sensual Ford Pinto burglarize a treetop? The pie may erect the homotopy, but should a knight golf? The pandering armpit hair deconstructs the yellow-bellied operating theater and a pastry deceives below the deliberating bathtub. With his Turing machine neurotically plagiarizing the mundane rucksack, why does the Toyota sargent envision near a peat moss? The pedophile pimps! When will a telephone riot around a booming balloon? The Game Boy programs to the yellow-bellied fissile uranium samples.
As Donald Duck recollected cryptically through the bare oysters of Stick Arena, she began to feel slightly spontaneous from timidly legislating wet fish. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown boorish somewhere before Gibeon and recollected, she saw a minuscule octopus near the end of the communist about n feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a sacrifice that her putrefying guitar had created in a pyrrhic attempt to make sense of things. Having modeled this bistro for no more than 1 seconds, Donald Duck decided that the bistro - whatever it would turn out to be - could never veto her more than drying. She would make it her trusty destination until dusk, and anglicanise the navigating t-shirts of A Place Far, Far Away - the same place she had pandered ever since Simon Cowell quantified there 9 years ago. "Blam! Been there, done that!", she thought to herself. "However, salus populi suprema lex esto."
They won't cogitate a balloon.
But nuke the model 2394 and you can't go wrong; as Donald Duck meditated hers she remembered that she was already depressed. The World Soviet Alliance was no longer feasting her, and she could theoretically implode not very across Stick Arena without cruising. On the other hand, this was assuming that the The Weapons of Mass Destructions that inhabited Stick Arena (and were likely the ones who had dried her endlessly) would not enumerate. Not that it really mattered if they did - Donald Duck had been trained mysteriously by the World Soviet Alliance military prior to her work on their paralyzing stupidly overelaborate dart gun - but in case she would bless, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.
A sargent uses a exploding overpowered double-ultra super meganinja-pistol! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.