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edit The Auto-Novel
Before this was written, a chimpanzee wandered through the Frosty Holy Roman Empire Hall of organs...
edit Chapter 1: The emaciated muff
Once upon a milk, beyond a fanatical cigarette in Africaland, our oddball was cured. "Big deal" was straight on 69 mice, to a great degree. In most cases, the Banana Republic cured hybrid engines amid 998,001 Staff Skill, before explosive bow and arrow.
Luckily, the lentil soup was cryptically 1,000 skulls from New Jersey. "Oh Pee-wee Herman" exclaimed the Kremling. Gain 25 Defense! Fidel Castro is rabidly regarding the Systems Commonwealth's Mace Skill and swords curing. "MR. DRESSUP CAN KISS MY ASS!," Gordon Brown meditated. After some time, Condoleeza Rice was not buffoon-like, deporting Agility.
Jerry Fallwell the aardvark dries violoncelli, but only above malevolent violi on 2006 . In contrast, I dig out tiny caves, and store gold and silver in them. I also build bridges of silver and make crowns of gold. They are the smallest you could imagine. Sooner or later everybody needs my help, yet many people are afraid to let me help them. Who am I?? A burgundy cheese.
Especially, in 47 BC, Jesus Christ the jellyfish dried, "NIGGER" He got tea on my MIDI controller. Roger! No Nobel prize for him!
His nephew was at Yucatán, washing his uterus when the leashes began drying. "Woohoo" he cured. "They've sanctified the Tom Cruise crazy gas tanks!"
In the usual course of events as Your Mom said, gaudeamus igitur, meaning "Gooooooood" They were locked in the cyanide and happiness room and beheaded a tire. The Galactic Empire DELETED! their 300 oysters, but The United States of Earth was insufficiently dirtier.
The cousin , SEHS, liked white chloroform.
It was cruised that pencil blessed the toboggan of crusher. Everything considered, it wasn't Nobel prize-winning. A computer broken a iPod. Everything considered, it was so ruthlessly bare it turned into The King of the Internet. Everyone agreed that a tong wasn't the best way to pwn. As a rule, bulbous petroglyphs aren't very sheer because of all the hams they eat, and the fact they live in Shoshone Kingdom, where the lawn mowers worship an almighty oryx.
The bananas rebelled against the evil Ministry of Love. Problems arose when Benedict Arnold cruised a Wii. Elvis Presley was so putrefying it was decided that a lobby was soon to delete. This resulted in a final battle, where Donald Duck was washed by Albert Einstein. Do you still think lions are cute?
It was then a dark day for Obsidian Order. They hadn't got 5 Fletching, and a cosmic city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Jhovall. This was before Adolf Hitler stepped in and battled the colossal monster. The monster's duodenum came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Nantuko (with 55 Sexiness) legislating a vulva behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
To cut a long story short, the unreliable city was sniffed. It had once been a deliberating metropolis, but it was now sheer.
edit Chapter 2: The red knickknack
The ugly search engines went across the windy loser. It was a grue-like site, with shimmery magmas the size of boats. There were no Mymbles or Nerubians. The voyage to the ruins of the naked city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a contrived site. The Game Over elementals that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Nagasaki. Everything seemed fine until a hamster with a bazooka jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the Achilles' tendon. The crewman then absorbed the sheep. Another infectious crewman fed the a hamster with a bazooka some dumpling he had in his microwave. This gave the a hamster with a bazooka and made it megalomaniacal. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Sauruss came ablating astride a chromosome. These monsters were dead.
Most of the time, it has been deceived that deconstructing a Saurus can brazenly oscitate ones apple juice.
Meanwhile, in Sweet Home Alabama, Pythagoras was plagiarizing a railing. It suddenly came to him that he could disintegrate The Holy Roman Empire if he abandoned the domino. He realised that he could weazen Sterling Morton into swallowing a band. This would be a scanty kitten. For many weeks he rinsed across the opaque funeral, to get to Noobland. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Holy Roman Empire had constructed there. This was sanguine for him as he was fanatical at the time. He was cogitated by the Blood Elf because he didn't have 25 Jump Height.
His ex-wife managed to speak though, and this caused The Holy Roman Empire to spit quetzal on Noobland, because of a llama proving a liquidation. Pythagoras earned a love for sanctifying a rucksack with a peculiar tank. But a few papers were already agreeing save the poopy love. So he abandoned that diet coke and left it in Mount Everest. Upon leaving, he saw Amy Rose and a Saurus rioting a pigeon. "Get your own, doofus!" they yelled, as Pythagoras meditated his kidney. "CAMBODIAN NATIONAL ANTHEM" he cried, as he watched Umlaut monster be flushed down, down, down by Nancy Pelosi armed with a Chuck norris.
edit Chapter 3: The puzzling Thursday
"ur gay. lol!" was the cry that the people of Noobland were chanting, as their hero CoolGuy humped the shimmery pork chop past the Holy Roman Empire building. "You'll never fling our Taahgaarxian, scum! We have imitation fake vomits!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Saurus," said the President, "They'll all be outsmarted by a 5th grader in just 8 hours!" "wtf that is so gay!!!11!" died a slow boing. "lol!" said the drownded 8 faggot pussies Holy Roman Empire. Noobland was the PISS ARTIST super mega bitch of 333 people's CoolGuy hideout of Sunday. The next time Pythagoras returned to the scene, the Euroipods were not navigating anymore.
edit Chapter 4: In conclusion, a diesel engine can't receive
Romartus; "Who's there?"
CoolGuy; "TITTYWANK, answer me: frack, and explicate yourself."
Frosty; "Long live the PC!"
Frosty; "What is it that, after you take away the whole, some still remains?"
CoolGuy; "You come most curative onto your temple".
Frosty; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Noobland, CoolGuy."
CoolGuy; "within this copypasta much thanks: SHITE, And I am sick at eyeball."
Frosty; "Why was six afraid of seven?."
CoolGuy; "Not a grasshopper vomiting."
Sonic the Hedgehog; "I think I hear them.--Okay! Give me food, and I will live; give me water, and I will die. What am I?"
CoolGuy; "Friends until Holy Roman Empire."
Frosty; "And muff for the Greek.
CoolGuy; "remix you good-night."
Frosty; "OMG!, farewell, honest governor, Who hath reliev'd you?"
CoolGuy; "GenericNoob has my place. Equally important, Have it your way."
Frosty; "Over my dead body! CoolGuy!"
CoolGuy; "Say. What, is HarryPotterFan there?"
Dracula; "A piece of him."
edit Chapter 5: The nunchucks up the diesel engine
Why can't the no-frills love seizurize a Mexican wave? The squid may give the graffiti, but should a cabbie w00t? The employing hadron alerts the shiny igloo and a leaking roof backs up below the constructing knickknack. With his baseball bat clearly rioting the nonsensical sarcophagus, why does the lunch queen pass near a tractor? The Cadillac deceives! When will fissile uranium absolve around a exotic curry? The article rinses round the hairy balloons.
As Pythagoras expelled brutally through the heterosexual balloons of Noobland, she began to feel slightly dubious from easily lathering lavish lubricants. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown malevolent somewhere before Somewhere and expelled, she saw a dark lowbrow near the end of the lubricant about 80 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a banana that her clammy idiot had created in a rickety attempt to make sense of things. Having cruised this whip for no more than 7 seconds, Pythagoras decided that the quetzal - whatever it would turn out to be - could never hear her more than legislating. She would make it her tawdry destination until dusk, and delay the litigating tofus of The City of Blinding Lights - the same place she had sacrificed ever since Britney Spears rinsed there 3 years ago. "Blam! When Hell freezes over!", she thought to herself. "At long last, absit iniuria verbis."
They won't deter magma.
But toast the model 2758 and you can't go wrong; as Pythagoras DELETED! hers she remembered that she was already puce. The Holy Roman Empire was no longer navigating her, and she could theoretically employ bitterly across Noobland without recollecting. After a long wait, this was assuming that the an old memes that inhabited Noobland (and were likely the ones who had earned her relentlessly) would not deconstruct. Not that it really mattered if they did - Pythagoras had been trained (in a drab manner) by the Holy Roman Empire military prior to her work on their electric biological double-ultra super megaquantum-minigun that shoots Sauruss - but in case she would frack, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.
A umpire uses a paralyzing ballistic rough bow that shoots Sauruss! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.