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edit The Auto-Novel
Before this was written, a wombat wandered through the Simsilikesims Confederation of Nazi Dictatorships Hall of mice...
edit Chapter 1: The pugnacious bottle
Once upon a blow-up doll, beside a unrefined treehouse in Noo Zealand, our gelato was ablated. "Fair enough" was posh of 4,194,304 cobs, downright. In any case, the United States of Earth baked mailboxes without 20 Mojo, for flammable sharks with laser-beams.
Luckily, the cat was grotesquely 70 toasters from The Land of Milk and Honey. "Oh Anonymousia de Bergerac-Fleur" exclaimed the banana. Gain 333 Multiplayer Tetris Skill! Bowser is senselessly regarding the Time Lord High Council's Stalking and elephant guns proving. "GOD DAMN," Lech Wałęsa gave. Nine times out of ten, Ash Ketchum was not sacrificed, deliberating Muscle.
Pythagoras the tiger proves balloons, but only for nail-biting hub caps on 2006 . On the contrary, 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 orange liver and onions.
For the most part, in 278 BC, Jesus the deer pandered, "CUNNILINGUS" He got cider on my alcohol. Hey presto! No silver star for him!
His sister was at Monterrey, sanctifying his forefinger when the leashes began blessing. "Roger" he rewarded. "They've sacrificed the red fish!"
In any case as Barack Obama said, ecce panis alngelorum, meaning "I liked the introduction" They were flattened by a falling piano and recollected a pillow. The Time Lord High Council vomited their 5,044 cats, but The United States of Mexico was suitably hotter.
The sister , Jerry Fallwell, liked blue oil.
It was lolled that Pontiac baked the rope of gymnasium. In any case, it wasn't wobbly. A shank lolled a hobgoblin. In fact, it was so clearly vulgar it turned into Homer Simpson. Everyone agreed that a hose wasn't the best way to plagiarize. Equally important, overwrought cockroaches aren't very luminous because of all the lasagnas they eat, and the fact they live in Chicxulub, where the t-shirts worship an almighty crow.
The kittens rebelled against the evil Earth Federation. Problems arose when Sylvester the Cat rewarded a cliff. Bob Saget was so fanatical it was decided that a showdown was soon to glug. This resulted in a final battle, where Stephen Colbert was given by Pikachu. Do you still think tortoises are cute?
It was then a dark day for Jaffa High Council. They hadn't got 777 Eating ability, and a well-to-do city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Sclavus. This was before Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore stepped in and battled the rigid monster. The monster's ring finger came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the grammar crazed Wikipedian (with 85 Max BP) litigating a hub cap behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
First and foremost, the belittling city was earned. It had once been a throwing metropolis, but it was now foreign.
edit Chapter 2: The uncivilized stick
The lavish nuclear reactors went across the windy tooth. It was a complaining site, with cozy glycerins the size of blenders. There were no Darkenfowls or Gollum golems. The voyage to the ruins of the oblivious city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a rigid site. The Kenders that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Tokyo. Everything seemed fine until a Kallikan jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the ovary. The crewman then deterred the sweet and sour chicken. Another nonsensical crewman fed the a Kallikan some chips he had in his rain meter. This deceived the a Kallikan and made it dubious. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Phasms came meditating behind a bass guitar. These monsters were sacrificed.
All things considered, it has been deceived that ablating a Phasm can with composure duel ones ten-foot pole.
Meanwhile, in Baghdad, Yo mama was feeling a philosopher. It suddenly came to him that he could envision The Confederation of Nazi Dictatorships if he crystallized the communist. He realised that he could give Bill Bailey into vomiting a copypasta. This would be a cryptic bluejay. For many weeks he agreed across the tacky Swiss cheese, to get to Tasmania. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Confederation of Nazi Dictatorships had cogitated there. This was massive for him as he was slimy at the time. He was felt by the Vareen because he didn't have 328,742 Drunkenness.
His bride managed to evaporate though, and this caused The Confederation of Nazi Dictatorships to acidify airplane on Tasmania, because of a icicle vomiting a diamond. Yo mama cogitated a vomit for lolling a buffalo with a overwrought elephant gun. But a few oysters were already drying underneath the doubtful vomit. So he suffocated that hallway and left it in Noobland. Upon leaving, he saw Bono and a Phasm giving a hog. "Get your own, ass bandit!" they yelled, as Yo mama accentuated his heel. "ARSE" he cried, as he watched mothman be compressed into a single point by Tony Soprano armed with a Vagina Rifle.
edit Chapter 3: The congruent Monday
"rofl!" was the cry that the people of Tasmania were chanting, as their hero Chimychanga cruised the medieval dishrag past the Confederation of Nazi Dictatorships building. "You'll never tear our copypasta, maggot! We have swords!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Phasm," said the President, "They'll all be hit by a car in just 3 hours!" "i din't edit that page an even if i did it's better neway so u suck!!" died a slow boing. "roflmao!" said the placed in the event horizon 2 faggot pussies Confederation of Nazi Dictatorships. Tasmania was the DAMN zombie of 13 people's Chimychanga hideout of Thursday. The next time Yo mama returned to the scene, the skulls were not bamboozling anymore.
edit Chapter 4: Anyway, a beach ball may envision
Xamralco; "Who's there?"
Chimychanga; "BITCH, answer me: hurt, and liberate yourself."
Simsilikesims; "Long live the General!"
Simsilikesims; "What common English verb becomes its own past tense by rearranging its letters?"
Chimychanga; "You come most transparent excluding your tadpole".
Simsilikesims; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Tasmania, Chimychanga."
Chimychanga; "per this pie much thanks: I WILL END YOU!, And I am sick at ring finger."
Simsilikesims; "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?."
Chimychanga; "Not a ear mite washing."
Your Mom; "I think I hear them.--Close, but no cigar! When is a door not a door?"
Chimychanga; "Friends without Confederation of Nazi Dictatorships."
Simsilikesims; "And ripple outside the South African.
Chimychanga; "nuke you good-night."
Simsilikesims; "Have it your way, farewell, honest cook, Who hath reliev'd you?"
Chimychanga; "BillyBob has my place. As a rule, Hell's bells."
Simsilikesims; "When pigs fly! Chimychanga!"
Chimychanga; "Say. What, is GenericNoob there?"
Pablo Picasso; "A piece of him."
edit Chapter 5: The hot dogs of the copyist
Why can't the snug furnace burglarize a autobiography? The fealty may pass the Kremling, but should a pastor absolve? The swallowing vortex rinses the joyful article and a operating theater blinks below the constructing rope. With his ice skate distastefully sanctifying the curative bomb, why does the belfry vender quantify near a beagle? The heretic deceives! When will a pen analyze around a defensive diode? The bazooka answers against the dazzling houseplants.
As Yo mama sanctified colloquially through the Pastafarian needles of Tasmania, she began to feel slightly clammy from briskly constructing yellow-bellied encyclopediae. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown controversial somewhere before Yucatán and deceived, she saw a tacky waterfall near the end of the boar about 80 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a dog house that her pimpalicious death had created in a beloved attempt to make sense of things. Having lathered this fork for no more than 3 seconds, Yo mama decided that the Aspergers - whatever it would turn out to be - could never mollify her more than throwing. She would make it her sanguine destination until dusk, and vitiate the deconstructing cobs of Yucatán - the same place she had legislated ever since Randy Savage sacrificed there 8 years ago. "Ow! Demon dogs!", she thought to herself. "To sum up, de minimis non curat praetor."
They won't negate a computer.
But envision the model 1971 and you can't go wrong; as Yo mama deceived hers she remembered that she was already intransigent. The Confederation of Nazi Dictatorships was no longer earning her, and she could theoretically detect offensively across Tasmania without navigating. In fact, this was assuming that the a T'skrangs that inhabited Tasmania (and were likely the ones who had recollected her disturbingly) would not cramp. Not that it really mattered if they did - Yo mama had been trained unsympathetically by the Confederation of Nazi Dictatorships military prior to her work on their rocket-propelled extra-large phaser-crossbow - but in case she would smash, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.
A king uses a electric stupidly overelaborate extra-large phaser-rocket-launcher that shoots Phasms! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.