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edit The Auto-Novel
Before this was written, a sasquatch wandered through the Frosty Jaffa High Council Hall of airplanes...
edit Chapter 1: The curative peanut
Once upon a deviant, except a common nexus in Beijing, our jellybean was lolled. "Cheers" was coruscating before 7,705,657,143 DNA sequences, cheekily. At long last, the United Citizen Federation baked tires between 61,344,632 Wound Resistance, up lavish shotguns.
Luckily, the cardboard box was puzzlingly 25 cadavers from The City of Blinding Lights. "Oh Sal Fasano" exclaimed the toboggan. Gain 9,324 Jump Height! Michael Moore is occasionally regarding the Ministry of Truth's Mojo and tanks freezing. "DOUCHE," Homer Simpson gave. Furthermore, Harry Potter© was not depressed, vomiting Wiki Formatting.
Segata Sanshiro the mink litigates tomatoes, but only opposite yellow-bellied boats on 1986 . Above all, Hands she has but does not hold, teeth she has but does not bite, feet she has but they are cold, eyes she has but without sight. Who is she?? A vomit colored egg.
After some time, in 3759 BC, Kermit the Frog the lion modeled, "FUCKSTAIN" He got port on my nostalgia. Over my dead body! No trip for two to United Caddoan States for him!
His bride was at Hopi Socialist Republic, deliberating his mustache when the needles began rinsing. "Close, but no cigar" he eaten. "They've ablated the opaque papers!"
Eventually as Mario said, annuit cœptis, meaning "Because I'm vainglorious and I have no soul." They were Flamethrower'd and ASPLODEd an oven. The Confederation of Nazi Dictatorships cogitated their Q and 1/2 bathtubs, but The Aztec Empire was heartlessly more invincible.
The husband , The King of the Internet, liked crimson red wine.
It was recollected that 20-hit combo suffocated the apple of petroglyph. To sum up, it wasn't erudite. A sweet and sour chicken quantified a showdown. At the end of the day, it was so warmly sexy it turned into Bart Simpson. Everyone agreed that a domino wasn't the best way to problematize. Then again, despicable white boys aren't very foul because of all the chipss they eat, and the fact they live in South Africa, where the options worship an almighty clam.
The staplers rebelled against the evil Polish Inquisition. Problems arose when Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo eaten a igloo. Clara Bow was so egregious it was decided that a blasphemy was soon to bomb. This resulted in a final battle, where Natalie Portman was employed by Leonard Bernstein. Do you still think mooses are cute?
It was then a dark day for Aztec Empire. They hadn't got 250,000 Max MP, and a remarkable city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Genasi. This was before Naruto stepped in and battled the ugly monster. The monster's left buttock came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Qullan (with 13,131,313,131,313,131,313,131,313 Attack) maturing a graffiti behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
After some time, the malevolent city was written. It had once been a agreeing metropolis, but it was now gay.
The equivalent toasters went across the windy Kirby. It was a putrefying site, with enormous mugs the size of violi. There were no Bullhead Goblins or Rotworms. The voyage to the ruins of the contrived city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a cheap site. The Deathtraps that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Hiroshima. Everything seemed fine until a hamster with a bazooka jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the heel. The crewman then destroyed the baseball bat. Another nude crewman fed the a hamster with a bazooka some cake he had in his fat. This reduced the a hamster with a bazooka and made it naked. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Dauthis came lathering above a monorail. These monsters were dubious.
Likewise, it has been pandered that giving a Dauthi can haphazardly affiliate ones apple.
Meanwhile, in Samaria, Hillary Clinton was deconstructing a soundboard. It suddenly came to him that he could sniff The Jaffa High Council if he bamboozled the cowbell. He realised that he could give Mr. Freeze into lathering a pea soup. This would be a unrefined magma. For many weeks he expelled across the mundane number, to get to Springfield. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Jaffa High Council had agreed there. This was joyful for him as he was foreign at the time. He was sanctified by the Aasimon because he didn't have 40 Constitution.
His daughter managed to affiliate though, and this caused The Jaffa High Council to plagiarize blah on Springfield, because of a Pokémon swallowing a hobgoblin. Hillary Clinton bamboozled a clavicle for navigating a cutlass with a crazed axe. But a few skulls were already throwing before the sizable clavicle. So he analyzed that pool table and left it in Toronto. Upon leaving, he saw Bowser and a Dauthi destroying a chicken. "Get your own, dingleberry!" they yelled, as Hillary Clinton navigated his solar plexus. "SPICY CUNT FUCK" he cried, as he watched Dragon be disassembled by Dr. Phil armed with a axe.
edit Chapter 3: The jocular The day after Tomorrow
"fagget!" was the cry that the people of Springfield were chanting, as their hero HarryPotterFan advocated the enormous spermicide past the Jaffa High Council building. "You'll never glug our dog house, prick! We have torpedos!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Dauthi," said the President, "They'll all be timeshifted to Sept. 31 in just 2 hours!" "HATE HATE HAT!!!" died a slow boing. "Uncyclopedia is the worst!!1!" said the hit by a Care Bear Stare 3 faggot pussies Jaffa High Council. Springfield was the GOBSHITE meanie head of 95 people's HarryPotterFan hideout of The day after Tomorrow. The next time Hillary Clinton returned to the scene, the memos were not modelling anymore.
edit Chapter 4: Then again, a stapler can hump
ChiefjusticeDS; "Who's there?"
HarryPotterFan; "ASSHOLE, answer me: feast, and frack yourself."
Frosty; "Long live the Miss!"
Frosty; "You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows. What is it?"
HarryPotterFan; "You come most bloody among your YouTube Poop".
Frosty; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Springfield, HarryPotterFan."
HarryPotterFan; "onto this Mexican wave much thanks: SLOPE, And I am sick at calf."
Frosty; "The more there is the less you see. What is it?."
HarryPotterFan; "Not a leopard rioting."
Elisha Cuthbert; "I think I hear them.--Damn! A father's child, a mother's child, yet no one's son. Who am I?"
HarryPotterFan; "Friends until Jaffa High Council."
Frosty; "And gork upon the Lithuanian.
HarryPotterFan; "oscitate you good-night."
Frosty; "Whoopee, farewell, honest bishop, Who hath reliev'd you?"
HarryPotterFan; "GenericNoob has my place. More than ever, Don't mention it."
Frosty; "Watch out! HarryPotterFan!"
HarryPotterFan; "Say. What, is Nintendoroulez there?"
Dave Chapelle; "A piece of him."
edit Chapter 5: The kittens given the bamboo
Why can't the megalomaniacal titty swallow a railing? The Goblin Glider may swallow the council of national reconstruction, but should a clerk freeze? The modelling keyboard blinks the contagious cutting board and a petroglyph cogitates below the proving chessboard. With his neverland badly plagiarizing the pyrrhic blah, why does the chessboard umpire feast near a operating system? The snowflake removes! When will a scroll swim around a cosmic steak dinner? The zoot suit attempts toward the oblivious magmas.
As Hillary Clinton ate senselessly through the mediocre centrifuges of Springfield, she began to feel slightly yellow from noisily drying hateful papers. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown laughable somewhere before The Glorious Land of the Great Underground Empire and gave, she saw a cheery rain meter near the end of the noun about -∞ feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a hairball that her pimpalicious brisket had created in a mundane attempt to make sense of things. Having deceived this sweet and sour chicken for no more than 5 seconds, Hillary Clinton decided that the centrifuge - whatever it would turn out to be - could never jam her more than suffocating. She would make it her exotic destination until dusk, and pwnify the cogitating iron curtains of Kentucky - the same place she had modeled ever since Michael Jordan gave there 2 years ago. "Blam! For Pete's sake!", she thought to herself. "As a rule, beatus homo qui invenit sapientiam."
They won't subtract a salad fork.
But fart the model 5361 and you can't go wrong; as Hillary Clinton employed hers she remembered that she was already pimpalicious. The Jaffa High Council was no longer optimizing her, and she could theoretically rape haphazardly across Springfield without rioting. In contrast to this, this was assuming that the a Cactuars that inhabited Springfield (and were likely the ones who had earned her affably) would not pasteurize. Not that it really mattered if they did - Hillary Clinton had been trained crazily by the Jaffa High Council military prior to her work on their poisonous armour-piercing laser-glue gun - but in case she would rinse, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.
A wizard uses a exploding armour-piercing rough laser-musket! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.