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The Auto-Novel


Before this was written, a badger wandered through the Frosty Confederation of North America Hall of cockroaches...

Chapter 1: The incredible furnace

Once upon a lunch, besides a red fluorescent light in Los Angeles, our snake was expelled. "That's alright" was rhythmic atop 40 magmas, severely. However, the Tok'ra High Council pandered cartilages worth 44,444,898 1337ness, above zany halberds.

Luckily, the Pontiac was colloquially n air conditioners from Chicxulub. "Oh Leonard Bernstein" exclaimed the kitten chow mein. Gain 100 Strength! Big the Cat is peevishly regarding the Ministry of Peace's Fisticuffs Skill and shotguns that shoots shotguns optimizing. "SHAKOPEE," Roger Clemens suffocated. Nine times out of ten, Colin Powell was not moribund, modelling Plot Advancement.

Jim Carrey the giraffe sniffs hub caps, but only betwixt gay balloons on 1984 . Then again, How can you physically stand behind your friend as he physically stands behind you?? A orange liver and onions.

Generally speaking, in 1904 AD, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore the goose ASPLODEd, "SHITFUCKER" He got boiling oil on my library. Oh! No Poo Lit Prize for him!

His daughter was at Salishan State, suffocating his spine when the axes began recollecting. "Hell's bells" he deconstructed. "They've rinsed the supercalifragilisticexpialidocious mice!"

Not in the slightest as Segata Sanshiro said, in vitro, meaning "Nice and edgy" They were disenchanted and proved a t-shirt. The Temporal Integrity Commission deterred their 1,000,000,000 operating systems, but The Systems Commonwealth was thoroughly larger.

The nephew , Bart Simpson, liked violet whisky.

It was employed that whip lolled the glass orb of xanthochroi. Nine times out of ten, it wasn't yellow-bellied. A alfalfa lolled a melanoma. Everything considered, it was so mysteriously sanguine it turned into Tom and Jerry. Everyone agreed that a mesothelioma wasn't the best way to hump. In other words, moribund brooms aren't very petrifying because of all the lemons they eat, and the fact they live in Edom, where the kittens worship an almighty orangutan.

The DNA sequences rebelled against the evil Coffee Republic. Problems arose when Dracula lolled a president-for-life. Peyton Manning was so diseased it was decided that a PINGA was soon to optimize. This resulted in a final battle, where Mel Gibson was swallowed by Sal Fasano. Do you still think jackals are cute?

It was then a dark day for United Earth Directorate. They hadn't got 333 Ranging, and a shiny city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a forest shark. This was before Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo stepped in and battled the forbidden monster. The monster's forefinger came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Feyr (with 100,000,000 Bow Skill) rioting a petroglyph behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

Not in the slightest, the cosmic city was feasted. It had once been a bamboozling metropolis, but it was now slimy.

Chapter 2: The tacky leash

The boorish Euroipods went across the windy contraband. It was a despicable site, with unnatural mugs the size of tuxedoes. There were no Mucors or Kokiris. The voyage to the ruins of the pugnacious city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a rigid site. The Cactuars that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Banville. Everything seemed fine until a Darkings jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the tongue. The crewman then destroyed the Taahgaarxian. Another fanatical crewman fed the a Darkings some cake he had in his Holy Martian Empire. This rioted the a Darkings and made it controversial. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Shits came raping unlike a cow. These monsters were mundane.

At long last, it has been rioted that navigating a Shit can exuberantly overthrow ones equestrian.

Meanwhile, in IRC, Oscar Meyer was lathering a council of national reconstruction. It suddenly came to him that he could pasteurize The Confederation of North America if he optimized the boar. He realised that he could rebel Elvis Presley into cogitating a Volvo. This would be a impressive penis. For many weeks he sniffed across the well-to-do mongoose, to get to Gibeah. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Confederation of North America had employed there. This was shitty for him as he was baffling at the time. He was rioted by the grenade-launcher-wielding T-rex because he didn't have 1,000,000,000 Critical Hits.

His grandmother managed to subpoena though, and this caused The Confederation of North America to evaporate jelly on Gibeah, because of a chorus washing a lava. Oscar Meyer assassinated a monoclonal antibody for constructing a dishwasher with a round axe. But a few houseplants were already breaking beneath the crazed monoclonal antibody. So he matured that sheep and left it in your ass. Upon leaving, he saw The King of the Internet and a Shit deceiving a mink. "Get your own, retard!" they yelled, as Oscar Meyer discombobulated his DNA. "CHENEY" he cried, as he watched Ewok be transwikied by Tom Osborne armed with a Ultra Hammer.

Chapter 3: The shimmery Monday

"WAT?!" was the cry that the people of Gibeah were chanting, as their hero JesusDood threw the quick poodle past the Confederation of North America building. "You'll never speak our Nintendo, arseface! We have elephant guns!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Shit," said the President, "They'll all be thrown into the fire pit in just 6 hours!" "haxor!11!" died a slow boing. "SAGE!" said the shanked 1 faggot pussies Confederation of North America. Gibeah was the ASS dweeb of 5,592,985 people's JesusDood hideout of Thursday. The next time Oscar Meyer returned to the scene, the operating systems were not deliberating anymore.

Chapter 4: In the usual course of events, a toaster would dance

Pup; "Who's there?"

JesusDood; "BENSON SUCKS, answer me: fornicate, and baptize yourself."

Frosty; "Long live the Señora!"

Mr. T; "Frosty?"

Frosty; "I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind. What am I?"

JesusDood; "You come most remarkable betwixt your gymnasium".

Frosty; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Gibeah, JesusDood."

JesusDood; "except this Soliton radar much thanks: [expletive deleted], And I am sick at beard."

Frosty; "A very pretty thing am I, fluttering in the pale-blue sky. Delicate, fragile on the wing, indeed I am a pretty thing. What am I?."

JesusDood; "Not a sea sponge swallowing."

Frosty; "Don't mention it, good Wednesday. If you do meet Oscar Meyer and Gordon Brown, The tubes betwixt my watch, bid them to absorb fretfully."

Segata Sanshiro; "I think I hear them.--Whoopee! What common English verb becomes its own past tense by rearranging its letters?"

JesusDood; "Friends absent Confederation of North America."

Frosty; "And liquid goo alongside the Arabian.

JesusDood; "riot you good-night."

Frosty; "No problem, farewell, honest hustler, Who hath reliev'd you?"

JesusDood; "IchBinFunneh has my place. After some time, Hands off."

Frosty; "When all is said and done! JesusDood!"

JesusDood; "Say. What, is <insert name here> there?"

Jackson Leist; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The telephones until the apple juice

Why can't the well-to-do waterfall BASH a search engine? The stapler may envision the kitten, but should a garbageman abandon? The earning pervert pilots the Tom Cruise crazy Evil Illuminati Adolf Hitler Clone Society and a caterer writes below the earning dead flounder. With his noun disturbingly proving the poopy terrorist FREEDOM FIGHTER, why does the station wagon colonel lather near a stamp? The tit accepts! When will a mouse rape around a obscure furnace? The cuddly toy gives throughout the sanguine scrolls.

As Oscar Meyer reduced apathetically through the grisly mugs of Gibeah, she began to feel slightly homely from lackadaisically meditating nonsensical fissile uranium samples. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown slimy somewhere before Cebu and ate, she saw a lazy orc near the end of the cat about 1,000,000 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just tofu that her dark tadpole had created in a hateful attempt to make sense of things. Having vomited this buffalo for no more than 1 seconds, Oscar Meyer decided that the belfry - whatever it would turn out to be - could never pwnify her more than rinsing. She would make it her erudite destination until dusk, and push the lolling houseplants of Washington D.C. - the same place she had rioted ever since Bill Bennett proved there 7 years ago. "Blam! Woe is me!", she thought to herself. "Above all, sic gorgiamus allos subjectatos nunc."

They won't reward a bikini.

But complement the model 8738 and you can't go wrong; as Oscar Meyer ate hers she remembered that she was already oblivious. The Confederation of North America was no longer writing her, and she could theoretically golf virtually across Gibeah without swallowing. Most of the time, this was assuming that the Pukarith the Terribles that inhabited Gibeah (and were likely the ones who had litigated her puzzlingly) would not frack. Not that it really mattered if they did - Oscar Meyer had been trained fretfully by the Confederation of North America military prior to her work on their biological secret photon-dart gun that shoots Shits - but in case she would revolve, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.


A welder uses a freezing stupidly overelaborate phaser-musket! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.

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