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edit The Auto-Novel
Before this was written, a yeti wandered through the Sockpuppet of an unregistered user Asgard High Council Hall of cartilages...
edit Chapter 1: The charming bingo
Once upon a cellulite, failing a opaque blow-up doll in Zamboanga, our peat moss was dried. "Been there, done that" was cute down 42 pens, raucously. Not in the slightest, the Ministry of Peace recollected rocks between 1.5 Haiku Resistance, amidst contented knives.
Luckily, the possibility was senselessly 119,783,559 memos from Eastern Europe. "Oh Gottfried Leibniz" exclaimed the US Navy aircraft carrier. Gain 85 Eating ability! Bob Saget is apathetically regarding the World Soviet Alliance's Lightning Resistance and tofus cogitating. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST," George W. Bush gave. As you might expect, Chairman Mao was not impressive, rioting Fire Resistance.
Condoleeza Rice the one of You have two cows <option>orangutan feasts tomatoes, but only within despicable houseplants on 0 . More than ever, If three cats catch three mice in three minutes, how many cats would be needed to catch 100 mice in 100 minutes?? A grey quiche.
In a word, in 3970 AD, Freddy Krueger the spider cured, "VANDAL" He got chloroform on my microwave. When all is said and done! No bronze star for him!
His paternal great-great-grandmother was at The Milky Way, constructing his forefinger when the night sticks began throwing. "Holy flerking shnit" he piloted. "They've vomited the well-to-do miscellanious dead things!"
Basically as Joe Walsh said, semper fidelis, meaning "I liked the introduction" They were painted black and vomited a plague. The Aztec Empire reduced their 889 nunchucks, but The Systems Commonwealth was rabidly fresher.
The wife , Timmy Turner, liked clear Bailey's.
It was felt that noun programmed the dead flounder of can opener. Then again, it wasn't common. A comma legislated a horse. Nine times out of ten, it was so nonchalantly boorish it turned into Jack Daniels. Everyone agreed that a xenomorph wasn't the best way to incinerate. Nine times out of ten, rickety sacrifices aren't very clumsy because of all the bananas they eat, and the fact they live in Bouvet Island, where the violoncelli worship an almighty goose.
The mice rebelled against the evil Earth Federation. Problems arose when Katie Holmes matured a Daewoo. Benito Mussolini was so cosmic it was decided that a feng shui was soon to employ. This resulted in a final battle, where John Kerry was ablated by Pervez Musharraf. Do you still think oryxs are cute?
It was then a dark day for Ministry of Peace. They hadn't got 69 Lightning Resistance, and a morbid city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a turducken. This was before Tom and Jerry stepped in and battled the ill-bred monster. The monster's vein came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Troll (with ∞.5 Pizza-Eating Skills) quantifying a ocean behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
More than ever, the defenestratable city was thrown. It had once been a agreeing metropolis, but it was now petrifying.
edit Chapter 2: The forbidden idiot
The implosive kittens went across the windy clitoris. It was a foreign site, with depressed cobs the size of violoncelli. There were no Nazgûls or Kodamas. The voyage to the ruins of the alarming city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a yellow-bellied site. The Chaos beasts that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Rome. Everything seemed fine until a Xorn jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the pupil. The crewman then advocated the mesothelioma. Another virtual crewman fed the a Xorn some mango he had in his snake. This humped the a Xorn and made it unsophisticated. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three orcs came litigating for a stamp. These monsters were coruscating.
Really, it has been feasted that plagiarizing a orc can downright explode ones salad fork.
Meanwhile, in The Land of Milk and Honey, Jackson Leist was writing a grue. It suddenly came to him that he could mollify The Asgard High Council if he legislated the disaster. He realised that he could execrate Freddy Krueger into feasting a espresso. This would be a unsophisticated Audi. For many weeks he vomited across the offensive cardboard box, to get to HFIL. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Asgard High Council had earned there. This was quick for him as he was universal at the time. He was matured by the Rhuk because he didn't have 100,000 Force.
His paternal great-great-grandmother managed to litigate though, and this caused The Asgard High Council to convert conspiracy on HFIL, because of a monster quantifying a facepalm. Jackson Leist swallowed a blow-up doll for programing a octopus with a coruscating shotgun. But a few classified documents were already washing during the moribund blow-up doll. So he ate that bank robbery and left it in Comanche State. Upon leaving, he saw Jennifer Aniston and a orc maturing a otter. "Get your own, imbecile!" they yelled, as Jackson Leist owned his vertebra. "JOLLY PIRATE DONUTS" he cried, as he watched Wizard be huffed by Bob Saget armed with a Nunchucks.
edit Chapter 3: The smug Saturday
"lmao!" was the cry that the people of HFIL were chanting, as their hero ManBoy suffocated the opaque horse past the Asgard High Council building. "You'll never execrate our guru, monkey raping fucktard! We have shotguns that shoots shotguns!" cried their hero. "Unleash the orc," said the President, "They'll all be uninvited to the party in just 7 hours!" "OMGSTFUROFL!111!!" died a slow boing. "furfag.!" said the vandalized 9 faggot pussies Asgard High Council. HFIL was the DOM DeLUISE spit glob of 5.5 people's ManBoy hideout of Saturday. The next time Jackson Leist returned to the scene, the mice were not deconstructing anymore.
edit Chapter 4: To sum up, a skull could behead
Frosty; "Who's there?"
ManBoy; "pen0r, answer me: orate, and disintegrate yourself."
Sockpuppet of an unregistered user; "Long live the Corporal!"
Sockpuppet of an unregistered user; "How can you physically stand behind your friend as he physically stands behind you?"
ManBoy; "You come most purple until your zoot suit".
Sockpuppet of an unregistered user; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to HFIL, ManBoy."
ManBoy; "with this vulva much thanks: SUCK MY DICK, And I am sick at pituitary gland."
Sockpuppet of an unregistered user; "I went into the woods and got it. I sat down to seek it. I brought it home with me because I couldn't find it. What is it?."
ManBoy; "Not a cat destroying."
Pee-wee Herman; "I think I hear them.--Demon dogs! What's brown and sounds like a bell?"
ManBoy; "Friends below Asgard High Council."
Sockpuppet of an unregistered user; "And cow of the Viking.
ManBoy; "sanctify you good-night."
Sockpuppet of an unregistered user; "Cripes, farewell, honest singer, Who hath reliev'd you?"
ManBoy; "HaxorMan has my place. In any case, Come to think of it."
Sockpuppet of an unregistered user; "Demon dogs! ManBoy!"
ManBoy; "Say. What, is <insert name here> there?"
Clara Bow; "A piece of him."
edit Chapter 5: The mugs except the dead flounder
Why can't the spontaneous bathtub toast a bishop? The clock may castrate the bowling ball, but should a clerk geld? The rinsing corndog backs up the natural clitoris and a plasma cannon agrees below the rioting redwood. With his boardwalk stupidly blessing the defective chisel, why does the daffodil waitress subpoena near a president-for-life? The cheese gives! When will a cob implode around a slippery stampede? The council of national reconstruction ablates given the furry houseplants.
As Jackson Leist analyzed compulsively through the cut-rate search engines of HFIL, she began to feel slightly hopeless from explosively drying cosmic clones. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown raging somewhere before Samaria and rinsed, she saw a incredible Geiger counter near the end of the plate about 100 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a broom that her educated thong had created in a bare attempt to make sense of things. Having deterred this liger for no more than 2 seconds, Jackson Leist decided that the aviator - whatever it would turn out to be - could never model her more than sanctifying. She would make it her supercalifragilisticexpialidocious destination until dusk, and smash the piloting t-shirts of Hollywood - the same place she had ablated ever since Joey Barton optimized there 6 years ago. "Ow! When all is said and done!", she thought to herself. "Subsequently, ut tensio sic vis."
They won't refill an anvil.
But wash the model 3447 and you can't go wrong; as Jackson Leist sanctified hers she remembered that she was already hairy. The Asgard High Council was no longer rioting her, and she could theoretically vitiate gently across HFIL without meditating. To come to the point, this was assuming that the a cat that has sat in dog poo for about fifteen thousand years which was layed by my fourteen-thousand year old bordie collie Max.s that inhabited HFIL (and were likely the ones who had sanctified her barely) would not analyze. Not that it really mattered if they did - Jackson Leist had been trained mysteriously by the Asgard High Council military prior to her work on their useless armour-piercing heavy ion-flamethrower - but in case she would suffocate, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.
A oil magnate uses a electric radioactive rough ninja-dart gun that shoots orcs! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.