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The Auto-Novel


Before this was written, a vulture wandered through the Spike Nietzschean Alliance Hall of needles...

Chapter 1: The ugly lucky bastard

Once upon a read-only memory, behind a sensual quetzal in Seattle, our tuxedo was lathered. "What the hell" was mundane opposite 10,000,000 cobs, insufficiently. To sum up, the Carrington Institute recollected gas tanks about 13 Jump Height, aside forbidden knives.

Luckily, the crab cake was nervously 331,337 mammary glands from Vichy France. "Oh Benito Mussolini" exclaimed the microwave. Gain 500 Luck! Chuck Norris is unsympathetically regarding the United Federation of Planets's Admin Skill and diet pills optimizing. "SHITFUCKER," Niels Bohr accentuated. Anyway, Timmy Turner was not lifeless, modelling Spam Resistance.

Mario the sea cucumber answers politicians, but only excluding boring nuclear reactors on 1984 . Furthermore, What is it the more you take, the more you leave behind?? A orange lasagna.

Not in the slightest, in 304 AD, Hugo Chávez the gryphon navigated, "CHICKEN SHIT" He got blood plasma on my milquetoast. Roger! No Nobel prize for him!

His bride was at Crow Kingdom, destroying his left buttock when the B-52s began writing. "Well then" he written. "They've sniffed the buffoon-like centrifuges!"

In conclusion as Barack Obama said, in loco parentis, meaning "I caught you a delicious bass" They were End Task'd and cruised a beach ball. The Ministry of Peace rewarded their -1 ricers, but The Obsidian Order was to a great degree greater.

The groom , Bono, liked grey orange juice.

It was rioted that cucumber discombobulated the kumquat of computer. In particular, it wasn't coruscating. A beach ball meditated a milk. First and foremost, it was so rapidly tense it turned into George Washington. Everyone agreed that a cheval-de-frise wasn't the best way to sell. However, bloody salad forks aren't very spontaneous because of all the chocolate cakes they eat, and the fact they live in Hokkaido, where the mammary glands worship an almighty sea cucumber.

The nunchucks rebelled against the evil Ministry of Peace. Problems arose when Jerry Jackson meditated a attorney. Ted Kennedy was so mirthful it was decided that a rock was soon to riot. This resulted in a final battle, where Edgar Allan Poe was optimized by Larry King. Do you still think sea cucumbers are cute?

It was then a dark day for Ministry of Truth. They hadn't got 31,337 Max SP, and a universal city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Frogzard. This was before Segata Sanshiro stepped in and battled the scanty monster. The monster's thyroid came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Stormwing (with 333 Dexterity) agreeing a escape pod behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

Subsequently, the expensive city was piloted. It had once been a sniffing metropolis, but it was now zany.

Chapter 2: The putrefying cockgoblin

The pricey DNA sequences went across the windy lobster. It was a fat site, with fanatical mugs the size of diesel engines. There were no Draconians or Aarakocras. The voyage to the ruins of the clammy city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a retarded site. The Lizardfolks that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Hiroshima. Everything seemed fine until a Great Eatlon jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the pelvis. The crewman then cured the baby. Another hateful crewman fed the a Great Eatlon some mango he had in his muskrat. This expelled the a Great Eatlon and made it erect. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Orcs came employing throughout a Tanner Thompson. These monsters were flaccid.

Absolutely not, it has been vomited that recollecting a Orc can raucously pilot ones evil secret Canadian mind-control device.

Meanwhile, in Vichy France, Pablo Picasso was drying a glycerin. It suddenly came to him that he could litigate The Nietzschean Alliance if he meditated the anger. He realised that he could convert Hugo Chávez into blessing a flatulence. This would be a wobbly vector field. For many weeks he litigated across the eerie exhaust pipe, to get to Jerusalem. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Nietzschean Alliance had proved there. This was repugnant for him as he was jocular at the time. He was thrown by the Tumerok because he didn't have 80 Donkey Kong Country.

His ex-wife managed to zap though, and this caused The Nietzschean Alliance to reward businessman on Jerusalem, because of a lipmusic sanctifying a tractor. Pablo Picasso insulted a apples for lathering a terrorist FREEDOM FIGHTER with a defenestratable high-powered laser rifle. But a few staplers were already proving astride the charming apples. So he accentuated that mouth and left it in City States of Californians. Upon leaving, he saw Kevin Federline and a Orc deliberating a pig. "Get your own, woman!" they yelled, as Pablo Picasso modeled his nostril. "DICKWAD" he cried, as he watched Kraid be detonated by Joey Barton armed with a night stick.

Chapter 3: The beloved Friday

"FGSFDS!" was the cry that the people of Jerusalem were chanting, as their hero JesusDood navigated the curative liger past the Nietzschean Alliance building. "You'll never zap our boat, fucking dipshit! We have amrams!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Orc," said the President, "They'll all be unresurrected in just 2 hours!" "OMGWTFBBQ?!!" died a slow boing. "furfag.!" said the uninvited to the party 4 faggot pussies Nietzschean Alliance. Jerusalem was the DAMN IT ass bandit of eleventeen people's JesusDood hideout of Sunday. The next time Pablo Picasso returned to the scene, the mugs were not recollecting anymore.

Chapter 4: As such, an airplane couldn't dry

Xamralco; "Who's there?"

JesusDood; "DARTH VADER, answer me: extrude, and advocate yourself."

Spike; "Long live the Lieutenant!"

Ringo Starr; "Spike?"

Spike; "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?"

JesusDood; "You come most shaky than your caterer".

Spike; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Jerusalem, JesusDood."

JesusDood; "following this tempest much thanks: DONKEY PUNCHER, And I am sick at nose."

Spike; "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 camel deporting."

Spike; "Pardon my French, good Monday. If you do meet Pablo Picasso and Slobodan Milošević, The oysters between my watch, bid them to throw pleasantly."

Hugo Chávez; "I think I hear them.--Big deal! When can you add two to eleven and get one as the correct answer?"

JesusDood; "Friends towards Nietzschean Alliance."

Spike; "And brisket including the Dutch.

JesusDood; "zap you good-night."

Spike; "When Hell freezes over, farewell, honest garbageman, Who hath reliev'd you?"

JesusDood; "BillyBob has my place. In other words, When pigs fly."

Spike; "Demon dogs! JesusDood!"

JesusDood; "Say. What, is HarryPotterFan there?"

Rupert Murdoch; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The anvils round the marshmallow

Why can't the unbalanced cuddly toy delete a hero? The hub cap may receive the codswallop, but should a hustler regurgitate? The raping guitar analyzes the equivalent monkey and a tank sniffs below the mystifying riverbank. With his wall obnoxiously raping the puzzling diet mouthwash, why does the plate garbageman analyze near a raid? The apple juice earns! When will a scroll riot around a revolting tooth? The jungle rewards via the raging leashes.

As Pablo Picasso reduced stupidly through the boring sacrifices of Jerusalem, she began to feel slightly charming from barely ablating cut-rate igneous protrusions. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown moist somewhere before Outer Heaven and ate, she saw a peculiar toothpick near the end of the balloon about 79,908,847 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a cockroach that her impressive Taahgaarxian had created in a unbalanced attempt to make sense of things. Having recollected this bear for no more than 5 seconds, Pablo Picasso decided that the philanthropist - whatever it would turn out to be - could never regurgitate her more than swallowing. She would make it her rigid destination until dusk, and edit the quantifying nuclear reactors of The City of Blinding Lights - the same place she had rioted ever since Alexander the Great accentuated there 8 years ago. "Argh! Fair enough!", she thought to herself. "In most cases, dulce bellum inexpertis."

They won't murder a hairball.

But rinse the model 7971 and you can't go wrong; as Pablo Picasso deliberated hers she remembered that she was already heterosexual. The Nietzschean Alliance was no longer suffocating her, and she could theoretically cramp lackadaisically across Jerusalem without throwing. Especially, this was assuming that the a Glynns that inhabited Jerusalem (and were likely the ones who had rioted her (in a drab manner)) would not hurt. Not that it really mattered if they did - Pablo Picasso had been trained relentlessly by the Nietzschean Alliance military prior to her work on their exploding biological shiny rifle - but in case she would lather, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.


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