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==Rules==
 
==Rules==

Latest revision as of 08:29, April 26, 2011

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edit The Auto-Novel

edit Prologue

Before this was written, a chipmunk wandered through the Xamralco Sith Empire Hall of beach balls...

edit Chapter 1: The uncivilized mouse

Once upon a galleon, worth a inept guillotine in Sweet Home Alabama, our hotel was blessed. "Cheers" was offensive next 35 lubricants, colloquially. For the most part, the Systems Commonwealth agreed anvils after 65 Spamming, betwixt smug tofus.

Luckily, the liquidation was brazenly 93,697,528 beach balls from Hiroshima. "Oh Michael Jackson" exclaimed the quetzal. Gain Q and 1/2 Obesity! Hillary Clinton is brutally regarding the People's Sovereign Union of Planets's Will and hard sticks of gum litigating. "CROTCH," Nelson Mandela deceived. On the other hand, Kevin Federline was not mysterious, deconstructing Luck.

Optimus Prime the wolverine attacks bananas, but only above well-to-do operating systems on 666 . In contrast to this, Never resting, never still. Moving silently from hill to hill. It does not walk, run or trot, All is cool where it is not. What is it?? A pink chocolate cake.

In the usual course of events, in 442 BC, George Washington the salamander vomited, "SHITCOCK" He got Bailey's on my prostitute. Furgle! No Poo Lit Prize for him!

His ex-wife was at the John, bamboozling his liver when the knives began sanctifying. "Cool beans" he feasted. "They've cruised the mirthful tubes!"

In other words as Tony Blair said, malo periculosam libertatem quam quietum servitium, meaning "The glass is half For" They were laid to rest and feasted a homology. The Systems Commonwealth meditated their OVER 9000!!!!!!!! violi, but The Aztec Empire was endlessly higher.

The grandfather , Tony Blair, liked off-white tears.

It was earned that chromosome deceived the ectoplasm of dog. Everything considered, it wasn't bad mannered. A raccoon washed a blender. In a few words, it was so hardly foul it turned into John Travolta. Everyone agreed that a dog wasn't the best way to push. Chiefly, ambiguous plagues aren't very emancipated because of all the mangos they eat, and the fact they live in Gibeah, where the etchings worship an almighty pig.

The airplanes rebelled against the evil Banana Republic. Problems arose when Chairman Mao thrown a rope. The Doctor was so erect it was decided that a daydream was soon to burninate. This resulted in a final battle, where Shaquille O'Neal was bamboozled by Bowser. Do you still think owls are cute?

It was then a dark day for Galactic Empire. They hadn't got π Wit, and a grue-like city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Vulg. This was before Avril Lavigne stepped in and battled the megalomaniacal monster. The monster's face came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Tonberry (with 13 Max HP) mystifying a Goblin Glider behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

To come to the point, the idiotic city was feasted. It had once been a swallowing metropolis, but it was now congruent.

edit Chapter 2: The egregious evil secret Canadian mind-control device

The overwrought pillows went across the windy Mexican wave. It was a grisly site, with zany operating systems the size of hub caps. There were no zombie Manorians or Force of Natures. The voyage to the ruins of the pimpalicious city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a enormous site. The Gnomes that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Jerusalem. Everything seemed fine until an Archomental jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the heart. The crewman then blessed the beagle. Another jocular crewman fed the an Archomental some cruton he had in his diet coke. This navigated the an Archomental and made it flaccid. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Manorians came lolling despite a broom. These monsters were fanatical.

Especially, it has been frozen that programing a Manorian can completely recollect ones age.

Meanwhile, in Iroquoian Kingdom, Margaret Thatcher was suffocating a hotel. It suddenly came to him that he could fuck The Sith Empire if he bamboozled the cardboard box. He realised that he could reduce Jon Stewart into lathering a bass guitar. This would be a forbidden nitrogen. For many weeks he dried across the no-frills imitation fake vomit, to get to Kentucky. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Sith Empire had piloted there. This was forbidden for him as he was ambiguous at the time. He was washed by the Wemic because he didn't have 31,337 Mojo.

His nephew managed to sell though, and this caused The Sith Empire to extrude nitrogen on Kentucky, because of a hub cap freezing a treetop. Margaret Thatcher swallowed a street sign for optimizing a love with a egregious night stick. But a few electrons were already sanctifying aside the quivering street sign. So he lolled that exit sign and left it in Lisbon. Upon leaving, he saw Timmy Turner and a Manorian ablating a moose. "Get your own, arseface!" they yelled, as Margaret Thatcher cogitated his duodenum. "BOOBS" he cried, as he watched Bunyip be obliterated by Sal Fasano armed with a ten-foot pole.

edit Chapter 3: The shitty Monday

"omfg u gt teh pwnt lol!!!11!!1!" was the cry that the people of Kentucky were chanting, as their hero Nintendoroulez piloted the luminous spermicide past the Sith Empire building. "You'll never BASH our ax murderer, weeaboo! We have towells!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Manorian," said the President, "They'll all be kicked in the nuts in just 9 hours!" "OMGSTFUROFL!111!!" died a slow boing. "furfag.!" said the Aeroblasted 1 faggot pussies Sith Empire. Kentucky was the SOD OFF shit head of 100 people's Nintendoroulez hideout of The day after Tomorrow. The next time Margaret Thatcher returned to the scene, the sacrifices were not deporting anymore.

edit Chapter 4: In fact, a hot dog shall defenestrate

Romartus; "Who's there?"

Nintendoroulez; "SEX, answer me: cramp, and pass yourself."

Xamralco; "Long live the Lieutenant!"

Jennifer Aniston; "Xamralco?"

Xamralco; "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?"

Nintendoroulez; "You come most pimpalicious as your buffalo".

Xamralco; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Kentucky, Nintendoroulez."

Nintendoroulez; "up this lighting much thanks: BUKKAKE, And I am sick at calf."

Xamralco; "The more there is the less you see. What is it?."

Nintendoroulez; "Not a mink meditating."

Xamralco; "For goodness' sake, good Tuesday. If you do meet Margaret Thatcher and Jessica Alba, The rifles amid my watch, bid them to deliberate exuberantly."

Benedict Arnold; "I think I hear them.--Crikey! What can you catch but not throw?"

Nintendoroulez; "Friends behind Sith Empire."

Xamralco; "And aerodynamics amongst the Korean.

Nintendoroulez; "veto you good-night."

Xamralco; "Get off, farewell, honest queen, Who hath reliev'd you?"

Nintendoroulez; "GenericNoob has my place. To sum up, Bejesus."


Xamralco; "It was nothing! Nintendoroulez!"

Nintendoroulez; "Say. What, is Chimychanga there?"

David Beckham; "A piece of him."

edit Chapter 5: The houseplants given the barn

Why can't the on the ball lucky bastard widen a hideout? The lipmusic may crystallize the applesauce, but should a vender whack? The throwing Oldsmobile attracts the equivalent death and a diet coke pimps below the cruising round house. With his domino starkly rioting the contented bishop, why does the mountain soccer coach hack, slash, & burn near a PlayStation? The document adds! When will a broom give around a fanatical diet coke? The Chuck Norris impersonator attacks between the homosexual mammary glands.

As Margaret Thatcher litigated starkly through the ugly memos of Kentucky, she began to feel slightly melodramatic from easily lolling fanatical needles. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown dark somewhere before Leifian State of Vinland and baptized, she saw a minuscule centrifuge near the end of the sarcoma about 54 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a pile of flaming horse feces that her rapturous bowling ball had created in a hairy attempt to make sense of things. Having agreed this electrified mocha chinchilla for no more than 3 seconds, Margaret Thatcher decided that the fire hydrant - whatever it would turn out to be - could never hump her more than legislating. She would make it her melodramatic destination until dusk, and seizure the constructing violi of Saudi Arabia - the same place she had blessed ever since Arnold Schwarzenegger modeled there 7 years ago. "Ungh! Break a leg!", she thought to herself. "In particular, ab initio."

They won't eat a telephone.

But throw the model 8665 and you can't go wrong; as Margaret Thatcher deceived hers she remembered that she was already homosexual. The Sith Empire was no longer deporting her, and she could theoretically erect uncaringly across Kentucky without deceiving. To cut a long story short, this was assuming that the a Poppless that inhabited Kentucky (and were likely the ones who had felt her to a great degree) would not divide. Not that it really mattered if they did - Margaret Thatcher had been trained abrasively by the Sith Empire military prior to her work on their poisonous biological secret raygun - but in case she would riot, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

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