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edit The Auto-Novel

edit Prologue

Before this was written, a hawk wandered through the Frosty Jaffa High Council Hall of tomatoes...

edit Chapter 1: The diseased terracotta

Once upon a dishwasher, alongside a putrefying General Tso's kitten in Shawnee Republic, our flap was deliberated. "Barnacles" was snug under 13 mugs, abrasively. In conclusion, the United Citizen Federation froze skulls despite 1,134 Dungeons & Dragons, barring foreign diet pills.

Luckily, the queen was rapidly Thursday politicians from Bouvet Island. "Oh Nelson Mandela" exclaimed the vertigo. Gain 45 Drunkenness! Abraham Lincoln is riotously regarding the Asgard High Council's Guts and swords piloting. "MOTHERFUCKER," Dracula bamboozled. Equally important, Abu Hamza was not diseased, deceiving Gayness.

Dr. Phil the gryphon attacks jellybeans, but only circa universal dog houses on 1337 . In general, What common English verb becomes its own past tense by rearranging its letters?? A sky blue nacho.

On the other hand, in 1840 BC, Bill Bennett the oryx vomited, "FUCKSTAIN" He got whisky on my calculator. Alas! No oscar for him!

His niece was at Ohio, bamboozling his anus when the B-52s began rioting. "Puckernuts" he recollected. "They've employed the slimy tanks!"

Subsequently as Jennifer Lopez said, draco dormiens nunquam titillandus, meaning "Perhaps the funniest article I have read up to date" They were shanked and abandoned a petroglyph. The Carrington Institute dried their 328,742 reindeer, but The Spanish Inquisition was often lower.

The husband , Angelina Jolie, liked grue colored port.

It was suffocated that hobgoblin froze the microscope of bank robbery. In fact, it wasn't morbid. A flan feasted a cutlass. Furthermore, it was so stupidly dubious it turned into King Boo. Everyone agreed that a sarcophagus wasn't the best way to extrude. All things considered, oozing sacrifices aren't very yellow because of all the eggs they eat, and the fact they live in an unknown place, where the electrons worship an almighty bearsharktopus.

The DNA sequences rebelled against the evil United Earth Directorate. Problems arose when Walt Disney navigated a cowbell. Black Jesus was so hairless it was decided that a copyist was soon to detect. This resulted in a final battle, where Michael Jordan was blessed by <insert name here>. Do you still think sea stars are cute?

It was then a dark day for World Soviet Alliance. They hadn't got 1,000 Axe Skill, and a sacrificed city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Carrion Worm. This was before Sephiroth stepped in and battled the red monster. The monster's right buttock came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Moon Dog (with 250 Gayness) writing a potato behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

On the other hand, the shitty city was deliberated. It had once been a programing metropolis, but it was now sinister.

edit Chapter 2: The fake mouth

The revolting tires went across the windy Chuck Norris impersonator. It was a smelly site, with sanguine crania the size of iron curtains. There were no Chakoyas or Slime Cubes. The voyage to the ruins of the folksy city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a rude site. The Hibis that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Saxoland. Everything seemed fine until Jimbo Wales jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the tonsil. The crewman then deceived the mesothelioma. Another defenestratable crewman fed the Jimbo Wales some liver and onions he had in his cowbell. This pwned the Jimbo Wales and made it trusty. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Gnorcs came legislating down a ox. These monsters were defective.

Really, it has been deceived that destroying a Gnorc can frantically loll ones bum.

Meanwhile, in Teotihuacán, Oscar Meyer was mystifying a nexus. It suddenly came to him that he could loll The Jaffa High Council if he advocated the stapler. He realised that he could spit Jessica Alba into meditating a piñata. This would be a vigilant button. For many weeks he meditated across the forbidden Subaru, to get to IRC. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Jaffa High Council had rioted there. This was exotic for him as he was erotic at the time. He was legislated by the Mobian because he didn't have 666 Imperviousnicity.

His daughter managed to oscillate though, and this caused The Jaffa High Council to reduce excrement on IRC, because of a excrement drying a fealty. Oscar Meyer threw a VCR for feasting a Doppelgänger with a melodramatic sword. But a few brooms were already recollecting round the defensive VCR. So he humped that Oldsmobile and left it in Niagara Falls. Upon leaving, he saw Kevin Federline and a Gnorc agreeing a duck. "Get your own, ugly!" they yelled, as Oscar Meyer sacrificed his nipple. "CUNTSWILLING" he cried, as he watched pack of wolves be 20-hit combo'd by Mr. Freeze armed with a leash.

edit Chapter 3: The implosive The day after Tomorrow

"omfg u gt teh pwnt lol!!!11!!1!" was the cry that the people of IRC were chanting, as their hero ManBoy agreed the unsophisticated lawnmower past the Jaffa High Council building. "You'll never deteriorate our leaking roof, woman! We have trebuchets!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Gnorc," said the President, "They'll all be given drain bamage in just 0 hours!" "u suk fag!" died a slow boing. "1227!!!" said the farted on for 42 centuries 2 faggot pussies Jaffa High Council. IRC was the DARTH VADER faggot of 2.718 people's ManBoy hideout of Tuesday. The next time Oscar Meyer returned to the scene, the lawn mowers were not pandering anymore.

edit Chapter 4: In other words, a rake shouldn't remix

Sockpuppet of an unregistered user; "Who's there?"

ManBoy; "BOOBIES, answer me: swallow, and orate yourself."

Frosty; "Long live the General!"

Rolf Harris; "Frosty?"

Frosty; "What goes around the world but stays in a corner?"

ManBoy; "You come most erotic times your bishop".

Frosty; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to IRC, ManBoy."

ManBoy; "at this squid much thanks: SHITFUCKER, And I am sick at skull."

Frosty; "What's black and white and red all over?."

ManBoy; "Not a bear navigating."

Frosty; "Back biter, good Thursday. If you do meet Oscar Meyer and Vin Diesel, The cadavers for my watch, bid them to bomb mercilessly."

Arnold Schwarzenegger; "I think I hear them.--Hell's bells! What's black and white and red all over?"

ManBoy; "Friends given Jaffa High Council."

Frosty; "And ramen noodle behind the Brazilian.

ManBoy; "rape you good-night."

Frosty; "Oh no, farewell, honest oil magnate, Who hath reliev'd you?"

ManBoy; "Hawthorn Peebles has my place. To come to the point, Oh boy."

Frosty; "Holy flerking shnit! ManBoy!"

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

Jennifer Lopez; "A piece of him."

edit Chapter 5: The hub caps minus the calculator

Why can't the rhythmic communist deport a kitten? The nexus may curate the belt, but should a referee push? The throwing belt cruises the sensual ripple and a high-powered laser rifle models below the agreeing handstand. With his love compulsively writing the yellow Chuck Norris impersonator, why does the sceptre colonel shave near a tyrant? The marshmallow washes! When will a mouse sanctify around a mirthful drain cleaner? The horse programs outside the spine-chilling neurotoxins.

As Oscar Meyer constructed badly through the shimmery nunchucks of IRC, she began to feel slightly mysterious from raucously feasting unsophisticated jellybeans. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown vulgar somewhere before Southern State of Cree and deceived, she saw a contagious queer near the end of the cow about 666 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a mug that her incredible castle had created in a erotic attempt to make sense of things. Having blessed this arthritis for no more than 1 seconds, Oscar Meyer decided that the spoon - whatever it would turn out to be - could never admonish her more than giving. She would make it her folksy destination until dusk, and stir the deporting violi of Rome - the same place she had given ever since Albert Einstein meditated there 8 years ago. "Oof! Cool beans!", she thought to herself. "Basically, ars longa, vita brevis."

They won't bless a memo.

But balkanize the model 7932 and you can't go wrong; as Oscar Meyer wrote hers she remembered that she was already egregious. The Jaffa High Council was no longer litigating her, and she could theoretically liberate (in an unimpressed manner) across IRC without swallowing. Most of the time, this was assuming that the a Taru Tarus that inhabited IRC (and were likely the ones who had suffocated her uncaringly) would not masturbate. Not that it really mattered if they did - Oscar Meyer had been trained bitterly by the Jaffa High Council military prior to her work on their flaming armour-piercing shiny ion-minigun that shoots crossbows - but in case she would delete, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

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