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There once was a very spotty Dartboard, who lived on the wall. It never knew that it had a mouth. It spent its time getting hurt by Big Dick\'s Inn because when it started playing with its HUGE banjo it imploded awkwardly, leaving a sticky mess on [her] bossom. Right below the mantel of the old brick building there lived a boy, long ago called Jim Bowen, holding his Bullseye with Bully\'s help. He licked his girlfriend\'s knee and said, \"Urgh!..... tastes like chicken... or maybe haddock!\" A sob escaped her duct-taped lips, through the floor, and into the giant pink mushroom of eternal stench. The mushroom thought, \"oh bugger this, and, not again... A WA thread! [And] Very thinly disguised.\" \"What is WA,\" asked little Polly, hoping to hear his sultry reply. But no, she just pouted and farted a tune; something by bach, in c minor [of course], and kissed the naked chef on his big choppa. But he said, \"I like pie - the hairy variety.\" She smiled and said, \"EAT OUT of the bowl you filthy pervert. It\'s juicy enough to moisten your wonderful red lips for that big concern of the Dartboard, who lived -but hated his bright orange cumberbun- for orange buns are the bane Of his existence.\"
Marsupials though were a pouch to hide the sharks, scratchy mothers, that have figgin\' lasers in their figgin\' heads. However, contrary to popular belief, they had great belief that women cooked and cleaned, and gave sex... but they were so terriably wrong. Astray thoughts of men with little thongs and went parading around the kitchen singing, \"I run away and pad my posts unlike others who wear padded codpieces!\"
Klute\'s demon has a friendly voice, but an unfriendly and weirdly coloured weevil. Where for art thou weevil?
\"F*ck right off,\" the child implored and screamed loudly. [While] The shopkeeper yawned and danced gaily around the bonfire, lit with farts, celebrating Independance Day by lighting all the nuclear warheads. Which [then] caused mutation for [all of] the cockroaches who drank vodka at 5 PM the night before, on Christmas Eve. Before killing Santa with an axe, they cut some elfs into pieces, the poor elves. Gay liitle bastitches playfully finger themselves causing sexual stimulation in lesbian halflings, who in turn ate chocolate peanuts with Marmilaid fingers and kaleidoscope eyes. [So] With scalpels in chocolate filled bunnies, for fat Brummies beating their wives with outdated pies, and ex girlfriends, of which can only be said, \"Don\'t eat sprouts or yellow snow, because it tastes bitter and foul, except on Thursdays.\" But the north winds blew harshly against his wiskers causing him to kill himself again through a needle, down his japseye, searching for God with the industrial music blaring. It smacked the monkey down in its cute little shorts [which were] covered in hair. Cum guzzling sluts -Dipsey, La La, Po- [whom] all [of which were] on smack and whoring themselves. Using greasey shafts and ugly butlers until [in] the end [out] spurted smelly custard. [The] tarts from Tesco, incrusted with juicey little berries and [even] a little monkey [who] likes it medium-rare and in the arse.
\"Scooby-doo, where are you?\" asked [a] man [they call] ladie. \"In the gutter... At the Circus... Right here beeoch!\" [came the reply from the dis-imbodyed voice]. \"I go what is the slippiest of all slime... lady fanny batter!\" I replyed stupidly, with an evil all ham fisted ([with almost] every pig molested by big hippo\'s fandangily doo daaas). \"Whatever that is,\" said the old bare chested man to the old nearly bare chested, acid filled, hobbit. [The same hobbit] who, on sundays, takes more acid, and vegan\'s cuticles, to the house with scary curtains and open doors with Johnny Depp. [While] in custardy pants -[and] licking my balls of orange string- that the kitty-cat tied [to] the potato who likes to hang and dangle off the chandelier, [all] while vigourously rubbing a mauve badger.
So [meanwhile] the dartboard decided to love his pet chicken in an unsavory bag. He licked [it] and watched fireworks by the dawn\'s... Early Blight. Then ate cheese with his deformed claw and engourged maw [that] streched around an oblong \'tukus\' cake. He screamed \"Score\" instead of saying “more pie please” which was understandable. Because the rhubarb Shmelled his monster .
...Must I elaborate? The rubarb shivered his maw quivered, then he delivered the laughing sow. Her stupendous udders smelled of detol flambe, with brandy, [and] then [they] fricasee[d] them . Rain stopped play!!! Water killed flambe!! He hated henman, with vitriolic passion, and gay abandon indeed. Heaven only knows what they bummed that day all wrapped in frothy blankets and red leather bedsheets smelling of vinegar. Binding poached egg in a pan.
The duck said: \"kiss my feathery rectum, you insolent leech.\" The leech responded vehemently, cursing and bit the duck on the engorged gonads. Then chewed some gum with enthusiastic vigor only to discover, It wasn\'t gum! It was a super sticky toffee with chocolate. And his throat took a holiday, to the algarve. Leopardpixie is responsible for flight delays and word games, that\'s both annoying, and strangely addictive !!! She should be publically riddiculed and Slaped by poobah.
\"I\'m Dick Trickle\" was said by I Want Bitty. Who climbs poles, that pertrude from [blank], only to find someone posted simultaneously! Yet again they stank like marmalade. The bloody bastards ate the last of the tiramisu, despite being told that they had their fair share, and that they were no longer able to levitate, to the top of my cock. “Word Association Thread all over again” so she said of his pole while it waved. \"It\'s so small\" in the breeze with the hankie covered in cum from a drunk hippo\'s bum. She felched his beer From his rear with a straw hat on his left elbow. Where he had tattooed the secrets of manly anal love, between two sparrows with its intriguing speculative rainbow shower of pearlescent paint. Which caught fire on his hot left eyebrow. So shaved it off! And also the knuckles on his hairy palms, that catch spaghetti sauce in mid flight. Flying cream shots, From a can of purple worms with fear of catnip induced hallucinations and erotic dreams; imbeded with super fat fighting powers
and yellow custard. That can kill a thread in negitave four eyeballs, and twelve steps to castle camelot. For beer and
please kill this flavoured whisky cocktails. But not only the dog, inside the cat too! But the cat wouldn\'t die! For pussy willow trees kept it alive.
The spam monster smelt of cod, covered in custard [and] smeared with cream only on Wednesday. Because Tuesday is not coming again because he ate more than mother load cookie supreme egg roll things, that had sause. His GW paint that he used to color himself three random words which were \"spotty not smooth likeglittering gems on to the bottom of the naked drunk bum.” Which belonged to 937 short pink liberal democratic voters who lick hairy kitten paws.
Finn is most wonderful with coffin dodgers. Klutes Demons naked will not desecrate the holy hand job of priests. Stop the madness [of] work in progress. Matted kitty hairballs are good on liberty fries or Puppy gizzard flambé. [TO] go kill yourself is a great way to get a funeral, but not a date. “Help me I\'m drowning in a puddle of jello,” said Klutes Deamon. \"I do believe[in]polishing it\'s brass [a] rod of destruction with bug juice. Ice crystals are forming On its flaccid green garden hose. That It uses in colonic irrigation and gerbil watering. A dyspeptic troglodyte yawned ever so loudly like a randy young trainspotter. Who just noticed his first erection contest! Special [Ed] with [suckers] was stuck in [insert 1word here] “Gah! Stop That!” squealed the mod, Like a piggy when the thread took yet another sturmhalo related stumble.
“Dark and Twisted You didit again” Happy Happy, Joy is what he wanted to get. [He] went to work and said surprised, \"This thread is amazingly still going!\" Murder[ed] my mother and my father at playing chess. Both in a
giant tournament of Harry Potter. Wizards passed the dutchie on the right of the marching ranks of the singing garden gnomes. [Whom] with their cocks of mass destruction flopping around the latest craze of a small baby brown hedgehog. [Were] voted most cute, over the other rabid, flea bitten,……………
[Have fun storming the castle]
There once was a very spotty Dartboard, who lived on the wall. It never knew that it had a mouth. It spent its time getting hurt by Big Dick\'s Inn because when it started playing with its HUGE banjo it imploded awkwardly, leaving a sticky mess on [her] bossom. Right below the mantel of the old brick building there lived a boy, long ago called Jim Bowen, holding his Bullseye with Bully\'s help. He licked his girlfriend\'s knee and said, \"Urgh!..... tastes like chicken... or maybe haddock!\" A sob escaped her duct-taped lips, through the floor, and into the giant pink mushroom of eternal stench. The mushroom thought, \"oh bugger this, and, not again... A WA thread! [And] Very thinly disguised.\" \"What is WA,\" asked little Polly, hoping to hear his sultry reply. But no, she just pouted and farted a tune; something by bach, in c minor [of course], and kissed the naked chef on his big choppa. But he said, \"I like pie - the hairy variety.\" She smiled and said, \"EAT OUT of the bowl you filthy pervert. It\'s juicy enough to moisten your wonderful red lips for that big concern of the Dartboard, who lived -but hated his bright orange cumberbun- for orange buns are the bane Of his existence.\"
Marsupials though were a pouch to hide the sharks, scratchy mothers, that have figgin\' lasers in their figgin\' heads. However, contrary to popular belief, they had great belief that women cooked and cleaned, and gave sex... but they were so terriably wrong. Astray thoughts of men with little thongs and went parading around the kitchen singing, \"I run away and pad my posts unlike others who wear padded codpieces!\"
Klute\'s demon has a friendly voice, but an unfriendly and weirdly coloured weevil. Where for art thou weevil?
\"F*ck right off,\" the child implored and screamed loudly. [While] The shopkeeper yawned and danced gaily around the bonfire, lit with farts, celebrating Independance Day by lighting all the nuclear warheads. Which [then] caused mutation for [all of] the cockroaches who drank vodka at 5 PM the night before, on Christmas Eve. Before killing Santa with an axe, they cut some elfs into pieces, the poor elves. Gay liitle bastitches playfully finger themselves causing sexual stimulation in lesbian halflings, who in turn ate chocolate peanuts with Marmilaid fingers and kaleidoscope eyes. [So] With scalpels in chocolate filled bunnies, for fat Brummies beating their wives with outdated pies, and ex girlfriends, of which can only be said, \"Don\'t eat sprouts or yellow snow, because it tastes bitter and foul, except on Thursdays.\" But the north winds blew harshly against his wiskers causing him to kill himself again through a needle, down his japseye, searching for God with the industrial music blaring. It smacked the monkey down in its cute little shorts [which were] covered in hair. Cum guzzling sluts -Dipsey, La La, Po- [whom] all [of which were] on smack and whoring themselves. Using greasey shafts and ugly butlers until [in] the end [out] spurted smelly custard. [The] tarts from Tesco, incrusted with juicey little berries and [even] a little monkey [who] likes it medium-rare and in the arse.
\"Scooby-doo, where are you?\" asked [a] man [they call] ladie. \"In the gutter... At the Circus... Right here beeoch!\" [came the reply from the dis-imbodyed voice]. \"I go what is the slippiest of all slime... lady fanny batter!\" I replyed stupidly, with an evil all ham fisted ([with almost] every pig molested by big hippo\'s fandangily doo daaas). \"Whatever that is,\" said the old bare chested man to the old nearly bare chested, acid filled, hobbit. [The same hobbit] who, on sundays, takes more acid, and vegan\'s cuticles, to the house with scary curtains and open doors with Johnny Depp. [While] in custardy pants -[and] licking my balls of orange string- that the kitty-cat tied [to] the potato who likes to hang and dangle off the chandelier, [all] while vigourously rubbing a mauve badger.
So [meanwhile] the dartboard decided to love his pet chicken in an unsavory bag. He licked [it] and watched fireworks by the dawn\'s... Early Blight. Then ate cheese with his deformed claw and engourged maw [that] streched around an oblong \'tukus\' cake. He screamed \"Score\" instead of saying “more pie please” which was understandable. Because the rhubarb Shmelled his monster .
...Must I elaborate? The rubarb shivered his maw quivered, then he delivered the laughing sow. Her stupendous udders smelled of detol flambe, with brandy, [and] then [they] fricasee[d] them . Rain stopped play!!! Water killed flambe!! He hated henman, with vitriolic passion, and gay abandon indeed. Heaven only knows what they bummed that day all wrapped in frothy blankets and red leather bedsheets smelling of vinegar. Binding poached egg in a pan.
The duck said: \"kiss my feathery rectum, you insolent leech.\" The leech responded vehemently, cursing and bit the duck on the engorged gonads. Then chewed some gum with enthusiastic vigor only to discover, It wasn\'t gum! It was a super sticky toffee with chocolate. And his throat took a holiday, to the algarve. Leopardpixie is responsible for flight delays and word games, that\'s both annoying, and strangely addictive !!! She should be publically riddiculed and Slaped by poobah.
\"I\'m Dick Trickle\" was said by I Want Bitty. Who climbs poles, that pertrude from [blank], only to find someone posted simultaneously! Yet again they stank like marmalade. The bloody bastards ate the last of the tiramisu, despite being told that they had their fair share, and that they were no longer able to levitate, to the top of my cock. “Word Association Thread all over again” so she said of his pole while it waved. \"It\'s so small\" in the breeze with the hankie covered in cum from a drunk hippo\'s bum. She felched his beer From his rear with a straw hat on his left elbow. Where he had tattooed the secrets of manly anal love, between two sparrows with its intriguing speculative rainbow shower of pearlescent paint. Which caught fire on his hot left eyebrow. So shaved it off! And also the knuckles on his hairy palms, that catch spaghetti sauce in mid flight. Flying cream shots, From a can of purple worms with fear of catnip induced hallucinations and erotic dreams; imbeded with super fat fighting powers
and yellow custard. That can kill a thread in negitave four eyeballs, and twelve steps to castle camelot. For beer and
please kill this flavoured whisky cocktails. But not only the dog, inside the cat too! But the cat wouldn\'t die! For pussy willow trees kept it alive.
The spam monster smelt of cod, covered in custard [and] smeared with cream only on Wednesday. Because Tuesday is not coming again because he ate more than mother load cookie supreme egg roll things, that had sause. His GW paint that he used to color himself three random words which were \"spotty not smooth likeglittering gems on to the bottom of the naked drunk bum.” Which belonged to 937 short pink liberal democratic voters who lick hairy kitten paws.
Finn is most wonderful with coffin dodgers. Klutes Demons naked will not desecrate the holy hand job of priests. Stop the madness [of] work in progress. Matted kitty hairballs are good on liberty fries or Puppy gizzard flambé. [TO] go kill yourself is a great way to get a funeral, but not a date. “Help me I\'m drowning in a puddle of jello,” said Klutes Deamon. \"I do believe[in]polishing it\'s brass [a] rod of destruction with bug juice. Ice crystals are forming On its flaccid green garden hose. That It uses in colonic irrigation and gerbil watering. A dyspeptic troglodyte yawned ever so loudly like a randy young trainspotter. Who just noticed his first erection contest! Special [Ed] with [suckers] was stuck in [insert 1word here] “Gah! Stop That!” squealed the mod, Like a piggy when the thread took yet another sturmhalo related stumble.
“Dark and Twisted You didit again” Happy Happy, Joy is what he wanted to get. [He] went to work and said surprised, \"This thread is amazingly still going!\" Murder[ed] my mother and my father at playing chess. Both in a
giant tournament of Harry Potter. Wizards passed the dutchie on the right of the marching ranks of the singing garden gnomes. [Whom] with their cocks of mass destruction flopping around the latest craze of a small baby brown hedgehog. [Were] voted most cute, over the other rabid, flea bitten,……………
[Have fun storming the castle]
