Post by Jebediah on Apr 16, 2009 18:21:20 GMT -5
The story so far:
The other day, Sam decided to throw out that absurd argyle sweater, and bought himself a tank top.
Did I mention that Sam is a raving fundie? And raving fundies XXX their socks Carnally.
Then the Batman crashed through the window, breaking the Faberge egg and jock strap.
The severed toes in Cher's ass twitched in sympathy for the devil.
And then Sam (exonerating antidisestablishmentarian interventionism) unwisely decided to check his prostate using a rusty hacksaw.
Obviously, the chainsaw was unavailable, because his insurance was from Walmart, and bail-out free.
Meanwhile, the Estonians licked goat fat when the goats felt slightly perturbed, as no-one was cuddling them afterwards.
Mr. Chick and Ms. Senior America felt that this was strangely arousing, and so they made food porn using moldy riceroni and regurgitated bananas.
It was thus most inopportune when they all died.
Nuclear poodles burn up in water, releasing hydrogen bubbles under enormous pressure.
Oprah's inflamed uvula is not relevant, barring the fact that it is indubitably oscillating frenetically through the veil of Rawlsian ignorance and indirect contempt due to the lack of bacon in their bellies since Yom Kippur.
“Well, fuck it,” said the Pope, after the FSM touched his appendage with a rhinoceros the noodle lifted and a dildo fell out from a giant Cheeseburger.
The smell of a new pie permeated the air in the butt of a sexy black altar boy.
The telephone rang, so he came in his pants.
He fished out five gold rings through a tube. He absently-mindedly found his goo rag and the Pope in the cavern of rusty testicles.
In Tando Allahyar someone broke in an unridden donkey and then they purple monkey dishwasher'd the brass monkey the funky monkey and the silent guardian of eternal monkey of eternity.
"Stop saying monkey," said the slimy monkey of sliminess as he fucked his monkey friend for all eternity and internally damaged the cyber midget. Unfortunately, his prostate and his nose were the same and transubstantiated consubstantiation was not the overly repetitive repetition of oddly fucking in public places.
They went to heaven and hell. The penis, however, was virtually concave and navy blue with three balls and a mouth, which had sharp heavy, inert lentils.
372 words total.
The other day, Sam decided to throw out that absurd argyle sweater, and bought himself a tank top.
Did I mention that Sam is a raving fundie? And raving fundies XXX their socks Carnally.
Then the Batman crashed through the window, breaking the Faberge egg and jock strap.
The severed toes in Cher's ass twitched in sympathy for the devil.
And then Sam (exonerating antidisestablishmentarian interventionism) unwisely decided to check his prostate using a rusty hacksaw.
Obviously, the chainsaw was unavailable, because his insurance was from Walmart, and bail-out free.
Meanwhile, the Estonians licked goat fat when the goats felt slightly perturbed, as no-one was cuddling them afterwards.
Mr. Chick and Ms. Senior America felt that this was strangely arousing, and so they made food porn using moldy riceroni and regurgitated bananas.
It was thus most inopportune when they all died.
Nuclear poodles burn up in water, releasing hydrogen bubbles under enormous pressure.
Oprah's inflamed uvula is not relevant, barring the fact that it is indubitably oscillating frenetically through the veil of Rawlsian ignorance and indirect contempt due to the lack of bacon in their bellies since Yom Kippur.
“Well, fuck it,” said the Pope, after the FSM touched his appendage with a rhinoceros the noodle lifted and a dildo fell out from a giant Cheeseburger.
The smell of a new pie permeated the air in the butt of a sexy black altar boy.
The telephone rang, so he came in his pants.
He fished out five gold rings through a tube. He absently-mindedly found his goo rag and the Pope in the cavern of rusty testicles.
In Tando Allahyar someone broke in an unridden donkey and then they purple monkey dishwasher'd the brass monkey the funky monkey and the silent guardian of eternal monkey of eternity.
"Stop saying monkey," said the slimy monkey of sliminess as he fucked his monkey friend for all eternity and internally damaged the cyber midget. Unfortunately, his prostate and his nose were the same and transubstantiated consubstantiation was not the overly repetitive repetition of oddly fucking in public places.
They went to heaven and hell. The penis, however, was virtually concave and navy blue with three balls and a mouth, which had sharp heavy, inert lentils.
372 words total.