I went upstairs to remove a fallen grandma from a pimp ready to talcum powder slap someone after she died. I then ran from the devil named Jeff shortly after tripping over a little dwarf, That had a very very little monitor that was 7" in length and 2" tall! I decided I would go out to get breakfast with someone who only eats catfood with ketchup and told me this: I know where you can find a yellow unicorn with a giant pickle on his One sunken eye. Then he had An attached jetpack explode. Miraculously, he survived the blast of a little tactical nuclear missile which luckily was a goat. I saw a kid doing backflips and picking his nose on the road that was closed. He caught me dancing with several tiny pink gorillas that looked like William Shatner's nipples were on FIRE. It was then burnt into my brain forever remaining the one thing I can't remember while sniffing bananas.

My Alienware exploded into super models with blonde hair, the babes approached with extremely big feet and egos, only matched by the internal thoughts that I the most badass creature of all miniature BF3 soldiers would die alone in their puddle of red hot burning lava that smelled like my left-over meatloaf. Anyway, the alienware was my old table which I ate without any fear breakfast on, so after I bought a sandwich from a hermaphroditic leprechaun, I cooked a melon with olives.

Every time I think back on my Granny's pimp, it gets me madder than a my little pony. I just want to pimp-slap the monkey's out of William Shatner's toupee and roll out his priceline negotiator while Trekkies everywhere gently rubbed vaseline mixed with Heinz57 and gasoline on my back during a dress-like a Klingon event. Luckily I had Ninja powered bike which allowed me the most badass ride minus warp-drive. I escaped due to my enlarged ear which could hear the devil jeff wacking it off.

I shouted loudly: "HEYYYY YOUU GUUUUYYYSS!" And quickly drove off a cliff while drinking the massively powerful, unbelievable, Amazing dance potion brewed by his godmother, Jamie Lee Curtis. Luckily I was punting my cat off, re-inventing the cat-a-pult, when there suddenly was a parade of mythical creatures which caught me. Stunned, I quickly ran to the nearest porta-potty, hoping to be abducted by cowmen with lazer-guided flash-drives that hurt like coldest minty fresh breathmints. Then I proceed like a ninja to drop-kick the huge Leprachaun with a huge bong, but I decided the best way to be able to get high was right in that black hole which took me from the ground, to another portal in the center of a room with edible toiletpaper, chocolate soap, and strawberry cake. All along the watchtower were red spots dazzling my eyes and purple haze, that was until the breakfast club; the Princess, the Lost Boys and Morphius intervened by chopping up the Leprachaun into bite-size creamed noodles with cherries on top.

"Hooboy," I thought, my days of plundering villages has just begun. When I really opened the door to the machine, I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a hotdog! I was terrified,what should i do? Should I eat the hotdog or let it get away. While I sat there thinking, the hotdog ate an extra small piece of catfish smeared with face-wash that smelled like a wet cat. so I proceeded to sneak up on a dinosaur eating my smelly hotdog. I figured that i should just *commercial break.............returns!* Wait what?! I thought this was

I went upstairs to remove a fallen grandma from a pimp ready to talcum powder slap someone after she died. I then ran from the devil named Jeff shortly after tripping over a little dwarf, That had a very very little monitor that was 7" in length and 2" tall! I decided I would go out to get breakfast with someone who only eats catfood with ketchup and told me this: I know where you can find a yellow unicorn with a giant pickle on his One sunken eye. Then he had An attached jetpack explode. Miraculously, he survived the blast of a little tactical nuclear missile which luckily was a goat. I saw a kid doing backflips and picking his nose on the road that was closed. He caught me dancing with several tiny pink gorillas that looked like William Shatner's nipples were on FIRE. It was then burnt into my brain forever remaining the one thing I can't remember while sniffing bananas.
My Alienware exploded into super models with blonde hair, the babes approached with extremely big feet and egos, only matched by the internal thoughts that I the most badass creature of all miniature BF3 soldiers would die alone in their puddle of red hot burning lava that smelled like my left-over meatloaf. Anyway, the alienware was my old table which I ate without any fear breakfast on, so after I bought a sandwich from a hermaphroditic leprechaun, I cooked a melon with olives.
Every time I think back on my Granny's pimp, it gets me madder than a my little pony. I just want to pimp-slap the monkey's out of William Shatner's toupee and roll out his priceline negotiator while Trekkies everywhere gently rubbed vaseline mixed with Heinz57 and gasoline on my back during a dress-like a Klingon event. Luckily I had Ninja powered bike which allowed me the most badass ride minus warp-drive. I escaped due to my enlarged ear which could hear the devil jeff wacking it off.
I shouted loudly: "HEYYYY YOUU GUUUUYYYSS!" And quickly drove off a cliff while drinking the massively powerful, unbelievable, Amazing dance potion brewed by his godmother, Jamie Lee Curtis. Luckily I was punting my cat off, re-inventing the cat-a-pult, when there suddenly was a parade of mythical creatures which caught me. Stunned, I quickly ran to the nearest porta-potty, hoping to be abducted by cowmen with lazer-guided flash-drives that hurt like coldest minty fresh breathmints. Then I proceed like a ninja to drop-kick the huge Leprachaun with a huge bong, but I decided the best way to be able to get high was right in that black hole which took me from the ground, to another portal in the center of a room with edible toiletpaper, chocolate soap, and strawberry cake. All along the watchtower were red spots dazzling my eyes and purple haze, that was until the breakfast club; the Princess, the Lost Boys and Morphius intervened by chopping up the Leprachaun into bite-size creamed noodles with cherries on top.
"Hooboy," I thought, my days of plundering villages has just begun. When I really opened the door to the machine, I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a hotdog! I was terrified,what should i do? Should I eat the hotdog or let it get away. While I sat there thinking, the hotdog ate an extra small piece of catfish smeared with face-wash that smelled like a wet cat. so I proceeded to sneak up on a dinosaur eating my smelly hotdog. I figured that i should just *commercial break.............returns!* Wait what?! I thought this was some kind of

I went upstairs to remove a fallen grandma from a pimp ready to talcum powder slap someone after she died. I then ran from the devil named Jeff shortly after tripping over a little dwarf, That had a very very little monitor that was 7" in length and 2" tall! I decided I would go out to get breakfast with someone who only eats catfood with ketchup and told me this: I know where you can find a yellow unicorn with a giant pickle on his One sunken eye. Then he had An attached jetpack explode. Miraculously, he survived the blast of a little tactical nuclear missile which luckily was a goat. I saw a kid doing backflips and picking his nose on the road that was closed. He caught me dancing with several tiny pink gorillas that looked like William Shatner's nipples were on FIRE. It was then burnt into my brain forever remaining the one thing I can't remember while sniffing bananas.

My Alienware exploded into super models with blonde hair, the babes approached with extremely big feet and egos, only matched by the internal thoughts that I the most badass creature of all miniature BF3 soldiers would die alone in their puddle of red hot burning lava that smelled like my left-over meatloaf. Anyway, the alienware was my old table which I ate without any fear breakfast on, so after I bought a sandwich from a hermaphroditic leprechaun, I cooked a melon with olives.

Every time I think back on my Granny's pimp, it gets me madder than a my little pony. I just want to pimp-slap the monkey's out of William Shatner's toupee and roll out his priceline negotiator while Trekkies everywhere gently rubbed vaseline mixed with Heinz57 and gasoline on my back during a dress-like a Klingon event. Luckily I had Ninja powered bike which allowed me the most badass ride minus warp-drive. I escaped due to my enlarged ear which could hear the devil jeff wacking it off.

I shouted loudly: "HEYYYY YOUU GUUUUYYYSS!" And quickly drove off a cliff while drinking the massively powerful, unbelievable, Amazing dance potion brewed by his godmother, Jamie Lee Curtis. Luckily I was punting my cat off, re-inventing the cat-a-pult, when there suddenly was a parade of mythical creatures which caught me. Stunned, I quickly ran to the nearest porta-potty, hoping to be abducted by cowmen with lazer-guided flash-drives that hurt like coldest minty fresh breathmints. Then I proceed like a ninja to drop-kick the huge Leprachaun with a huge bong, but I decided the best way to be able to get high was right in that black hole which took me from the ground, to another portal in the center of a room with edible toiletpaper, chocolate soap, and strawberry cake. All along the watchtower were red spots dazzling my eyes and purple haze, that was until the breakfast club; the Princess, the Lost Boys and Morphius intervened by chopping up the Leprachaun into bite-size creamed noodles with cherries on top.

"Hooboy," I thought, my days of plundering villages has just begun. When I really opened the door to the machine, I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a hotdog! I was terrified,what should i do? Should I eat the hotdog or let it get away. While I sat there thinking, the hotdog ate an extra small piece of catfish smeared with face-wash that smelled like a wet cat. so I proceeded to sneak up on a dinosaur eating my smelly hotdog. I figured that i should just *commercial break.............returns!* Wait what?! I thought this was some kind of jedi mind trick that

I went upstairs to remove a fallen grandma from a pimp ready to talcum powder slap someone after she died. I then ran from the devil named Jeff shortly after tripping over a little dwarf, That had a very very little monitor that was 7" in length and 2" tall! I decided I would go out to get breakfast with someone who only eats catfood with ketchup and told me this: I know where you can find a yellow unicorn with a giant pickle on his One sunken eye. Then he had An attached jetpack explode. Miraculously, he survived the blast of a little tactical nuclear missile which luckily was a goat. I saw a kid doing backflips and picking his nose on the road that was closed. He caught me dancing with several tiny pink gorillas that looked like William Shatner's nipples were on FIRE. It was then burnt into my brain forever remaining the one thing I can't remember while sniffing bananas.

My Alienware exploded into super models with blonde hair, the babes approached with extremely big feet and egos, only matched by the internal thoughts that I the most badass creature of all miniature BF3 soldiers would die alone in their puddle of red hot burning lava that smelled like my left-over meatloaf. Anyway, the alienware was my old table which I ate without any fear breakfast on, so after I bought a sandwich from a hermaphroditic leprechaun, I cooked a melon with olives.

Every time I think back on my Granny's pimp, it gets me madder than a my little pony. I just want to pimp-slap the monkey's out of William Shatner's toupee and roll out his priceline negotiator while Trekkies everywhere gently rubbed vaseline mixed with Heinz57 and gasoline on my back during a dress-like a Klingon event. Luckily I had Ninja powered bike which allowed me the most badass ride minus warp-drive. I escaped due to my enlarged ear which could hear the devil jeff wacking it off.

I shouted loudly: "HEYYYY YOUU GUUUUYYYSS!" And quickly drove off a cliff while drinking the massively powerful, unbelievable, Amazing dance potion brewed by his godmother, Jamie Lee Curtis. Luckily I was punting my cat off, re-inventing the cat-a-pult, when there suddenly was a parade of mythical creatures which caught me. Stunned, I quickly ran to the nearest porta-potty, hoping to be abducted by cowmen with lazer-guided flash-drives that hurt like coldest minty fresh breathmints. Then I proceed like a ninja to drop-kick the huge Leprachaun with a huge bong, but I decided the best way to be able to get high was right in that black hole which took me from the ground, to another portal in the center of a room with edible toiletpaper, chocolate soap, and strawberry cake. All along the watchtower were red spots dazzling my eyes and purple haze, that was until the breakfast club; the Princess, the Lost Boys and Morphius intervened by chopping up the Leprachaun into bite-size creamed noodles with cherries on top.

"Hooboy," I thought, my days of plundering villages has just begun. When I really opened the door to the machine, I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a hotdog! I was terrified,what should i do? Should I eat the hotdog or let it get away. While I sat there thinking, the hotdog ate an extra small piece of catfish smeared with face-wash that smelled like a wet cat. so I proceeded to sneak up on a dinosaur eating my smelly hotdog. I figured that i should just *commercial break.............returns!* Wait what?! I thought this was some kind of jedi mind trick that a commercial cut

I went upstairs to remove a fallen grandma from a pimp ready to talcum powder slap someone after she died. I then ran from the devil named Jeff shortly after tripping over a little dwarf, That had a very very little monitor that was 7" in length and 2" tall! I decided I would go out to get breakfast with someone who only eats catfood with ketchup and told me this: I know where you can find a yellow unicorn with a giant pickle on his One sunken eye. Then he had An attached jetpack explode. Miraculously, he survived the blast of a little tactical nuclear missile which luckily was a goat. I saw a kid doing backflips and picking his nose on the road that was closed. He caught me dancing with several tiny pink gorillas that looked like William Shatner's nipples were on FIRE. It was then burnt into my brain forever remaining the one thing I can't remember while sniffing bananas.
My Alienware exploded into super models with blonde hair, the babes approached with extremely big feet and egos, only matched by the internal thoughts that I the most badass creature of all miniature BF3 soldiers would die alone in their puddle of red hot burning lava that smelled like my left-over meatloaf. Anyway, the alienware was my old table which I ate without any fear breakfast on, so after I bought a sandwich from a hermaphroditic leprechaun, I cooked a melon with olives.
Every time I think back on my Granny's pimp, it gets me madder than a my little pony. I just want to pimp-slap the monkey's out of William Shatner's toupee and roll out his priceline negotiator while Trekkies everywhere gently rubbed vaseline mixed with Heinz57 and gasoline on my back during a dress-like a Klingon event. Luckily I had Ninja powered bike which allowed me the most badass ride minus warp-drive. I escaped due to my enlarged ear which could hear the devil jeff wacking it off.
I shouted loudly: "HEYYYY YOUU GUUUUYYYSS!" And quickly drove off a cliff while drinking the massively powerful, unbelievable, Amazing dance potion brewed by his godmother, Jamie Lee Curtis. Luckily I was punting my cat off, re-inventing the cat-a-pult, when there suddenly was a parade of mythical creatures which caught me. Stunned, I quickly ran to the nearest porta-potty, hoping to be abducted by cowmen with lazer-guided flash-drives that hurt like coldest minty fresh breathmints. Then I proceed like a ninja to drop-kick the huge Leprachaun with a huge bong, but I decided the best way to be able to get high was right in that black hole which took me from the ground, to another portal in the center of a room with edible toiletpaper, chocolate soap, and strawberry cake. All along the watchtower were red spots dazzling my eyes and purple haze, that was until the breakfast club; the Princess, the Lost Boys and Morphius intervened by chopping up the Leprachaun into bite-size creamed noodles with cherries on top.
"Hooboy," I thought, my days of plundering villages has just begun. When I really opened the door to the machine, I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a hotdog! I was terrified,what should i do? Should I eat the hotdog or let it get away. While I sat there thinking, the hotdog ate an extra small piece of catfish smeared with face-wash that smelled like a wet cat. so I proceeded to sneak up on a dinosaur eating my smelly hotdog. I figured that i should just *commercial break.............returns!* Wait what?! I thought this was some kind of jedi mind trick that Jimi Hendrix conjured

I went upstairs to remove a fallen grandma from a pimp ready to talcum powder slap someone after she died. I then ran from the devil named Jeff shortly after tripping over a little dwarf, That had a very very little monitor that was 7" in length and 2" tall! I decided I would go out to get breakfast with someone who only eats catfood with ketchup and told me this: I know where you can find a yellow unicorn with a giant pickle on his One sunken eye. Then he had An attached jetpack explode. Miraculously, he survived the blast of a little tactical nuclear missile which luckily was a goat. I saw a kid doing backflips and picking his nose on the road that was closed. He caught me dancing with several tiny pink gorillas that looked like William Shatner's nipples were on FIRE. It was then burnt into my brain forever remaining the one thing I can't remember while sniffing bananas.

My Alienware exploded into super models with blonde hair, the babes approached with extremely big feet and egos, only matched by the internal thoughts that I the most badass creature of all miniature BF3 soldiers would die alone in their puddle of red hot burning lava that smelled like my left-over meatloaf. Anyway, the alienware was my old table which I ate without any fear breakfast on, so after I bought a sandwich from a hermaphroditic leprechaun, I cooked a melon with olives.

Every time I think back on my Granny's pimp, it gets me madder than a my little pony. I just want to pimp-slap the monkey's out of William Shatner's toupee and roll out his priceline negotiator while Trekkies everywhere gently rubbed vaseline mixed with Heinz57 and gasoline on my back during a dress-like a Klingon event. Luckily I had Ninja powered bike which allowed me the most badass ride minus warp-drive. I escaped due to my enlarged ear which could hear the devil jeff wacking it off.

I shouted loudly: "HEYYYY YOUU GUUUUYYYSS!" And quickly drove off a cliff while drinking the massively powerful, unbelievable, Amazing dance potion brewed by his godmother, Jamie Lee Curtis. Luckily I was punting my cat off, re-inventing the cat-a-pult, when there suddenly was a parade of mythical creatures which caught me. Stunned, I quickly ran to the nearest porta-potty, hoping to be abducted by cowmen with lazer-guided flash-drives that hurt like coldest minty fresh breathmints. Then I proceed like a ninja to drop-kick the huge Leprachaun with a huge bong, but I decided the best way to be able to get high was right in that black hole which took me from the ground, to another portal in the center of a room with edible toiletpaper, chocolate soap, and strawberry cake. All along the watchtower were red spots dazzling my eyes and purple haze, that was until the breakfast club; the Princess, the Lost Boys and Morphius intervened by chopping up the Leprachaun into bite-size creamed noodles with cherries on top.

"Hooboy," I thought, my days of plundering villages has just begun. When I really opened the door to the machine, I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a hotdog! I was terrified,what should i do? Should I eat the hotdog or let it get away. While I sat there thinking, the hotdog ate an extra small piece of catfish smeared with face-wash that smelled like a wet cat. so I proceeded to sneak up on a dinosaur eating my smelly hotdog. I figured that i should just *commercial break.............returns!* Wait what?! I thought this was some kind of jedi mind trick that a commercial cut tv show made

I went upstairs to remove a fallen grandma from a pimp ready to talcum powder slap someone after she died. I then ran from the devil named Jeff shortly after tripping over a little dwarf, That had a very very little monitor that was 7" in length and 2" tall! I decided I would go out to get breakfast with someone who only eats catfood with ketchup and told me this: I know where you can find a yellow unicorn with a giant pickle on his One sunken eye. Then he had An attached jetpack explode. Miraculously, he survived the blast of a little tactical nuclear missile which luckily was a goat. I saw a kid doing backflips and picking his nose on the road that was closed. He caught me dancing with several tiny pink gorillas that looked like William Shatner's nipples were on FIRE. It was then burnt into my brain forever remaining the one thing I can't remember while sniffing bananas.

My Alienware exploded into super models with blonde hair, the babes approached with extremely big feet and egos, only matched by the internal thoughts that I the most badass creature of all miniature BF3 soldiers would die alone in their puddle of red hot burning lava that smelled like my left-over meatloaf. Anyway, the alienware was my old table which I ate without any fear breakfast on, so after I bought a sandwich from a hermaphroditic leprechaun, I cooked a melon with olives.

Every time I think back on my Granny's pimp, it gets me madder than a my little pony. I just want to pimp-slap the monkey's out of William Shatner's toupee and roll out his priceline negotiator while Trekkies everywhere gently rubbed vaseline mixed with Heinz57 and gasoline on my back during a dress-like a Klingon event. Luckily I had Ninja powered bike which allowed me the most badass ride minus warp-drive. I escaped due to my enlarged ear which could hear the devil jeff wacking it off.

I shouted loudly: "HEYYYY YOUU GUUUUYYYSS!" And quickly drove off a cliff while drinking the massively powerful, unbelievable, Amazing dance potion brewed by his godmother, Jamie Lee Curtis. Luckily I was punting my cat off, re-inventing the cat-a-pult, when there suddenly was a parade of mythical creatures which caught me. Stunned, I quickly ran to the nearest porta-potty, hoping to be abducted by cowmen with lazer-guided flash-drives that hurt like coldest minty fresh breathmints. Then I proceed like a ninja to drop-kick the huge Leprachaun with a huge bong, but I decided the best way to be able to get high was right in that black hole which took me from the ground, to another portal in the center of a room with edible toiletpaper, chocolate soap, and strawberry cake. All along the watchtower were red spots dazzling my eyes and purple haze, that was until the breakfast club; the Princess, the Lost Boys and Morphius intervened by chopping up the Leprachaun into bite-size creamed noodles with cherries on top.

"Hooboy," I thought, my days of plundering villages has just begun. When I really opened the door to the machine, I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a hotdog! I was terrified,what should i do? Should I eat the hotdog or let it get away. While I sat there thinking, the hotdog ate an extra small piece of catfish smeared with face-wash that smelled like a wet cat. so I proceeded to sneak up on a dinosaur eating my smelly hotdog. I figured that i should just *commercial break.............returns!* Wait what?! I thought this was some kind of jedi mind trick that a commercial cut tv show made entirely of cheese.

I went upstairs to remove a fallen grandma from a pimp ready to talcum powder slap someone after she died. I then ran from the devil named Jeff shortly after tripping over a little dwarf, That had a very very little monitor that was 7" in length and 2" tall! I decided I would go out to get breakfast with someone who only eats catfood with ketchup and told me this: I know where you can find a yellow unicorn with a giant pickle on his One sunken eye. Then he had An attached jetpack explode. Miraculously, he survived the blast of a little tactical nuclear missile which luckily was a goat. I saw a kid doing backflips and picking his nose on the road that was closed. He caught me dancing with several tiny pink gorillas that looked like William Shatner's nipples were on FIRE. It was then burnt into my brain forever remaining the one thing I can't remember while sniffing bananas.
My Alienware exploded into super models with blonde hair, the babes approached with extremely big feet and egos, only matched by the internal thoughts that I the most badass creature of all miniature BF3 soldiers would die alone in their puddle of red hot burning lava that smelled like my left-over meatloaf. Anyway, the alienware was my old table which I ate without any fear breakfast on, so after I bought a sandwich from a hermaphroditic leprechaun, I cooked a melon with olives.
Every time I think back on my Granny's pimp, it gets me madder than a my little pony. I just want to pimp-slap the monkey's out of William Shatner's toupee and roll out his priceline negotiator while Trekkies everywhere gently rubbed vaseline mixed with Heinz57 and gasoline on my back during a dress-like a Klingon event. Luckily I had Ninja powered bike which allowed me the most badass ride minus warp-drive. I escaped due to my enlarged ear which could hear the devil jeff wacking it off.
I shouted loudly: "HEYYYY YOUU GUUUUYYYSS!" And quickly drove off a cliff while drinking the massively powerful, unbelievable, Amazing dance potion brewed by his godmother, Jamie Lee Curtis. Luckily I was punting my cat off, re-inventing the cat-a-pult, when there suddenly was a parade of mythical creatures which caught me. Stunned, I quickly ran to the nearest porta-potty, hoping to be abducted by cowmen with lazer-guided flash-drives that hurt like coldest minty fresh breathmints. Then I proceed like a ninja to drop-kick the huge Leprachaun with a huge bong, but I decided the best way to be able to get high was right in that black hole which took me from the ground, to another portal in the center of a room with edible toiletpaper, chocolate soap, and strawberry cake. All along the watchtower were red spots dazzling my eyes and purple haze, that was until the breakfast club; the Princess, the Lost Boys and Morphius intervened by chopping up the Leprachaun into bite-size creamed noodles with cherries on top.
"Hooboy," I thought, my days of plundering villages has just begun. When I really opened the door to the machine, I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a hotdog! I was terrified,what should i do? Should I eat the hotdog or let it get away. While I sat there thinking, the hotdog ate an extra small piece of catfish smeared with face-wash that smelled like a wet cat. so I proceeded to sneak up on a dinosaur eating my smelly hotdog. I figured that i should just *commercial break.............returns!* Wait what?! I thought this was some kind of jedi mind trick that Jimi Hendrix conjured

Stop that. @livinghell its 3 words not five and don't change what other people have said.
This was first.

zferret said:

Stop that. @livinghell its 3 words not five and don't change what other people have said.
This was first.

You might want to look above your post Zferret my post beat you he added on from mine. So he is alright.

I went upstairs to remove a fallen grandma from a pimp ready to talcum powder slap someone after she died. I then ran from the devil named Jeff shortly after tripping over a little dwarf, That had a very very little monitor that was 7" in length and 2" tall! I decided I would go out to get breakfast with someone who only eats catfood with ketchup and told me this: I know where you can find a yellow unicorn with a giant pickle on his One sunken eye. Then he had An attached jetpack explode. Miraculously, he survived the blast of a little tactical nuclear missile which luckily was a goat. I saw a kid doing backflips and picking his nose on the road that was closed. He caught me dancing with several tiny pink gorillas that looked like William Shatner's nipples were on FIRE. It was then burnt into my brain forever remaining the one thing I can't remember while sniffing bananas.
My Alienware exploded into super models with blonde hair, the babes approached with extremely big feet and egos, only matched by the internal thoughts that I the most badass creature of all miniature BF3 soldiers would die alone in their puddle of red hot burning lava that smelled like my left-over meatloaf. Anyway, the alienware was my old table which I ate without any fear breakfast on, so after I bought a sandwich from a hermaphroditic leprechaun, I cooked a melon with olives.
Every time I think back on my Granny's pimp, it gets me madder than a my little pony. I just want to pimp-slap the monkey's out of William Shatner's toupee and roll out his priceline negotiator while Trekkies everywhere gently rubbed vaseline mixed with Heinz57 and gasoline on my back during a dress-like a Klingon event. Luckily I had Ninja powered bike which allowed me the most badass ride minus warp-drive. I escaped due to my enlarged ear which could hear the devil jeff wacking it off.
I shouted loudly: "HEYYYY YOUU GUUUUYYYSS!" And quickly drove off a cliff while drinking the massively powerful, unbelievable, Amazing dance potion brewed by his godmother, Jamie Lee Curtis. Luckily I was punting my cat off, re-inventing the cat-a-pult, when there suddenly was a parade of mythical creatures which caught me. Stunned, I quickly ran to the nearest porta-potty, hoping to be abducted by cowmen with lazer-guided flash-drives that hurt like coldest minty fresh breathmints. Then I proceed like a ninja to drop-kick the huge Leprachaun with a huge bong, but I decided the best way to be able to get high was right in that black hole which took me from the ground, to another portal in the center of a room with edible toiletpaper, chocolate soap, and strawberry cake. All along the watchtower were red spots dazzling my eyes and purple haze, that was until the breakfast club; the Princess, the Lost Boys and Morphius intervened by chopping up the Leprachaun into bite-size creamed noodles with cherries on top.
"Hooboy," I thought, my days of plundering villages has just begun. When I really opened the door to the machine, I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a hotdog! I was terrified,what should i do? Should I eat the hotdog or let it get away. While I sat there thinking, the hotdog ate an extra small piece of catfish smeared with face-wash that smelled like a wet cat. so I proceeded to sneak up on a dinosaur eating my smelly hotdog. I figured that i should just *commercial break.............returns!* Wait what?! I thought this was some kind of jedi mind trick that a commercial cut tv show made entirely of cheese. But that cheese

I went upstairs to remove a fallen grandma from a pimp ready to talcum powder slap someone after she died. I then ran from the devil named Jeff shortly after tripping over a little dwarf, That had a very very little monitor that was 7" in length and 2" tall! I decided I would go out to get breakfast with someone who only eats catfood with ketchup and told me this: I know where you can find a yellow unicorn with a giant pickle on his One sunken eye. Then he had An attached jetpack explode. Miraculously, he survived the blast of a little tactical nuclear missile which luckily was a goat. I saw a kid doing backflips and picking his nose on the road that was closed. He caught me dancing with several tiny pink gorillas that looked like William Shatner's nipples were on FIRE. It was then burnt into my brain forever remaining the one thing I can't remember while sniffing bananas.

My Alienware exploded into super models with blonde hair, the babes approached with extremely big feet and egos, only matched by the internal thoughts that I the most badass creature of all miniature BF3 soldiers would die alone in their puddle of red hot burning lava that smelled like my left-over meatloaf. Anyway, the alienware was my old table which I ate without any fear breakfast on, so after I bought a sandwich from a hermaphroditic leprechaun, I cooked a melon with olives.

Every time I think back on my Granny's pimp, it gets me madder than a my little pony. I just want to pimp-slap the monkey's out of William Shatner's toupee and roll out his priceline negotiator while Trekkies everywhere gently rubbed vaseline mixed with Heinz57 and gasoline on my back during a dress-like a Klingon event. Luckily I had Ninja powered bike which allowed me the most badass ride minus warp-drive. I escaped due to my enlarged ear which could hear the devil jeff wacking it off.

I shouted loudly: "HEYYYY YOUU GUUUUYYYSS!" And quickly drove off a cliff while drinking the massively powerful, unbelievable, Amazing dance potion brewed by his godmother, Jamie Lee Curtis. Luckily I was punting my cat off, re-inventing the cat-a-pult, when there suddenly was a parade of mythical creatures which caught me. Stunned, I quickly ran to the nearest porta-potty, hoping to be abducted by cowmen with lazer-guided flash-drives that hurt like coldest minty fresh breathmints. Then I proceed like a ninja to drop-kick the huge Leprachaun with a huge bong, but I decided the best way to be able to get high was right in that black hole which took me from the ground, to another portal in the center of a room with edible toiletpaper, chocolate soap, and strawberry cake. All along the watchtower were red spots dazzling my eyes and purple haze, that was until the breakfast club; the Princess, the Lost Boys and Morphius intervened by chopping up the Leprachaun into bite-size creamed noodles with cherries on top.

"Hooboy," I thought, my days of plundering villages has just begun. When I really opened the door to the machine, I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a hotdog! I was terrified,what should i do? Should I eat the hotdog or let it get away. While I sat there thinking, the hotdog ate an extra small piece of catfish smeared with face-wash that smelled like a wet cat. so I proceeded to sneak up on a dinosaur eating my smelly hotdog. I figured that i should just *commercial break.............returns!* Wait what?! I thought this was some kind of jedi mind trick that a commercial cut tv show made entirely of cheese. But that cheese, the finest of

I went upstairs to remove a fallen grandma from a pimp ready to talcum powder slap someone after she died. I then ran from the devil named Jeff shortly after tripping over a little dwarf, That had a very very little monitor that was 7" in length and 2" tall! I decided I would go out to get breakfast with someone who only eats catfood with ketchup and told me this: I know where you can find a yellow unicorn with a giant pickle on his One sunken eye. Then he had An attached jetpack explode. Miraculously, he survived the blast of a little tactical nuclear missile which luckily was a goat. I saw a kid doing backflips and picking his nose on the road that was closed. He caught me dancing with several tiny pink gorillas that looked like William Shatner's nipples were on FIRE. It was then burnt into my brain forever remaining the one thing I can't remember while sniffing bananas.
My Alienware exploded into super models with blonde hair, the babes approached with extremely big feet and egos, only matched by the internal thoughts that I the most badass creature of all miniature BF3 soldiers would die alone in their puddle of red hot burning lava that smelled like my left-over meatloaf. Anyway, the alienware was my old table which I ate without any fear breakfast on, so after I bought a sandwich from a hermaphroditic leprechaun, I cooked a melon with olives.
Every time I think back on my Granny's pimp, it gets me madder than a my little pony. I just want to pimp-slap the monkey's out of William Shatner's toupee and roll out his priceline negotiator while Trekkies everywhere gently rubbed vaseline mixed with Heinz57 and gasoline on my back during a dress-like a Klingon event. Luckily I had Ninja powered bike which allowed me the most badass ride minus warp-drive. I escaped due to my enlarged ear which could hear the devil jeff wacking it off.
I shouted loudly: "HEYYYY YOUU GUUUUYYYSS!" And quickly drove off a cliff while drinking the massively powerful, unbelievable, Amazing dance potion brewed by his godmother, Jamie Lee Curtis. Luckily I was punting my cat off, re-inventing the cat-a-pult, when there suddenly was a parade of mythical creatures which caught me. Stunned, I quickly ran to the nearest porta-potty, hoping to be abducted by cowmen with lazer-guided flash-drives that hurt like coldest minty fresh breathmints. Then I proceed like a ninja to drop-kick the huge Leprachaun with a huge bong, but I decided the best way to be able to get high was right in that black hole which took me from the ground, to another portal in the center of a room with edible toiletpaper, chocolate soap, and strawberry cake. All along the watchtower were red spots dazzling my eyes and purple haze, that was until the breakfast club; the Princess, the Lost Boys and Morphius intervened by chopping up the Leprachaun into bite-size creamed noodles with cherries on top.
"Hooboy," I thought, my days of plundering villages has just begun. When I really opened the door to the machine, I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a hotdog! I was terrified,what should i do? Should I eat the hotdog or let it get away. While I sat there thinking, the hotdog ate an extra small piece of catfish smeared with face-wash that smelled like a wet cat. so I proceeded to sneak up on a dinosaur eating my smelly hotdog. I figured that i should just *commercial break.............returns!* Wait what?! I thought this was some kind of jedi mind trick that a commercial cut tv show made entirely of cheese. But that cheese, the finest of Cheesy Cheese Mountain,

I went upstairs to remove a fallen grandma from a pimp ready to talcum powder slap someone after she died. I then ran from the devil named Jeff shortly after tripping over a little dwarf, That had a very very little monitor that was 7" in length and 2" tall! I decided I would go out to get breakfast with someone who only eats catfood with ketchup and told me this: I know where you can find a yellow unicorn with a giant pickle on his One sunken eye. Then he had An attached jetpack explode. Miraculously, he survived the blast of a little tactical nuclear missile which luckily was a goat. I saw a kid doing backflips and picking his nose on the road that was closed. He caught me dancing with several tiny pink gorillas that looked like William Shatner's nipples were on FIRE. It was then burnt into my brain forever remaining the one thing I can't remember while sniffing bananas.

My Alienware exploded into super models with blonde hair, the babes approached with extremely big feet and egos, only matched by the internal thoughts that I the most badass creature of all miniature BF3 soldiers would die alone in their puddle of red hot burning lava that smelled like my left-over meatloaf. Anyway, the alienware was my old table which I ate without any fear breakfast on, so after I bought a sandwich from a hermaphroditic leprechaun, I cooked a melon with olives.

Every time I think back on my Granny's pimp, it gets me madder than a my little pony. I just want to pimp-slap the monkey's out of William Shatner's toupee and roll out his priceline negotiator while Trekkies everywhere gently rubbed vaseline mixed with Heinz57 and gasoline on my back during a dress-like a Klingon event. Luckily I had Ninja powered bike which allowed me the most badass ride minus warp-drive. I escaped due to my enlarged ear which could hear the devil jeff wacking it off.

I shouted loudly: "HEYYYY YOUU GUUUUYYYSS!" And quickly drove off a cliff while drinking the massively powerful, unbelievable, Amazing dance potion brewed by his godmother, Jamie Lee Curtis. Luckily I was punting my cat off, re-inventing the cat-a-pult, when there suddenly was a parade of mythical creatures which caught me. Stunned, I quickly ran to the nearest porta-potty, hoping to be abducted by cowmen with lazer-guided flash-drives that hurt like coldest minty fresh breathmints. Then I proceed like a ninja to drop-kick the huge Leprachaun with a huge bong, but I decided the best way to be able to get high was right in that black hole which took me from the ground, to another portal in the center of a room with edible toiletpaper, chocolate soap, and strawberry cake. All along the watchtower were red spots dazzling my eyes and purple haze, that was until the breakfast club; the Princess, the Lost Boys and Morphius intervened by chopping up the Leprachaun into bite-size creamed noodles with cherries on top.

"Hooboy," I thought, my days of plundering villages has just begun. When I really opened the door to the machine, I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a hotdog! I was terrified,what should i do? Should I eat the hotdog or let it get away. While I sat there thinking, the hotdog ate an extra small piece of catfish smeared with face-wash that smelled like a wet cat. so I proceeded to sneak up on a dinosaur eating my smelly hotdog. I figured that i should just *commercial break.............returns!* Wait what?! I thought this was some kind of jedi mind trick that a commercial cut tv show made entirely of cheese. But that cheese, the finest of Cheesy Cheese Mountain, so i took

I went upstairs to remove a fallen grandma from a pimp ready to talcum powder slap someone after she died. I then ran from the devil named Jeff shortly after tripping over a little dwarf, That had a very very little monitor that was 7" in length and 2" tall! I decided I would go out to get breakfast with someone who only eats catfood with ketchup and told me this: I know where you can find a yellow unicorn with a giant pickle on his One sunken eye. Then he had An attached jetpack explode. Miraculously, he survived the blast of a little tactical nuclear missile which luckily was a goat. I saw a kid doing backflips and picking his nose on the road that was closed. He caught me dancing with several tiny pink gorillas that looked like William Shatner's nipples were on FIRE. It was then burnt into my brain forever remaining the one thing I can't remember while sniffing bananas.
My Alienware exploded into super models with blonde hair, the babes approached with extremely big feet and egos, only matched by the internal thoughts that I the most badass creature of all miniature BF3 soldiers would die alone in their puddle of red hot burning lava that smelled like my left-over meatloaf. Anyway, the alienware was my old table which I ate without any fear breakfast on, so after I bought a sandwich from a hermaphroditic leprechaun, I cooked a melon with olives.
Every time I think back on my Granny's pimp, it gets me madder than a my little pony. I just want to pimp-slap the monkey's out of William Shatner's toupee and roll out his priceline negotiator while Trekkies everywhere gently rubbed vaseline mixed with Heinz57 and gasoline on my back during a dress-like a Klingon event. Luckily I had Ninja powered bike which allowed me the most badass ride minus warp-drive. I escaped due to my enlarged ear which could hear the devil jeff wacking it off.
I shouted loudly: "HEYYYY YOUU GUUUUYYYSS!" And quickly drove off a cliff while drinking the massively powerful, unbelievable, Amazing dance potion brewed by his godmother, Jamie Lee Curtis. Luckily I was punting my cat off, re-inventing the cat-a-pult, when there suddenly was a parade of mythical creatures which caught me. Stunned, I quickly ran to the nearest porta-potty, hoping to be abducted by cowmen with lazer-guided flash-drives that hurt like coldest minty fresh breathmints. Then I proceed like a ninja to drop-kick the huge Leprachaun with a huge bong, but I decided the best way to be able to get high was right in that black hole which took me from the ground, to another portal in the center of a room with edible toiletpaper, chocolate soap, and strawberry cake. All along the watchtower were red spots dazzling my eyes and purple haze, that was until the breakfast club; the Princess, the Lost Boys and Morphius intervened by chopping up the Leprachaun into bite-size creamed noodles with cherries on top.
"Hooboy," I thought, my days of plundering villages has just begun. When I really opened the door to the machine, I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a hotdog! I was terrified,what should i do? Should I eat the hotdog or let it get away. While I sat there thinking, the hotdog ate an extra small piece of catfish smeared with face-wash that smelled like a wet cat. so I proceeded to sneak up on a dinosaur eating my smelly hotdog. I figured that i should just *commercial break.............returns!* Wait what?! I thought this was some kind of jedi mind trick that a commercial cut tv show made entirely of cheese. But that cheese, the finest of Cheesy Cheese Mountain, so i took two blue pills

I went upstairs to remove a fallen grandma from a pimp ready to talcum powder slap someone after she died. I then ran from the devil named Jeff shortly after tripping over a little dwarf, That had a very very little monitor that was 7" in length and 2" tall! I decided I would go out to get breakfast with someone who only eats catfood with ketchup and told me this: I know where you can find a yellow unicorn with a giant pickle on his One sunken eye. Then he had An attached jetpack explode. Miraculously, he survived the blast of a little tactical nuclear missile which luckily was a goat. I saw a kid doing backflips and picking his nose on the road that was closed. He caught me dancing with several tiny pink gorillas that looked like William Shatner's nipples were on FIRE. It was then burnt into my brain forever remaining the one thing I can't remember while sniffing bananas.

My Alienware exploded into super models with blonde hair, the babes approached with extremely big feet and egos, only matched by the internal thoughts that I the most badass creature of all miniature BF3 soldiers would die alone in their puddle of red hot burning lava that smelled like my left-over meatloaf. Anyway, the alienware was my old table which I ate without any fear breakfast on, so after I bought a sandwich from a hermaphroditic leprechaun, I cooked a melon with olives.

Every time I think back on my Granny's pimp, it gets me madder than a my little pony. I just want to pimp-slap the monkey's out of William Shatner's toupee and roll out his priceline negotiator while Trekkies everywhere gently rubbed vaseline mixed with Heinz57 and gasoline on my back during a dress-like a Klingon event. Luckily I had Ninja powered bike which allowed me the most badass ride minus warp-drive. I escaped due to my enlarged ear which could hear the devil jeff wacking it off.

I shouted loudly: "HEYYYY YOUU GUUUUYYYSS!" And quickly drove off a cliff while drinking the massively powerful, unbelievable, Amazing dance potion brewed by his godmother, Jamie Lee Curtis. Luckily I was punting my cat off, re-inventing the cat-a-pult, when there suddenly was a parade of mythical creatures which caught me. Stunned, I quickly ran to the nearest porta-potty, hoping to be abducted by cowmen with lazer-guided flash-drives that hurt like coldest minty fresh breathmints. Then I proceed like a ninja to drop-kick the huge Leprachaun with a huge bong, but I decided the best way to be able to get high was right in that black hole which took me from the ground, to another portal in the center of a room with edible toiletpaper, chocolate soap, and strawberry cake. All along the watchtower were red spots dazzling my eyes and purple haze, that was until the breakfast club; the Princess, the Lost Boys and Morphius intervened by chopping up the Leprachaun into bite-size creamed noodles with cherries on top.

"Hooboy," I thought, my days of plundering villages has just begun. When I really opened the door to the machine, I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a hotdog! I was terrified,what should i do? Should I eat the hotdog or let it get away. While I sat there thinking, the hotdog ate an extra small piece of catfish smeared with face-wash that smelled like a wet cat. so I proceeded to sneak up on a dinosaur eating my smelly hotdog. I figured that i should just *commercial break.............returns!* Wait what?! I thought this was some kind of jedi mind trick that a commercial cut tv show made entirely of cheese. But that cheese, the finest of Cheesy Cheese Mountain, so i took two blue pills and was transported