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Post by Lavender on Dec 19, 2007 15:01:56 GMT -5
...::Chapter One::...
Once upon a blustery winter morn, a very unhappy toad without shoes hopped hurriedly. However, he didn't notice the terribly tall, vehemently verdant vole called Corin Cobalt. Ending the alliteration, the melancholy amphibian proportioned his middle to amazingly disproportionate extrema, hoping that, with much fervor, his horrendous stench would ruin Christmas. On a very boring and unoriginal basis of kinetic theory of relativity against the ultimate rush of adrenaline, requiring not one, but several of the following ingredients: Magnesium, plutonium, and millions of jittery lemonheads, his experiment and did funny little jig. Thenceforth erasing the reality for millions of innocent bystanders. Whom were blissfully unaware, of the looming events about to change the face, and the breadth of the Brazilian, jumping rabbits that died instantaneously when they flew over Martin the warrior's dirty laundry. Furthermore, my relation of the almighty relativity of sugar cookies was halted viciously. By the font of the text more commonly known as randomness, I wrestled a pigeon, he bit me. Therefore, I had super-awesome-disco to the sound of a crazy dancing apple tree. The toad's shoes
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Post by Toriphess on Dec 19, 2007 18:14:14 GMT -5
...::Chapter One::...
Once upon a blustery winter morn, a very unhappy toad without shoes hopped hurriedly. However, he didn't notice the terribly tall, vehemently verdant vole called Corin Cobalt. Ending the alliteration, the melancholy amphibian proportioned his middle to amazingly disproportionate extrema, hoping that, with much fervor, his horrendous stench would ruin Christmas. On a very boring and unoriginal basis of kinetic theory of relativity against the ultimate rush of adrenaline, requiring not one, but several of the following ingredients: Magnesium, plutonium, and millions of jittery lemonheads, his experiment and did funny little jig. Thenceforth erasing the reality for millions of innocent bystanders. Whom were blissfully unaware, of the looming events about to change the face, and the breadth of the Brazilian, jumping rabbits that died instantaneously when they flew over Martin the warrior's dirty laundry. Furthermore, my relation of the almighty relativity of sugar cookies was halted viciously. By the font of the text more commonly known as randomness, I wrestled a pigeon, he bit me. Therefore, I had super-awesome-disco to the sound of a crazy dancing apple tree. The toad's shoes squashed flat the
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Post by Lavender on Dec 19, 2007 20:45:14 GMT -5
...::Chapter One::...
Once upon a blustery winter morn, a very unhappy toad without shoes hopped hurriedly. However, he didn't notice the terribly tall, vehemently verdant vole called Corin Cobalt. Ending the alliteration, the melancholy amphibian proportioned his middle to amazingly disproportionate extrema, hoping that, with much fervor, his horrendous stench would ruin Christmas. On a very boring and unoriginal basis of kinetic theory of relativity against the ultimate rush of adrenaline, requiring not one, but several of the following ingredients: Magnesium, plutonium, and millions of jittery lemonheads, his experiment and did funny little jig. Thenceforth erasing the reality for millions of innocent bystanders. Whom were blissfully unaware, of the looming events about to change the face, and the breadth of the Brazilian, jumping rabbits that died instantaneously when they flew over Martin the warrior's dirty laundry. Furthermore, my relation of the almighty relativity of sugar cookies was halted viciously. By the font of the text more commonly known as randomness, I wrestled a pigeon, he bit me. Therefore, I had super-awesome-disco to the sound of a crazy dancing apple tree. The toad's shoes squashed flat the annoying little cricket
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Post by Toriphess on Dec 19, 2007 23:00:45 GMT -5
...::Chapter One::...
Once upon a blustery winter morn, a very unhappy toad without shoes hopped hurriedly. However, he didn't notice the terribly tall, vehemently verdant vole called Corin Cobalt. Ending the alliteration, the melancholy amphibian proportioned his middle to amazingly disproportionate extrema, hoping that, with much fervor, his horrendous stench would ruin Christmas. On a very boring and unoriginal basis of kinetic theory of relativity against the ultimate rush of adrenaline, requiring not one, but several of the following ingredients: Magnesium, plutonium, and millions of jittery lemonheads, his experiment and did funny little jig. Thenceforth erasing the reality for millions of innocent bystanders. Whom were blissfully unaware, of the looming events about to change the face, and the breadth of the Brazilian, jumping rabbits that died instantaneously when they flew over Martin the warrior's dirty laundry. Furthermore, my relation of the almighty relativity of sugar cookies was halted viciously. By the font of the text more commonly known as randomness, I wrestled a pigeon, he bit me. Therefore, I had super-awesome-disco to the sound of a crazy dancing apple tree. The toad's shoes squashed flat the annoying little cricket who said boo.
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Post by Ashstripe on Dec 20, 2007 1:05:22 GMT -5
...::Chapter One::...
Once upon a blustery winter morn, a very unhappy toad without shoes hopped hurriedly. However, he didn't notice the terribly tall, vehemently verdant vole called Corin Cobalt. Ending the alliteration, the melancholy amphibian proportioned his middle to amazingly disproportionate extrema, hoping that, with much fervor, his horrendous stench would ruin Christmas. On a very boring and unoriginal basis of kinetic theory of relativity against the ultimate rush of adrenaline, requiring not one, but several of the following ingredients: Magnesium, plutonium, and millions of jittery lemonheads, his experiment and did funny little jig. Thenceforth erasing the reality for millions of innocent bystanders. Whom were blissfully unaware, of the looming events about to change the face, and the breadth of the Brazilian, jumping rabbits that died instantaneously when they flew over Martin the warrior's dirty laundry. Furthermore, my relation of the almighty relativity of sugar cookies was halted viciously. By the font of the text more commonly known as randomness, I wrestled a pigeon, he bit me. Therefore, I had super-awesome-disco to the sound of a crazy dancing apple tree. The toad's shoes squashed flat the annoying little cricket who said boo. When provoked by
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Post by Lavender on Dec 20, 2007 10:04:49 GMT -5
...::Chapter One::...
Once upon a blustery winter morn, a very unhappy toad without shoes hopped hurriedly. However, he didn't notice the terribly tall, vehemently verdant vole called Corin Cobalt. Ending the alliteration, the melancholy amphibian proportioned his middle to amazingly disproportionate extrema, hoping that, with much fervor, his horrendous stench would ruin Christmas. On a very boring and unoriginal basis of kinetic theory of relativity against the ultimate rush of adrenaline, requiring not one, but several of the following ingredients: Magnesium, plutonium, and millions of jittery lemonheads, his experiment and did funny little jig. Thenceforth erasing the reality for millions of innocent bystanders. Whom were blissfully unaware, of the looming events about to change the face, and the breadth of the Brazilian, jumping rabbits that died instantaneously when they flew over Martin the warrior's dirty laundry. Furthermore, my relation of the almighty relativity of sugar cookies was halted viciously. By the font of the text more commonly known as randomness, I wrestled a pigeon, he bit me. Therefore, I had super-awesome-disco to the sound of a crazy dancing apple tree. The toad's shoes squashed flat the annoying little cricket who said boo. When provoked by the cricket's demise
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Post by Toriphess on Dec 20, 2007 15:25:49 GMT -5
...::Chapter One::...
Once upon a blustery winter morn, a very unhappy toad without shoes hopped hurriedly. However, he didn't notice the terribly tall, vehemently verdant vole called Corin Cobalt. Ending the alliteration, the melancholy amphibian proportioned his middle to amazingly disproportionate extrema, hoping that, with much fervor, his horrendous stench would ruin Christmas. On a very boring and unoriginal basis of kinetic theory of relativity against the ultimate rush of adrenaline, requiring not one, but several of the following ingredients: Magnesium, plutonium, and millions of jittery lemonheads, his experiment and did funny little jig. Thenceforth erasing the reality for millions of innocent bystanders. Whom were blissfully unaware, of the looming events about to change the face, and the breadth of the Brazilian, jumping rabbits that died instantaneously when they flew over Martin the warrior's dirty laundry. Furthermore, my relation of the almighty relativity of sugar cookies was halted viciously. By the font of the text more commonly known as randomness, I wrestled a pigeon, he bit me. Therefore, I had super-awesome-disco to the sound of a crazy dancing apple tree. The toad's shoes squashed flat the annoying little cricket who said boo. When provoked by the cricket's demise I climbed the
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Post by Ashstripe on Dec 20, 2007 18:31:41 GMT -5
...::Chapter One::...
Once upon a blustery winter morn, a very unhappy toad without shoes hopped hurriedly. However, he didn't notice the terribly tall, vehemently verdant vole called Corin Cobalt. Ending the alliteration, the melancholy amphibian proportioned his middle to amazingly disproportionate extrema, hoping that, with much fervor, his horrendous stench would ruin Christmas. On a very boring and unoriginal basis of kinetic theory of relativity against the ultimate rush of adrenaline, requiring not one, but several of the following ingredients: Magnesium, plutonium, and millions of jittery lemonheads, his experiment and did funny little jig. Thenceforth erasing the reality for millions of innocent bystanders. Whom were blissfully unaware, of the looming events about to change the face, and the breadth of the Brazilian, jumping rabbits that died instantaneously when they flew over Martin the warrior's dirty laundry. Furthermore, my relation of the almighty relativity of sugar cookies was halted viciously. By the font of the text more commonly known as randomness, I wrestled a pigeon, he bit me. Therefore, I had super-awesome-disco to the sound of a crazy dancing apple tree. The toad's shoes squashed flat the annoying little cricket who said boo. When provoked by the cricket's demise I climbed the Himalaya's and met
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Post by Toriphess on Dec 21, 2007 3:33:30 GMT -5
...::Chapter One::...
Once upon a blustery winter morn, a very unhappy toad without shoes hopped hurriedly. However, he didn't notice the terribly tall, vehemently verdant vole called Corin Cobalt. Ending the alliteration, the melancholy amphibian proportioned his middle to amazingly disproportionate extrema, hoping that, with much fervor, his horrendous stench would ruin Christmas. On a very boring and unoriginal basis of kinetic theory of relativity against the ultimate rush of adrenaline, requiring not one, but several of the following ingredients: Magnesium, plutonium, and millions of jittery lemonheads, his experiment and did funny little jig. Thenceforth erasing the reality for millions of innocent bystanders. Whom were blissfully unaware, of the looming events about to change the face, and the breadth of the Brazilian, jumping rabbits that died instantaneously when they flew over Martin the warrior's dirty laundry. Furthermore, my relation of the almighty relativity of sugar cookies was halted viciously. By the font of the text more commonly known as randomness, I wrestled a pigeon, he bit me. Therefore, I had super-awesome-disco to the sound of a crazy dancing apple tree. The toad's shoes squashed flat the annoying little cricket who said boo. When provoked by the cricket's demise I climbed the Himalaya's and met the Abominable Snowbunny
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Post by Lavender on Dec 21, 2007 12:11:49 GMT -5
...::Chapter One::...
Once upon a blustery winter morn, a very unhappy toad without shoes hopped hurriedly. However, he didn't notice the terribly tall, vehemently verdant vole called Corin Cobalt. Ending the alliteration, the melancholy amphibian proportioned his middle to amazingly disproportionate extrema, hoping that, with much fervor, his horrendous stench would ruin Christmas. On a very boring and unoriginal basis of kinetic theory of relativity against the ultimate rush of adrenaline, requiring not one, but several of the following ingredients: Magnesium, plutonium, and millions of jittery lemonheads, his experiment and did funny little jig. Thenceforth erasing the reality for millions of innocent bystanders. Whom were blissfully unaware, of the looming events about to change the face, and the breadth of the Brazilian, jumping rabbits that died instantaneously when they flew over Martin the warrior's dirty laundry. Furthermore, my relation of the almighty relativity of sugar cookies was halted viciously. By the font of the text more commonly known as randomness, I wrestled a pigeon, he bit me. Therefore, I had super-awesome-disco to the sound of a crazy dancing apple tree. The toad's shoes squashed flat the annoying little cricket who said boo. When provoked by the cricket's demise I climbed the Himalaya's and met the Abominable Snowbunny and a horde
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Post by Toriphess on Dec 22, 2007 14:12:00 GMT -5
...::Chapter One::...
Once upon a blustery winter morn, a very unhappy toad without shoes hopped hurriedly. However, he didn't notice the terribly tall, vehemently verdant vole called Corin Cobalt. Ending the alliteration, the melancholy amphibian proportioned his middle to amazingly disproportionate extrema, hoping that, with much fervor, his horrendous stench would ruin Christmas. On a very boring and unoriginal basis of kinetic theory of relativity against the ultimate rush of adrenaline, requiring not one, but several of the following ingredients: Magnesium, plutonium, and millions of jittery lemonheads, his experiment and did funny little jig. Thenceforth erasing the reality for millions of innocent bystanders. Whom were blissfully unaware, of the looming events about to change the face, and the breadth of the Brazilian, jumping rabbits that died instantaneously when they flew over Martin the warrior's dirty laundry. Furthermore, my relation of the almighty relativity of sugar cookies was halted viciously. By the font of the text more commonly known as randomness, I wrestled a pigeon, he bit me. Therefore, I had super-awesome-disco to the sound of a crazy dancing apple tree. The toad's shoes squashed flat the annoying little cricket who said boo. When provoked by the cricket's demise I climbed the Himalaya's and met the Abominable Snowbunny and a horde of rabid roaches.
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Post by Ashstripe on Dec 25, 2007 17:41:56 GMT -5
...::Chapter One::...
Once upon a blustery winter morn, a very unhappy toad without shoes hopped hurriedly. However, he didn't notice the terribly tall, vehemently verdant vole called Corin Cobalt. Ending the alliteration, the melancholy amphibian proportioned his middle to amazingly disproportionate extrema, hoping that, with much fervor, his horrendous stench would ruin Christmas. On a very boring and unoriginal basis of kinetic theory of relativity against the ultimate rush of adrenaline, requiring not one, but several of the following ingredients: Magnesium, plutonium, and millions of jittery lemonheads, his experiment and did funny little jig. Thenceforth erasing the reality for millions of innocent bystanders. Whom were blissfully unaware, of the looming events about to change the face, and the breadth of the Brazilian, jumping rabbits that died instantaneously when they flew over Martin the warrior's dirty laundry. Furthermore, my relation of the almighty relativity of sugar cookies was halted viciously. By the font of the text more commonly known as randomness, I wrestled a pigeon, he bit me. Therefore, I had super-awesome-disco to the sound of a crazy dancing apple tree. The toad's shoes squashed flat the annoying little cricket who said boo. When provoked by the cricket's demise I climbed the Himalaya's and met the Abominable Snowbunny and a horde of rabid roaches. Whom spoke in
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Post by Toriphess on Dec 25, 2007 20:34:53 GMT -5
...::Chapter One::...
Once upon a blustery winter morn, a very unhappy toad without shoes hopped hurriedly. However, he didn't notice the terribly tall, vehemently verdant vole called Corin Cobalt. Ending the alliteration, the melancholy amphibian proportioned his middle to amazingly disproportionate extrema, hoping that, with much fervor, his horrendous stench would ruin Christmas. On a very boring and unoriginal basis of kinetic theory of relativity against the ultimate rush of adrenaline, requiring not one, but several of the following ingredients: Magnesium, plutonium, and millions of jittery lemonheads, his experiment and did funny little jig. Thenceforth erasing the reality for millions of innocent bystanders. Whom were blissfully unaware, of the looming events about to change the face, and the breadth of the Brazilian, jumping rabbits that died instantaneously when they flew over Martin the warrior's dirty laundry. Furthermore, my relation of the almighty relativity of sugar cookies was halted viciously. By the font of the text more commonly known as randomness, I wrestled a pigeon, he bit me. Therefore, I had super-awesome-disco to the sound of a crazy dancing apple tree. The toad's shoes squashed flat the annoying little cricket who said boo. When provoked by the cricket's demise I climbed the Himalaya's and met the Abominable Snowbunny and a horde of rabid roaches. Whom spoke in pig latin. Translating
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Post by Nura Thistledown on Dec 27, 2007 10:08:13 GMT -5
...::Chapter One::...
Once upon a blustery winter morn, a very unhappy toad without shoes hopped hurriedly. However, he didn't notice the terribly tall, vehemently verdant vole called Corin Cobalt. Ending the alliteration, the melancholy amphibian proportioned his middle to amazingly disproportionate extrema, hoping that, with much fervor, his horrendous stench would ruin Christmas. On a very boring and unoriginal basis of kinetic theory of relativity against the ultimate rush of adrenaline, requiring not one, but several of the following ingredients: Magnesium, plutonium, and millions of jittery lemonheads, his experiment and did funny little jig. Thenceforth erasing the reality for millions of innocent bystanders. Whom were blissfully unaware, of the looming events about to change the face, and the breadth of the Brazilian, jumping rabbits that died instantaneously when they flew over Martin the warrior's dirty laundry. Furthermore, my relation of the almighty relativity of sugar cookies was halted viciously. By the font of the text more commonly known as randomness, I wrestled a pigeon, he bit me. Therefore, I had super-awesome-disco to the sound of a crazy dancing apple tree. The toad's shoes squashed flat the annoying little cricket who said boo. When provoked by the cricket's demise I climbed the Himalaya's and met the Abominable Snowbunny and a horde of rabid roaches. Whom spoke in pig latin. Translating was extremely difficult
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Post by Ashstripe on Dec 27, 2007 18:42:03 GMT -5
...::Chapter One::...
Once upon a blustery winter morn, a very unhappy toad without shoes hopped hurriedly. However, he didn't notice the terribly tall, vehemently verdant vole called Corin Cobalt. Ending the alliteration, the melancholy amphibian proportioned his middle to amazingly disproportionate extrema, hoping that, with much fervor, his horrendous stench would ruin Christmas. On a very boring and unoriginal basis of kinetic theory of relativity against the ultimate rush of adrenaline, requiring not one, but several of the following ingredients: Magnesium, plutonium, and millions of jittery lemonheads, his experiment and did funny little jig. Thenceforth erasing the reality for millions of innocent bystanders. Whom were blissfully unaware, of the looming events about to change the face, and the breadth of the Brazilian, jumping rabbits that died instantaneously when they flew over Martin the warrior's dirty laundry. Furthermore, my relation of the almighty relativity of sugar cookies was halted viciously. By the font of the text more commonly known as randomness, I wrestled a pigeon, he bit me. Therefore, I had super-awesome-disco to the sound of a crazy dancing apple tree. The toad's shoes squashed flat the annoying little cricket who said boo. When provoked by the cricket's demise I climbed the Himalaya's and met the Abominable Snowbunny and a horde of rabid roaches. Whom spoke in pig latin. Translating was extremely difficult as it was
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Post by Lavender on Jan 1, 2008 10:18:35 GMT -5
...::Chapter One::...
Once upon a blustery winter morn, a very unhappy toad without shoes hopped hurriedly. However, he didn't notice the terribly tall, vehemently verdant vole called Corin Cobalt. Ending the alliteration, the melancholy amphibian proportioned his middle to amazingly disproportionate extrema, hoping that, with much fervor, his horrendous stench would ruin Christmas. On a very boring and unoriginal basis of kinetic theory of relativity against the ultimate rush of adrenaline, requiring not one, but several of the following ingredients: Magnesium, plutonium, and millions of jittery lemonheads, his experiment and did funny little jig. Thenceforth erasing the reality for millions of innocent bystanders. Whom were blissfully unaware, of the looming events about to change the face, and the breadth of the Brazilian, jumping rabbits that died instantaneously when they flew over Martin the warrior's dirty laundry. Furthermore, my relation of the almighty relativity of sugar cookies was halted viciously. By the font of the text more commonly known as randomness, I wrestled a pigeon, he bit me. Therefore, I had super-awesome-disco to the sound of a crazy dancing apple tree. The toad's shoes squashed flat the annoying little cricket who said boo. When provoked by the cricket's demise I climbed the Himalaya's and met the Abominable Snowbunny and a horde of rabid roaches. Whom spoke in pig latin. Translating was extremely difficult as it was all blown away
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Post by Ashstripe on Jan 1, 2008 18:25:53 GMT -5
...::Chapter One::...
Once upon a blustery winter morn, a very unhappy toad without shoes hopped hurriedly. However, he didn't notice the terribly tall, vehemently verdant vole called Corin Cobalt. Ending the alliteration, the melancholy amphibian proportioned his middle to amazingly disproportionate extrema, hoping that, with much fervor, his horrendous stench would ruin Christmas. On a very boring and unoriginal basis of kinetic theory of relativity against the ultimate rush of adrenaline, requiring not one, but several of the following ingredients: Magnesium, plutonium, and millions of jittery lemonheads, his experiment and did funny little jig. Thenceforth erasing the reality for millions of innocent bystanders. Whom were blissfully unaware, of the looming events about to change the face, and the breadth of the Brazilian, jumping rabbits that died instantaneously when they flew over Martin the warrior's dirty laundry. Furthermore, my relation of the almighty relativity of sugar cookies was halted viciously. By the font of the text more commonly known as randomness, I wrestled a pigeon, he bit me. Therefore, I had super-awesome-disco to the sound of a crazy dancing apple tree. The toad's shoes squashed flat the annoying little cricket who said boo. When provoked by the cricket's demise I climbed the Himalaya's and met the Abominable Snowbunny and a horde of rabid roaches. Whom spoke in pig latin. Translating was extremely difficult as it was all blown away by an adventurous
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Post by serenji on Jan 6, 2008 16:21:23 GMT -5
...::Chapter One::...
Once upon a blustery winter morn, a very unhappy toad without shoes hopped hurriedly. However, he didn't notice the terribly tall, vehemently verdant vole called Corin Cobalt. Ending the alliteration, the melancholy amphibian proportioned his middle to amazingly disproportionate extrema, hoping that, with much fervor, his horrendous stench would ruin Christmas. On a very boring and unoriginal basis of kinetic theory of relativity against the ultimate rush of adrenaline, requiring not one, but several of the following ingredients: Magnesium, plutonium, and millions of jittery lemonheads, his experiment and did funny little jig. Thenceforth erasing the reality for millions of innocent bystanders. Whom were blissfully unaware, of the looming events about to change the face, and the breadth of the Brazilian, jumping rabbits that died instantaneously when they flew over Martin the warrior's dirty laundry. Furthermore, my relation of the almighty relativity of sugar cookies was halted viciously. By the font of the text more commonly known as randomness, I wrestled a pigeon, he bit me. Therefore, I had super-awesome-disco to the sound of a crazy dancing apple tree. The toad's shoes squashed flat the annoying little cricket who said boo. When provoked by the cricket's demise I climbed the Himalaya's and met the Abominable Snowbunny and a horde of rabid roaches. Whom spoke in pig latin. Translating was extremely difficult as it was all blown away by an adventurous arrdvark. He grinned
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Post by Cutface on Jan 8, 2008 19:43:53 GMT -5
...::Chapter One::...
Once upon a blustery winter morn, a very unhappy toad without shoes hopped hurriedly. However, he didn't notice the terribly tall, vehemently verdant vole called Corin Cobalt. Ending the alliteration, the melancholy amphibian proportioned his middle to amazingly disproportionate extrema, hoping that, with much fervor, his horrendous stench would ruin Christmas. On a very boring and unoriginal basis of kinetic theory of relativity against the ultimate rush of adrenaline, requiring not one, but several of the following ingredients: Magnesium, plutonium, and millions of jittery lemonheads, his experiment and did funny little jig. Thenceforth erasing the reality for millions of innocent bystanders. Whom were blissfully unaware, of the looming events about to change the face, and the breadth of the Brazilian, jumping rabbits that died instantaneously when they flew over Martin the warrior's dirty laundry. Furthermore, my relation of the almighty relativity of sugar cookies was halted viciously. By the font of the text more commonly known as randomness, I wrestled a pigeon, he bit me. Therefore, I had super-awesome-disco to the sound of a crazy dancing apple tree. The toad's shoes squashed flat the annoying little cricket who said boo. When provoked by the cricket's demise I climbed the Himalaya's and met the Abominable Snowbunny and a horde of rabid roaches. Whom spoke in pig latin. Translating was extremely difficult as it was all blown away by an adventurous arrdvark. He grinned slyly as he
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Post by Ashstripe on Jan 9, 2008 2:21:13 GMT -5
...::Chapter One::...
Once upon a blustery winter morn, a very unhappy toad without shoes hopped hurriedly. However, he didn't notice the terribly tall, vehemently verdant vole called Corin Cobalt. Ending the alliteration, the melancholy amphibian proportioned his middle to amazingly disproportionate extrema, hoping that, with much fervor, his horrendous stench would ruin Christmas. On a very boring and unoriginal basis of kinetic theory of relativity against the ultimate rush of adrenaline, requiring not one, but several of the following ingredients: Magnesium, plutonium, and millions of jittery lemonheads, his experiment and did funny little jig. Thenceforth erasing the reality for millions of innocent bystanders. Whom were blissfully unaware, of the looming events about to change the face, and the breadth of the Brazilian, jumping rabbits that died instantaneously when they flew over Martin the warrior's dirty laundry. Furthermore, my relation of the almighty relativity of sugar cookies was halted viciously. By the font of the text more commonly known as randomness, I wrestled a pigeon, he bit me. Therefore, I had super-awesome-disco to the sound of a crazy dancing apple tree. The toad's shoes squashed flat the annoying little cricket who said boo. When provoked by the cricket's demise I climbed the Himalaya's and met the Abominable Snowbunny and a horde of rabid roaches. Whom spoke in pig latin. Translating was extremely difficult as it was all blown away by an adventurous arrdvark. He grinned slyly as he slowly waited for
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