Rakko Streamwater
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Post by Rakko Streamwater on Mar 21, 2008 8:00:42 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 his mommy. He boarded the ship called the Wackyduck, which was previously made of chocolate, and was now made of the bootlaces of the many hopes, dreams of Karen the aquaphobic fish. The animal rights groups took the fish and decided it was finally time to eat some soy cubes so that they thenceforth threw the fish into their neighbour's Chicken pen and
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Post by difference on Mar 21, 2008 13:34:25 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 his mommy. He boarded the ship called the Wackyduck, which was previously made of chocolate, and was now made of the bootlaces of the many hopes, dreams of Karen the aquaphobic fish. The animal rights groups took the fish and decided it was finally time to eat some soy cubes so that they thenceforth threw the fish into their neighbour's Chicken pen and went to the
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Rakko Streamwater
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Post by Rakko Streamwater on Mar 24, 2008 11:01:00 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. 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 his mommy. He boarded the ship called the Wackyduck, which was previously made of chocolate, and was now made of the bootlaces of the many hopes, dreams of Karen the aquaphobic fish. The animal rights groups took the fish and decided it was finally time to eat some soy cubes so that they thenceforth threw the fish into their neighbour's Chicken pen and went to the back to fetch
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Post by Poisonsnarl the Vicious on Mar 26, 2008 17:55:28 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 his mommy. He boarded the ship called the Wackyduck, which was previously made of chocolate, and was now made of the bootlaces of the many hopes, dreams of Karen the aquaphobic fish. The animal rights groups took the fish and decided it was finally time to eat some soy cubes so that they thenceforth threw the fish into their neighbour's Chicken pen and went to the back to fetch the green, pickled
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