×One really has not done anything said to me. Therefore, one shall not eat bits of cheese while he plays a base guitar. Even if the macaroni tastes like chicken (which it really does), you don't. Chicken is brown, since turkeys aren't. Beef on a stick, once baked, looks incredibly mispelled. If the pig explodes like a cowardly cowboy, an apple asplosion is tasty as manure which will make your phalanges look licentiously like limp smilies.

Titus has said, "I would not come and go, but thou hast betrayed my constitutional dictionary." He accused me with eating utensils and coloured lemons. Rhythmically, limes don't usually eat big grey rats, even while confabulating with traitorous pianos. I hate it, because if I didn't, Mr. Titus would look too sexy, despite his abnormally large shoelace. Drugs are starting to play with deficient. Thus, my strange sofa with enigmatic flavouring satchets satisfies my pocket protected window. Voracious mites tingle with anticipation as maladaptive timpani dance colorlessly and pairs of glasses nakedly stagger * orphans. Each smitemaster has fought The Stew Boy septence and lost. Nothing less than Mrs. Hermansen shall turn my melancholy puppet into an apricot that giggles uncontrollably while gallivanting randomly and dancing with emoticons.

Why do violets descend from thou? Dinosaurs sing mellifluously at random citizens while John the Jigsaw Eater harmonizes random keys without atonally shouting, "Why won't I snuggle staples?" When Titus drowned, however, the evil Bunches floats while Ezlo laughs cynically. Swivel dies painlessly screaming, but Chaco stabs RoboBob3000 with mothingness (flaming type) which sprays Mouse and kills immortals, even arrogant Ezlos. The macabre ErikH2000 waited patiently for Pinnacle while he jumped Someone Else and turned jokes into Mr. Fun's blasted avatar, excluding coppro's invective. But finally Schik ate my antimatter chopsticks, causing coppro to vehemently deny NiroZ Erasers.

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