as was previously said by run-on-man.
In other news, 2012 is rapidly approaching
with it's rather disappointing lack of
penis
enhancers that fail to deliver the true nature of the beast.
Spam mail
no longer exists, thanks to the combined efforts of
420JEWKILLER666, 88HITLER_BOI, and 69JEWNIGGERS. Sadly,
spam mail has been replaced with spam in-brain projection through the combined efforts of
420JEWKILLER666, 88HITLER_BOI, and 69JEWNIGGERS. Sadly,
said spam in-brain projection runs on buggy software with a broken recursive function, due to the combined efforts of
420JEWKILLER666, 88HITLER_BOI, and 69JEWNIGGERS. Sadly,
their data center was highly secured so that nobody could get in and end the process that was creating a time-loop due to its shoddy programming.
"If only we'd read our SICP!" lamented 88HITLER_BOI. Meanwhile,
Sonic the Hedgehog
Died, taking Sega with it to never plague video games with it's games again.
Also, FISTING.
↑ which occurred on that fateful day took the form of BROFISTING.
"Cool story, bro," said Knuckles the Echidna.
Then he went off to fist his buddies.
30,000 years ago,
a great battle was taking place between
Siouxsie & The Banshees and
the buxom man-ladies of the Gro'tai Kingdom
over
the finer points of
FISTING vs. BROFISTING
which led to the establishment of
The Semi Democratic People's Republic of New Manchuria (which you may remember from >>7)
"Oh, yes I do remember it!" - said an innocent bystander. He had no idea that
in the time it took him to utter those words,
Orcs
had already come up with a plan to
knock knock
whos there
buttcrack
buttcrack who
buttcrack jeffery
" said the schizophrenic,
I fucked a cat
with the Ultra Deluxe Dildotronic 20X6, which
looks like a simple polished stick with a small exception of
a curiously placed popcorn machine, perfect in times
Lagiacrus dragon dildo complete with electric shock action
placed at the third Lagrange point
and I got her pregnant somehow.
Ever since I read the SICP,
no invocation of spells could ready me for
SURPRIZE BUTTSECKS
which I enjoyed because MY ANUS is
nano-augmented with
dingleberries.
I have to refresh
my scrotum with
dingleberries.
Or GAY MAGIC, whichever is available.
A triumphant cry of "300 GET!" echoed across
Sparta
, attracting the attention of
Phil Collins
, the renowned artist, who was out on his morning walk. "Look over there, Peter!" Collins pointed towards the peaks of the mountains.
Tumbling down the sides of the Alps surrounding the little Swiss town Collins calls home were lots of little
Detroit. The smell of
strawberries permeated the air, completely negating the general aura of
Nk'uko byatangajwe na Perezida w'uyu muryango
.
Meanwhile,
ＴＨＥ ＦＵＣＫ ＯＮ
the moon, there were two guys
"やらないか" suggested Takakazu Abe, to which Masaki Michishita replied
"only if you suck on my left testicle". As it turns out, this was a password which activated the moon for it's true purpose:
destroying Clocktown.
The citizens of Clocktown were
outraged at the prospect of no longer being able to call themselves citizens of Clocktown because they all died.
The two moon swelling homosexuals found themselves feeling somewhat
confused, as the last post would make a lot more sense if I posted "dwelling" rather than "swelling". Anyway, as I was saying, the two moon dwelling homosexuals found themselves feeling somewhat
lonely, as they weren't aware of each others' presences on the moon, so they spent their time with creative pursuits, one in art and the other in music.
Somebody might ask, "But where exactly were dokyuns?"They were here: ttp://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/73/Pale_Blue_Dot.png
There were billions and billions of dokyuns, all of which
were NEET and petite rather than sweet or l33t.
However, the dokyuns had failed to take into account the
big fat
chance of having Gradius III arcade machines rain down from the sky.
Suddenly, a ghast/metroid shit comes out and starts shooting fireballs.
Phil Collins
took a direct hit to the face, causing
massive internal bleeding
The rest of this story may be accessed by platinum members on my website. We now bring you to
Gay Gary's Gulag of Gaping Gaynus
Penis
festival, run by kind volunteers from the quaint town of
Cocksuck, Alabama, which strangely has more homosexuals than
one might expect of a town whose entire population is female. The festival lasted three days and
had to be ended prematurely because of
GAY MAGIC
The cancellation of the festival prompted an outcry from the
gayness in yer anus.
And so, while gay disease was protesting on Uranus, our hero took
a massive diarrhea dump
and then posted about it on the internet. Many people
were honoured to look at included pictures and many were
not. Meanwhile, in Gensokyo,
Reimu and Marisa stared at the screen in disbelief, then closed the browser and turned off the computer, slowly shaking their heads.
THE END
Or... is it?
THE END fell from the sky, bringing the GSL down with it.
