tanasinn, as one must choose not to
delve into the knowledge of the fecal
God's absolute omniscience while having low IQ.
Eons later, Life Expectancy became the home
of the horrible abominations who all resembled
Squeeks. They built a statue of feces
in honor of their great (shitty) leader,
for them to worship five times daily.
In this society, the abominations that resembled
the unholy union between man and troll
known to us as Squeeks would regularly
smear shit all over their milky bodies
in an erotic manner, which pissed off
Killing a beast in a godly way
, KaBiaGW for short, who was a vampire.
Such was his anger that his veins
would shoot out of his asshole, requiring
the noted specialist in vampire hemorrhoids, Dr.
Jijotion (that was what the captcha said)
(although the captcha is known to lie)
(causing suspicion that her name was Jamution.)
This can't be, I'm in charge here!
" Smith to fly into his anus to
initiate a transformation into a large pine.
"ksshhhhk roger roger ksshhhk khsskkk" and thus
KaBiaGW died a horrible and painful death.
and was never heard of again. Meanwhile
the abominations had started developing technology such
as
machine which breeds niggers like rabbits
. Basque niggers, to be exact. Of course,
it just wouldn't be a jamberoo without
rapidly breeding Basque niggers. Such a jamberoo
nigga nigga nigga, where all 9 years old
it wouldn't last much longer, because soon
disturbing thoughts whether digits count as words
would enter the minds of all involved.
What is a word, anyway? No one
but a grammarian knew, let alone cared.
All throughout Life Expectancy could be heard
the shivering shrieks of short sheikhs shuffling
the rhythm of the boogie the beat.
With such a ruckus, it's no wonder
they couldn't hear the sounds made by
my violent masturbation and vigorous
urethral sounding.
Penis in hand, I made my stand.
"No Nut November? More like Eternal September."
because time waits for no one, and
Invade New Zealand which had still existed.
Life Expectancy and New Zealand had been
at bloody war for 500000000000 years now.
I mean, it was this sort of
circlejerk contest more than anything, but that
it had two foci, really an elipticaljerk
One was Squeeks, whose loyalties were divided
with, uh, a plastic knife and fork.
This message was brought to you by
Chef Tokiko, the other elipticaljerk foci. The
race was on, as referee 0037 displayed
the filthy remnants of his prolapsed bunghole.
The History class teacher began to review
The story of my 300GET to Tokiko,
but it was so boring he fell
asleep peacefully on my horizontal belt sander.
While sleeping, he dreamed of Mario making
an altar to the great god king
and putting a bomb inside of it.
Incredibly aroused, Tokiko came profusely while sleeping
and declared loyalty to our Führer, Mr.
almighty cock, and began to suck it.
Suddenly, the belt sander turned on. Tokiko
was unaware that he was sleeping on
the lustful contender for Life Expectancy, Squeeks
And, then, the rope fullfilled its intention
of binding Tokiko eternally to Squeeks. During
their intimate lovemaking session. What happened next
you can find out by yourself, when
"Amazing Stories That Totes Ain't Bullshit" resumes
after these quick announcements from our sponsor,
Coca-Cola, which has just released a new
sexual lubricant, coca-cola flavored. Buy it today!
*Do not use near the anal area.
... What happened next would frighten even the
most retarded of retards, thus causing him
to have a very merry Christmas indeed.
The retard accepted his Christmas present of
The King's Hunka Hunka Burnin' Love and
he felt very happy with this gift
he put his hand in his pants
and began to peel the banana therein
, discovering the most terrifying thing he ever
felt. It was the feeling of being
dared to ever put in his mouth
the mysterious crotch banana. This magnetic compulsion
forced him to travel throughout the lands
where it was the year 2020 already.
He squeezed the banana and it dripped.
all over Colin Mochrie's exposed bare chest.