Three Word Game...

[The Law]

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It was winter and a dark figure moved through the jungle and pounced upon its sworn enemy the one-eyed monster. But along came a gust of wind that knocked over the big tree, the monster narrowly avoided being crushed, like an incredible flying watermelon. The monster glared at the sexy, dark and mysterious, charming yet deadly blind french schoolboy and was aroused by his dashing looks and large community service commitment, because that's sexy. Following hot sex the monster felt emotional, but satisfied. The schoolboy decided to ask for another round, but he satisfied himself. Feeling adventurous, he approached from the backside and startled the beast's anal-retentive personality with a very disorganized series of noises and movements that threatened to cause trauma to his posterior parietal cortex. The monster roared, "stimulate my cortex", and stimulated he was. Following stimulation, the monster left on the magic flying carpet given to monsters with DUIs.

 

The night of the great escape was the first time the monster missed his mother. The last time he had seen two hookers dancing, his mother had wished she hadn't been the second. Suddenly, the carpet fell apart midflight! Shocked, the monster started to run through downtown Toronto completely naked, except he suddenly remembered what his mother had told him, "When in Rome...don't get lost or expose your taunt sexy bottom to a giant, pink and furry, cold steely ruler." Remembering this, he pulled down his roll-up world map only to realize that the map hit his big, lumpy, misshapen, and yet strangely provocative medical school application. "Sweet heavenly Jesus," sang the monster. Forgetting the deadline, he asked Jesus to grant him acceptance to Hopkins school of dancing. In reply he brought out handcuffs to restrain the large ball of feathers and glowsticks coming out of the penguin's body (a painful experience) and looked at his rapidly growing grade point average. Upon reaching 3.8 kmph while walking he decided to apply to medical drama script writing school, because he couldn't get enough of that sweet aroma of cadavers while jerking off his neighbor's dog. "Here Sparky!", he said while prying the silver bullet from his toolbox. First came the wrench, then the magic mushrooms, and finally he brought out deeman101's belly-button ring. When combined, these cause extreme sexual hallucinations involving various unspeakable acts such as squirting Newfiemike from deeman's vagina. Assisted by volunteer premed exotic dancers, he blocked the secret entrance to Newfiemike's mangina. Consequently, people loudly admired how he plugged Newfiemike's mangina with a med acceptance, causing several papercuts.

 

Few days later, a huge rash, authoritarian dictator named Ifi-al rialla Gud, threatened to touch the hearts of people with questionable sexual identities and various dangly bits on their resume-unfriendly cinnamon buns. "Unfriendly", you ask? Certainly. They were crafted with questionable practices such as violent teabagging and Kobe beef massages. The monster knew the quadratic equation could trigger intense and surprisingly erotic visions involving numerous gay leprechauns and their incredibly enormous electric toothbrushes. Thankfully, their yellow banana-hammocks were edible and only slightly diseased with STDs like swine flu and severe anal discharge. Such discharge was magical and targetted directly towards those exotic dancers in Toronto Medical School.

 

In Iran, Ahmadinejad died. The end seemed near, but the monster knew that dead presidents get less virgins (of poor quality). So Barack Obama flew to Iran, his birth place, while George Bush pranced in his pink furry shorts summoning the gods Sarah Palin and Jenna Jameson to make babies with each other. Testicles are weak compared to my imagination when those two wild and crazy ladies in red grabbed my testicles and tried to do the unimaginable. The next morning they were red and infected with grotesque baby leprechauns. Bush joins in but can't perform due to his fetish for WMD related pornography and large, studded, vibrating tickle me elmos. "Oh Elmo!" cried Laura Bush as she fantasized about Saddam. George couldn't believe it's not butter, but rather it turned him on. Meanwhile, in Iran

[TeaHatingBrit]

It was winter and a dark figure moved through the jungle and pounced upon its sworn enemy the one-eyed monster. But along came a gust of wind that knocked over the big tree, the monster narrowly avoided being crushed, like an incredible flying watermelon. The monster glared at the sexy, dark and mysterious, charming yet deadly blind french schoolboy and was aroused by his dashing looks and large community service commitment, because that's sexy. Following hot sex the monster felt emotional, but satisfied. The schoolboy decided to ask for another round, but he satisfied himself. Feeling adventurous, he approached from the backside and startled the beast's anal-retentive personality with a very disorganized series of noises and movements that threatened to cause trauma to his posterior parietal cortex. The monster roared, "stimulate my cortex", and stimulated he was. Following stimulation, the monster left on the magic flying carpet given to monsters with DUIs.

 

The night of the great escape was the first time the monster missed his mother. The last time he had seen two hookers dancing, his mother had wished she hadn't been the second. Suddenly, the carpet fell apart midflight! Shocked, the monster started to run through downtown Toronto completely naked, except he suddenly remembered what his mother had told him, "When in Rome...don't get lost or expose your taunt sexy bottom to a giant, pink and furry, cold steely ruler." Remembering this, he pulled down his roll-up world map only to realize that the map hit his big, lumpy, misshapen, and yet strangely provocative medical school application. "Sweet heavenly Jesus," sang the monster. Forgetting the deadline, he asked Jesus to grant him acceptance to Hopkins school of dancing. In reply he brought out handcuffs to restrain the large ball of feathers and glowsticks coming out of the penguin's body (a painful experience) and looked at his rapidly growing grade point average. Upon reaching 3.8 kmph while walking he decided to apply to medical drama script writing school, because he couldn't get enough of that sweet aroma of cadavers while jerking off his neighbor's dog. "Here Sparky!", he said while prying the silver bullet from his toolbox. First came the wrench, then the magic mushrooms, and finally he brought out deeman101's belly-button ring. When combined, these cause extreme sexual hallucinations involving various unspeakable acts such as squirting Newfiemike from deeman's vagina. Assisted by volunteer premed exotic dancers, he blocked the secret entrance to Newfiemike's mangina. Consequently, people loudly admired how he plugged Newfiemike's mangina with a med acceptance, causing several papercuts.

 

Few days later, a huge rash, authoritarian dictator named Ifi-al rialla Gud, threatened to touch the hearts of people with questionable sexual identities and various dangly bits on their resume-unfriendly cinnamon buns. "Unfriendly", you ask? Certainly. They were crafted with questionable practices such as violent teabagging and Kobe beef massages. The monster knew the quadratic equation could trigger intense and surprisingly erotic visions involving numerous gay leprechauns and their incredibly enormous electric toothbrushes. Thankfully, their yellow banana-hammocks were edible and only slightly diseased with STDs like swine flu and severe anal discharge. Such discharge was magical and targetted directly towards those exotic dancers in Toronto Medical School.

 

In Iran, Ahmadinejad died. The end seemed near, but the monster knew that dead presidents get less virgins (of poor quality). So Barack Obama flew to Iran, his birth place, while George Bush pranced in his pink furry shorts summoning the gods Sarah Palin and Jenna Jameson to make babies with each other. Testicles are weak compared to my imagination when those two wild and crazy ladies in red grabbed my testicles and tried to do the unimaginable. The next morning they were red and infected with grotesque baby leprechauns. Bush joins in but can't perform due to his fetish for WMD related pornography and large, studded, vibrating tickle me elmos. "Oh Elmo!" cried Laura Bush as she fantasized about Saddam. George couldn't believe it's not butter, but rather it turned him on. Meanwhile, in Iran Ahmadinejad was resurrected

[The Law]

It was winter and a dark figure moved through the jungle and pounced upon its sworn enemy the one-eyed monster. But along came a gust of wind that knocked over the big tree, the monster narrowly avoided being crushed, like an incredible flying watermelon. The monster glared at the sexy, dark and mysterious, charming yet deadly blind french schoolboy and was aroused by his dashing looks and large community service commitment, because that's sexy. Following hot sex the monster felt emotional, but satisfied. The schoolboy decided to ask for another round, but he satisfied himself. Feeling adventurous, he approached from the backside and startled the beast's anal-retentive personality with a very disorganized series of noises and movements that threatened to cause trauma to his posterior parietal cortex. The monster roared, "stimulate my cortex", and stimulated he was. Following stimulation, the monster left on the magic flying carpet given to monsters with DUIs.

 

The night of the great escape was the first time the monster missed his mother. The last time he had seen two hookers dancing, his mother had wished she hadn't been the second. Suddenly, the carpet fell apart midflight! Shocked, the monster started to run through downtown Toronto completely naked, except he suddenly remembered what his mother had told him, "When in Rome...don't get lost or expose your taunt sexy bottom to a giant, pink and furry, cold steely ruler." Remembering this, he pulled down his roll-up world map only to realize that the map hit his big, lumpy, misshapen, and yet strangely provocative medical school application. "Sweet heavenly Jesus," sang the monster. Forgetting the deadline, he asked Jesus to grant him acceptance to Hopkins school of dancing. In reply he brought out handcuffs to restrain the large ball of feathers and glowsticks coming out of the penguin's body (a painful experience) and looked at his rapidly growing grade point average. Upon reaching 3.8 kmph while walking he decided to apply to medical drama script writing school, because he couldn't get enough of that sweet aroma of cadavers while jerking off his neighbor's dog. "Here Sparky!", he said while prying the silver bullet from his toolbox. First came the wrench, then the magic mushrooms, and finally he brought out deeman101's belly-button ring. When combined, these cause extreme sexual hallucinations involving various unspeakable acts such as squirting Newfiemike from deeman's vagina. Assisted by volunteer premed exotic dancers, he blocked the secret entrance to Newfiemike's mangina. Consequently, people loudly admired how he plugged Newfiemike's mangina with a med acceptance, causing several papercuts.

 

Few days later, a huge rash, authoritarian dictator named Ifi-al rialla Gud, threatened to touch the hearts of people with questionable sexual identities and various dangly bits on their resume-unfriendly cinnamon buns. "Unfriendly", you ask? Certainly. They were crafted with questionable practices such as violent teabagging and Kobe beef massages. The monster knew the quadratic equation could trigger intense and surprisingly erotic visions involving numerous gay leprechauns and their incredibly enormous electric toothbrushes. Thankfully, their yellow banana-hammocks were edible and only slightly diseased with STDs like swine flu and severe anal discharge. Such discharge was magical and targetted directly towards those exotic dancers in Toronto Medical School.

 

In Iran, Ahmadinejad died. The end seemed near, but the monster knew that dead presidents get less virgins (of poor quality). So Barack Obama flew to Iran, his birth place, while George Bush pranced in his pink furry shorts summoning the gods Sarah Palin and Jenna Jameson to make babies with each other. Testicles are weak compared to my imagination when those two wild and crazy ladies in red grabbed my testicles and tried to do the unimaginable. The next morning they were red and infected with grotesque baby leprechauns. Bush joins in but can't perform due to his fetish for WMD related pornography and large, studded, vibrating tickle me elmos. "Oh Elmo!" cried Laura Bush as she fantasized about Saddam. George couldn't believe it's not butter, but rather it turned him on. Meanwhile, in Iran Ahmadinejad was resurrected and created Skynet.

[future_doc]

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[ballofnerves]

It was winter and a dark figure moved through the jungle and pounced upon its sworn enemy the one-eyed monster. But along came a gust of wind that knocked over the big tree, the monster narrowly avoided being crushed, like an incredible flying watermelon. The monster glared at the sexy, dark and mysterious, charming yet deadly blind french schoolboy and was aroused by his dashing looks and large community service commitment, because that's sexy. Following hot sex the monster felt emotional, but satisfied. The schoolboy decided to ask for another round, but he satisfied himself. Feeling adventurous, he approached from the backside and startled the beast's anal-retentive personality with a very disorganized series of noises and movements that threatened to cause trauma to his posterior parietal cortex. The monster roared, "stimulate my cortex", and stimulated he was. Following stimulation, the monster left on the magic flying carpet given to monsters with DUIs.

 

The night of the great escape was the first time the monster missed his mother. The last time he had seen two hookers dancing, his mother had wished she hadn't been the second. Suddenly, the carpet fell apart midflight! Shocked, the monster started to run through downtown Toronto completely naked, except he suddenly remembered what his mother had told him, "When in Rome...don't get lost or expose your taunt sexy bottom to a giant, pink and furry, cold steely ruler." Remembering this, he pulled down his roll-up world map only to realize that the map hit his big, lumpy, misshapen, and yet strangely provocative medical school application. "Sweet heavenly Jesus," sang the monster. Forgetting the deadline, he asked Jesus to grant him acceptance to Hopkins school of dancing. In reply he brought out handcuffs to restrain the large ball of feathers and glowsticks coming out of the penguin's body (a painful experience) and looked at his rapidly growing grade point average. Upon reaching 3.8 kmph while walking he decided to apply to medical drama script writing school, because he couldn't get enough of that sweet aroma of cadavers while jerking off his neighbor's dog. "Here Sparky!", he said while prying the silver bullet from his toolbox. First came the wrench, then the magic mushrooms, and finally he brought out deeman101's belly-button ring. When combined, these cause extreme sexual hallucinations involving various unspeakable acts such as squirting Newfiemike from deeman's vagina. Assisted by volunteer premed exotic dancers, he blocked the secret entrance to Newfiemike's mangina. Consequently, people loudly admired how he plugged Newfiemike's mangina with a med acceptance, causing several papercuts.

 

Few days later, a huge rash, authoritarian dictator named Ifi-al rialla Gud, threatened to touch the hearts of people with questionable sexual identities and various dangly bits on their resume-unfriendly cinnamon buns. "Unfriendly", you ask? Certainly. They were crafted with questionable practices such as violent teabagging and Kobe beef massages. The monster knew the quadratic equation could trigger intense and surprisingly erotic visions involving numerous gay leprechauns and their incredibly enormous electric toothbrushes. Thankfully, their yellow banana-hammocks were edible and only slightly diseased with STDs like swine flu and severe anal discharge. Such discharge was magical and targetted directly towards those exotic dancers in Toronto Medical School.

 

In Iran, Ahmadinejad died. The end seemed near, but the monster knew that dead presidents get less virgins (of poor quality). So Barack Obama flew to Iran, his birth place, while George Bush pranced in his pink furry shorts summoning the gods Sarah Palin and Jenna Jameson to make babies with each other. Testicles are weak compared to my imagination when those two wild and crazy ladies in red grabbed my testicles and tried to do the unimaginable. The next morning they were red and infected with grotesque baby leprechauns. Bush joins in but can't perform due to his fetish for WMD related pornography and large, studded, vibrating tickle me elmos. "Oh Elmo!" cried Laura Bush as she fantasized about Saddam. George couldn't believe it's not butter, but rather it turned him on. Meanwhile, in Iran Ahmadinejad was resurrected and created Skynet. He then jizzed

[steelie]

It was winter and a dark figure moved through the jungle and pounced upon its sworn enemy the one-eyed monster. But along came a gust of wind that knocked over the big tree, the monster narrowly avoided being crushed, like an incredible flying watermelon. The monster glared at the sexy, dark and mysterious, charming yet deadly blind french schoolboy and was aroused by his dashing looks and large community service commitment, because that's sexy. Following hot sex the monster felt emotional, but satisfied. The schoolboy decided to ask for another round, but he satisfied himself. Feeling adventurous, he approached from the backside and startled the beast's anal-retentive personality with a very disorganized series of noises and movements that threatened to cause trauma to his posterior parietal cortex. The monster roared, "stimulate my cortex", and stimulated he was. Following stimulation, the monster left on the magic flying carpet given to monsters with DUIs.

 

The night of the great escape was the first time the monster missed his mother. The last time he had seen two hookers dancing, his mother had wished she hadn't been the second. Suddenly, the carpet fell apart midflight! Shocked, the monster started to run through downtown Toronto completely naked, except he suddenly remembered what his mother had told him, "When in Rome...don't get lost or expose your taunt sexy bottom to a giant, pink and furry, cold steely ruler." Remembering this, he pulled down his roll-up world map only to realize that the map hit his big, lumpy, misshapen, and yet strangely provocative medical school application. "Sweet heavenly Jesus," sang the monster. Forgetting the deadline, he asked Jesus to grant him acceptance to Hopkins school of dancing. In reply he brought out handcuffs to restrain the large ball of feathers and glowsticks coming out of the penguin's body (a painful experience) and looked at his rapidly growing grade point average. Upon reaching 3.8 kmph while walking he decided to apply to medical drama script writing school, because he couldn't get enough of that sweet aroma of cadavers while jerking off his neighbor's dog. "Here Sparky!", he said while prying the silver bullet from his toolbox. First came the wrench, then the magic mushrooms, and finally he brought out deeman101's belly-button ring. When combined, these cause extreme sexual hallucinations involving various unspeakable acts such as squirting Newfiemike from deeman's vagina. Assisted by volunteer premed exotic dancers, he blocked the secret entrance to Newfiemike's mangina. Consequently, people loudly admired how he plugged Newfiemike's mangina with a med acceptance, causing several papercuts.

 

Few days later, a huge rash, authoritarian dictator named Ifi-al rialla Gud, threatened to touch the hearts of people with questionable sexual identities and various dangly bits on their resume-unfriendly cinnamon buns. "Unfriendly", you ask? Certainly. They were crafted with questionable practices such as violent teabagging and Kobe beef massages. The monster knew the quadratic equation could trigger intense and surprisingly erotic visions involving numerous gay leprechauns and their incredibly enormous electric toothbrushes. Thankfully, their yellow banana-hammocks were edible and only slightly diseased with STDs like swine flu and severe anal discharge. Such discharge was magical and targetted directly towards those exotic dancers in Toronto Medical School.

 

In Iran, Ahmadinejad died. The end seemed near, but the monster knew that dead presidents get less virgins (of poor quality). So Barack Obama flew to Iran, his birth place, while George Bush pranced in his pink furry shorts summoning the gods Sarah Palin and Jenna Jameson to make babies with each other. Testicles are weak compared to my imagination when those two wild and crazy ladies in red grabbed my testicles and tried to do the unimaginable. The next morning they were red and infected with grotesque baby leprechauns. Bush joins in but can't perform due to his fetish for WMD related pornography and large, studded, vibrating tickle me elmos. "Oh Elmo!" cried Laura Bush as she fantasized about Saddam. George couldn't believe it's not butter, but rather it turned him on. Meanwhile, in Iran Ahmadinejad was resurrected and created Skynet. He then jizzed on a picture of

[future_doc]

It was winter and a dark figure moved through the jungle and pounced upon its sworn enemy the one-eyed monster. But along came a gust of wind that knocked over the big tree, the monster narrowly avoided being crushed, like an incredible flying watermelon. The monster glared at the sexy, dark and mysterious, charming yet deadly blind french schoolboy and was aroused by his dashing looks and large community service commitment, because that's sexy. Following hot sex the monster felt emotional, but satisfied. The schoolboy decided to ask for another round, but he satisfied himself. Feeling adventurous, he approached from the backside and startled the beast's anal-retentive personality with a very disorganized series of noises and movements that threatened to cause trauma to his posterior parietal cortex. The monster roared, "stimulate my cortex", and stimulated he was. Following stimulation, the monster left on the magic flying carpet given to monsters with DUIs.

 

The night of the great escape was the first time the monster missed his mother. The last time he had seen two hookers dancing, his mother had wished she hadn't been the second. Suddenly, the carpet fell apart midflight! Shocked, the monster started to run through downtown Toronto completely naked, except he suddenly remembered what his mother had told him, "When in Rome...don't get lost or expose your taunt sexy bottom to a giant, pink and furry, cold steely ruler." Remembering this, he pulled down his roll-up world map only to realize that the map hit his big, lumpy, misshapen, and yet strangely provocative medical school application. "Sweet heavenly Jesus," sang the monster. Forgetting the deadline, he asked Jesus to grant him acceptance to Hopkins school of dancing. In reply he brought out handcuffs to restrain the large ball of feathers and glowsticks coming out of the penguin's body (a painful experience) and looked at his rapidly growing grade point average. Upon reaching 3.8 kmph while walking he decided to apply to medical drama script writing school, because he couldn't get enough of that sweet aroma of cadavers while jerking off his neighbor's dog. "Here Sparky!", he said while prying the silver bullet from his toolbox. First came the wrench, then the magic mushrooms, and finally he brought out deeman101's belly-button ring. When combined, these cause extreme sexual hallucinations involving various unspeakable acts such as squirting Newfiemike from deeman's vagina. Assisted by volunteer premed exotic dancers, he blocked the secret entrance to Newfiemike's mangina. Consequently, people loudly admired how he plugged Newfiemike's mangina with a med acceptance, causing several papercuts.

 

Few days later, a huge rash, authoritarian dictator named Ifi-al rialla Gud, threatened to touch the hearts of people with questionable sexual identities and various dangly bits on their resume-unfriendly cinnamon buns. "Unfriendly", you ask? Certainly. They were crafted with questionable practices such as violent teabagging and Kobe beef massages. The monster knew the quadratic equation could trigger intense and surprisingly erotic visions involving numerous gay leprechauns and their incredibly enormous electric toothbrushes. Thankfully, their yellow banana-hammocks were edible and only slightly diseased with STDs like swine flu and severe anal discharge. Such discharge was magical and targetted directly towards those exotic dancers in Toronto Medical School.

 

In Iran, Ahmadinejad died. The end seemed near, but the monster knew that dead presidents get less virgins (of poor quality). So Barack Obama flew to Iran, his birth place, while George Bush pranced in his pink furry shorts summoning the gods Sarah Palin and Jenna Jameson to make babies with each other. Testicles are weak compared to my imagination when those two wild and crazy ladies in red grabbed my testicles and tried to do the unimaginable. The next morning they were red and infected with grotesque baby leprechauns. Bush joins in but can't perform due to his fetish for WMD related pornography and large, studded, vibrating tickle me elmos. "Oh Elmo!" cried Laura Bush as she fantasized about Saddam. George couldn't believe it's not butter, but rather it turned him on. Meanwhile, in Iran Ahmadinejad was resurrected and created Skynet. He then jizzed on a picture of himself doing it.

[ballofnerves]

It was winter and a dark figure moved through the jungle and pounced upon its sworn enemy the one-eyed monster. But along came a gust of wind that knocked over the big tree, the monster narrowly avoided being crushed, like an incredible flying watermelon. The monster glared at the sexy, dark and mysterious, charming yet deadly blind french schoolboy and was aroused by his dashing looks and large community service commitment, because that's sexy. Following hot sex the monster felt emotional, but satisfied. The schoolboy decided to ask for another round, but he satisfied himself. Feeling adventurous, he approached from the backside and startled the beast's anal-retentive personality with a very disorganized series of noises and movements that threatened to cause trauma to his posterior parietal cortex. The monster roared, "stimulate my cortex", and stimulated he was. Following stimulation, the monster left on the magic flying carpet given to monsters with DUIs.

 

The night of the great escape was the first time the monster missed his mother. The last time he had seen two hookers dancing, his mother had wished she hadn't been the second. Suddenly, the carpet fell apart midflight! Shocked, the monster started to run through downtown Toronto completely naked, except he suddenly remembered what his mother had told him, "When in Rome...don't get lost or expose your taunt sexy bottom to a giant, pink and furry, cold steely ruler." Remembering this, he pulled down his roll-up world map only to realize that the map hit his big, lumpy, misshapen, and yet strangely provocative medical school application. "Sweet heavenly Jesus," sang the monster. Forgetting the deadline, he asked Jesus to grant him acceptance to Hopkins school of dancing. In reply he brought out handcuffs to restrain the large ball of feathers and glowsticks coming out of the penguin's body (a painful experience) and looked at his rapidly growing grade point average. Upon reaching 3.8 kmph while walking he decided to apply to medical drama script writing school, because he couldn't get enough of that sweet aroma of cadavers while jerking off his neighbor's dog. "Here Sparky!", he said while prying the silver bullet from his toolbox. First came the wrench, then the magic mushrooms, and finally he brought out deeman101's belly-button ring. When combined, these cause extreme sexual hallucinations involving various unspeakable acts such as squirting Newfiemike from deeman's vagina. Assisted by volunteer premed exotic dancers, he blocked the secret entrance to Newfiemike's mangina. Consequently, people loudly admired how he plugged Newfiemike's mangina with a med acceptance, causing several papercuts.

 

Few days later, a huge rash, authoritarian dictator named Ifi-al rialla Gud, threatened to touch the hearts of people with questionable sexual identities and various dangly bits on their resume-unfriendly cinnamon buns. "Unfriendly", you ask? Certainly. They were crafted with questionable practices such as violent teabagging and Kobe beef massages. The monster knew the quadratic equation could trigger intense and surprisingly erotic visions involving numerous gay leprechauns and their incredibly enormous electric toothbrushes. Thankfully, their yellow banana-hammocks were edible and only slightly diseased with STDs like swine flu and severe anal discharge. Such discharge was magical and targetted directly towards those exotic dancers in Toronto Medical School.

 

In Iran, Ahmadinejad died. The end seemed near, but the monster knew that dead presidents get less virgins (of poor quality). So Barack Obama flew to Iran, his birth place, while George Bush pranced in his pink furry shorts summoning the gods Sarah Palin and Jenna Jameson to make babies with each other. Testicles are weak compared to my imagination when those two wild and crazy ladies in red grabbed my testicles and tried to do the unimaginable. The next morning they were red and infected with grotesque baby leprechauns. Bush joins in but can't perform due to his fetish for WMD related pornography and large, studded, vibrating tickle me elmos. "Oh Elmo!" cried Laura Bush as she fantasized about Saddam. George couldn't believe it's not butter, but rather it turned him on. Meanwhile, in Iran Ahmadinejad was resurrected and created Skynet. He then jizzed on a picture of himself doing it in Bush's mangina.

[future_doc]

It was winter and a dark figure moved through the jungle and pounced upon its sworn enemy the one-eyed monster. But along came a gust of wind that knocked over the big tree, the monster narrowly avoided being crushed, like an incredible flying watermelon. The monster glared at the sexy, dark and mysterious, charming yet deadly blind french schoolboy and was aroused by his dashing looks and large community service commitment, because that's sexy. Following hot sex the monster felt emotional, but satisfied. The schoolboy decided to ask for another round, but he satisfied himself. Feeling adventurous, he approached from the backside and startled the beast's anal-retentive personality with a very disorganized series of noises and movements that threatened to cause trauma to his posterior parietal cortex. The monster roared, "stimulate my cortex", and stimulated he was. Following stimulation, the monster left on the magic flying carpet given to monsters with DUIs.

 

The night of the great escape was the first time the monster missed his mother. The last time he had seen two hookers dancing, his mother had wished she hadn't been the second. Suddenly, the carpet fell apart midflight! Shocked, the monster started to run through downtown Toronto completely naked, except he suddenly remembered what his mother had told him, "When in Rome...don't get lost or expose your taunt sexy bottom to a giant, pink and furry, cold steely ruler." Remembering this, he pulled down his roll-up world map only to realize that the map hit his big, lumpy, misshapen, and yet strangely provocative medical school application. "Sweet heavenly Jesus," sang the monster. Forgetting the deadline, he asked Jesus to grant him acceptance to Hopkins school of dancing. In reply he brought out handcuffs to restrain the large ball of feathers and glowsticks coming out of the penguin's body (a painful experience) and looked at his rapidly growing grade point average. Upon reaching 3.8 kmph while walking he decided to apply to medical drama script writing school, because he couldn't get enough of that sweet aroma of cadavers while jerking off his neighbor's dog. "Here Sparky!", he said while prying the silver bullet from his toolbox. First came the wrench, then the magic mushrooms, and finally he brought out deeman101's belly-button ring. When combined, these cause extreme sexual hallucinations involving various unspeakable acts such as squirting Newfiemike from deeman's vagina. Assisted by volunteer premed exotic dancers, he blocked the secret entrance to Newfiemike's mangina. Consequently, people loudly admired how he plugged Newfiemike's mangina with a med acceptance, causing several papercuts.

 

Few days later, a huge rash, authoritarian dictator named Ifi-al rialla Gud, threatened to touch the hearts of people with questionable sexual identities and various dangly bits on their resume-unfriendly cinnamon buns. "Unfriendly", you ask? Certainly. They were crafted with questionable practices such as violent teabagging and Kobe beef massages. The monster knew the quadratic equation could trigger intense and surprisingly erotic visions involving numerous gay leprechauns and their incredibly enormous electric toothbrushes. Thankfully, their yellow banana-hammocks were edible and only slightly diseased with STDs like swine flu and severe anal discharge. Such discharge was magical and targetted directly towards those exotic dancers in Toronto Medical School.

 

In Iran, Ahmadinejad died. The end seemed near, but the monster knew that dead presidents get less virgins (of poor quality). So Barack Obama flew to Iran, his birth place, while George Bush pranced in his pink furry shorts summoning the gods Sarah Palin and Jenna Jameson to make babies with each other. Testicles are weak compared to my imagination when those two wild and crazy ladies in red grabbed my testicles and tried to do the unimaginable. The next morning they were red and infected with grotesque baby leprechauns. Bush joins in but can't perform due to his fetish for WMD related pornography and large, studded, vibrating tickle me elmos. "Oh Elmo!" cried Laura Bush as she fantasized about Saddam. George couldn't believe it's not butter, but rather it turned him on. Meanwhile, in Iran Ahmadinejad was resurrected and created Skynet. He then jizzed on a picture of himself doing it in Bush's mangina. He became ill!

[The Law]

It was winter and a dark figure moved through the jungle and pounced upon its sworn enemy the one-eyed monster. But along came a gust of wind that knocked over the big tree, the monster narrowly avoided being crushed, like an incredible flying watermelon. The monster glared at the sexy, dark and mysterious, charming yet deadly blind french schoolboy and was aroused by his dashing looks and large community service commitment, because that's sexy. Following hot sex the monster felt emotional, but satisfied. The schoolboy decided to ask for another round, but he satisfied himself. Feeling adventurous, he approached from the backside and startled the beast's anal-retentive personality with a very disorganized series of noises and movements that threatened to cause trauma to his posterior parietal cortex. The monster roared, "stimulate my cortex", and stimulated he was. Following stimulation, the monster left on the magic flying carpet given to monsters with DUIs.

 

The night of the great escape was the first time the monster missed his mother. The last time he had seen two hookers dancing, his mother had wished she hadn't been the second. Suddenly, the carpet fell apart midflight! Shocked, the monster started to run through downtown Toronto completely naked, except he suddenly remembered what his mother had told him, "When in Rome...don't get lost or expose your taunt sexy bottom to a giant, pink and furry, cold steely ruler." Remembering this, he pulled down his roll-up world map only to realize that the map hit his big, lumpy, misshapen, and yet strangely provocative medical school application. "Sweet heavenly Jesus," sang the monster. Forgetting the deadline, he asked Jesus to grant him acceptance to Hopkins school of dancing. In reply he brought out handcuffs to restrain the large ball of feathers and glowsticks coming out of the penguin's body (a painful experience) and looked at his rapidly growing grade point average. Upon reaching 3.8 kmph while walking he decided to apply to medical drama script writing school, because he couldn't get enough of that sweet aroma of cadavers while jerking off his neighbor's dog. "Here Sparky!", he said while prying the silver bullet from his toolbox. First came the wrench, then the magic mushrooms, and finally he brought out deeman101's belly-button ring. When combined, these cause extreme sexual hallucinations involving various unspeakable acts such as squirting Newfiemike from deeman's vagina. Assisted by volunteer premed exotic dancers, he blocked the secret entrance to Newfiemike's mangina. Consequently, people loudly admired how he plugged Newfiemike's mangina with a med acceptance, causing several papercuts.

 

Few days later, a huge rash, authoritarian dictator named Ifi-al rialla Gud, threatened to touch the hearts of people with questionable sexual identities and various dangly bits on their resume-unfriendly cinnamon buns. "Unfriendly", you ask? Certainly. They were crafted with questionable practices such as violent teabagging and Kobe beef massages. The monster knew the quadratic equation could trigger intense and surprisingly erotic visions involving numerous gay leprechauns and their incredibly enormous electric toothbrushes. Thankfully, their yellow banana-hammocks were edible and only slightly diseased with STDs like swine flu and severe anal discharge. Such discharge was magical and targetted directly towards those exotic dancers in Toronto Medical School.

 

In Iran, Ahmadinejad died. The end seemed near, but the monster knew that dead presidents get less virgins (of poor quality). So Barack Obama flew to Iran, his birth place, while George Bush pranced in his pink furry shorts summoning the gods Sarah Palin and Jenna Jameson to make babies with each other. Testicles are weak compared to my imagination when those two wild and crazy ladies in red grabbed my testicles and tried to do the unimaginable. The next morning they were red and infected with grotesque baby leprechauns. Bush joins in but can't perform due to his fetish for WMD related pornography and large, studded, vibrating tickle me elmos. "Oh Elmo!" cried Laura Bush as she fantasized about Saddam. George couldn't believe it's not butter, but rather it turned him on. Meanwhile, in Iran Ahmadinejad was resurrected and created Skynet. He then jizzed on a picture of himself doing it in Bush's mangina. He became ill with cabin fever!

[future_doc]

It was winter and a dark figure moved through the jungle and pounced upon its sworn enemy the one-eyed monster. But along came a gust of wind that knocked over the big tree, the monster narrowly avoided being crushed, like an incredible flying watermelon. The monster glared at the sexy, dark and mysterious, charming yet deadly blind french schoolboy and was aroused by his dashing looks and large community service commitment, because that's sexy. Following hot sex the monster felt emotional, but satisfied. The schoolboy decided to ask for another round, but he satisfied himself. Feeling adventurous, he approached from the backside and startled the beast's anal-retentive personality with a very disorganized series of noises and movements that threatened to cause trauma to his posterior parietal cortex. The monster roared, "stimulate my cortex", and stimulated he was. Following stimulation, the monster left on the magic flying carpet given to monsters with DUIs.

 

The night of the great escape was the first time the monster missed his mother. The last time he had seen two hookers dancing, his mother had wished she hadn't been the second. Suddenly, the carpet fell apart midflight! Shocked, the monster started to run through downtown Toronto completely naked, except he suddenly remembered what his mother had told him, "When in Rome...don't get lost or expose your taunt sexy bottom to a giant, pink and furry, cold steely ruler." Remembering this, he pulled down his roll-up world map only to realize that the map hit his big, lumpy, misshapen, and yet strangely provocative medical school application. "Sweet heavenly Jesus," sang the monster. Forgetting the deadline, he asked Jesus to grant him acceptance to Hopkins school of dancing. In reply he brought out handcuffs to restrain the large ball of feathers and glowsticks coming out of the penguin's body (a painful experience) and looked at his rapidly growing grade point average. Upon reaching 3.8 kmph while walking he decided to apply to medical drama script writing school, because he couldn't get enough of that sweet aroma of cadavers while jerking off his neighbor's dog. "Here Sparky!", he said while prying the silver bullet from his toolbox. First came the wrench, then the magic mushrooms, and finally he brought out deeman101's belly-button ring. When combined, these cause extreme sexual hallucinations involving various unspeakable acts such as squirting Newfiemike from deeman's vagina. Assisted by volunteer premed exotic dancers, he blocked the secret entrance to Newfiemike's mangina. Consequently, people loudly admired how he plugged Newfiemike's mangina with a med acceptance, causing several papercuts.

 

Few days later, a huge rash, authoritarian dictator named Ifi-al rialla Gud, threatened to touch the hearts of people with questionable sexual identities and various dangly bits on their resume-unfriendly cinnamon buns. "Unfriendly", you ask? Certainly. They were crafted with questionable practices such as violent teabagging and Kobe beef massages. The monster knew the quadratic equation could trigger intense and surprisingly erotic visions involving numerous gay leprechauns and their incredibly enormous electric toothbrushes. Thankfully, their yellow banana-hammocks were edible and only slightly diseased with STDs like swine flu and severe anal discharge. Such discharge was magical and targetted directly towards those exotic dancers in Toronto Medical School.

 

In Iran, Ahmadinejad died. The end seemed near, but the monster knew that dead presidents get less virgins (of poor quality). So Barack Obama flew to Iran, his birth place, while George Bush pranced in his pink furry shorts summoning the gods Sarah Palin and Jenna Jameson to make babies with each other. Testicles are weak compared to my imagination when those two wild and crazy ladies in red grabbed my testicles and tried to do the unimaginable. The next morning they were red and infected with grotesque baby leprechauns. Bush joins in but can't perform due to his fetish for WMD related pornography and large, studded, vibrating tickle me elmos. "Oh Elmo!" cried Laura Bush as she fantasized about Saddam. George couldn't believe it's not butter, but rather it turned him on. Meanwhile, in Iran Ahmadinejad was resurrected and created Skynet. He then jizzed on a picture of himself doing it in Bush's mangina. He became ill with cabin fever.

 

Suddenly without warning,

[Microbiodude]

It was winter and a dark figure moved through the jungle and pounced upon its sworn enemy the one-eyed monster. But along came a gust of wind that knocked over the big tree, the monster narrowly avoided being crushed, like an incredible flying watermelon. The monster glared at the sexy, dark and mysterious, charming yet deadly blind french schoolboy and was aroused by his dashing looks and large community service commitment, because that's sexy. Following hot sex the monster felt emotional, but satisfied. The schoolboy decided to ask for another round, but he satisfied himself. Feeling adventurous, he approached from the backside and startled the beast's anal-retentive personality with a very disorganized series of noises and movements that threatened to cause trauma to his posterior parietal cortex. The monster roared, "stimulate my cortex", and stimulated he was. Following stimulation, the monster left on the magic flying carpet given to monsters with DUIs.

 

The night of the great escape was the first time the monster missed his mother. The last time he had seen two hookers dancing, his mother had wished she hadn't been the second. Suddenly, the carpet fell apart midflight! Shocked, the monster started to run through downtown Toronto completely naked, except he suddenly remembered what his mother had told him, "When in Rome...don't get lost or expose your taunt sexy bottom to a giant, pink and furry, cold steely ruler." Remembering this, he pulled down his roll-up world map only to realize that the map hit his big, lumpy, misshapen, and yet strangely provocative medical school application. "Sweet heavenly Jesus," sang the monster. Forgetting the deadline, he asked Jesus to grant him acceptance to Hopkins school of dancing. In reply he brought out handcuffs to restrain the large ball of feathers and glowsticks coming out of the penguin's body (a painful experience) and looked at his rapidly growing grade point average. Upon reaching 3.8 kmph while walking he decided to apply to medical drama script writing school, because he couldn't get enough of that sweet aroma of cadavers while jerking off his neighbor's dog. "Here Sparky!", he said while prying the silver bullet from his toolbox. First came the wrench, then the magic mushrooms, and finally he brought out deeman101's belly-button ring. When combined, these cause extreme sexual hallucinations involving various unspeakable acts such as squirting Newfiemike from deeman's vagina. Assisted by volunteer premed exotic dancers, he blocked the secret entrance to Newfiemike's mangina. Consequently, people loudly admired how he plugged Newfiemike's mangina with a med acceptance, causing several papercuts.

 

Few days later, a huge rash, authoritarian dictator named Ifi-al rialla Gud, threatened to touch the hearts of people with questionable sexual identities and various dangly bits on their resume-unfriendly cinnamon buns. "Unfriendly", you ask? Certainly. They were crafted with questionable practices such as violent teabagging and Kobe beef massages. The monster knew the quadratic equation could trigger intense and surprisingly erotic visions involving numerous gay leprechauns and their incredibly enormous electric toothbrushes. Thankfully, their yellow banana-hammocks were edible and only slightly diseased with STDs like swine flu and severe anal discharge. Such discharge was magical and targetted directly towards those exotic dancers in Toronto Medical School.

 

In Iran, Ahmadinejad died. The end seemed near, but the monster knew that dead presidents get less virgins (of poor quality). So Barack Obama flew to Iran, his birth place, while George Bush pranced in his pink furry shorts summoning the gods Sarah Palin and Jenna Jameson to make babies with each other. Testicles are weak compared to my imagination when those two wild and crazy ladies in red grabbed my testicles and tried to do the unimaginable. The next morning they were red and infected with grotesque baby leprechauns. Bush joins in but can't perform due to his fetish for WMD related pornography and large, studded, vibrating tickle me elmos. "Oh Elmo!" cried Laura Bush as she fantasized about Saddam. George couldn't believe it's not butter, but rather it turned him on. Meanwhile, in Iran Ahmadinejad was resurrected and created Skynet. He then jizzed on a picture of himself doing it in Bush's mangina. He became ill with cabin fever.

 

Suddenly without warning,Ian Wong appeared

[AMmd]

It was winter and a dark figure moved through the jungle and pounced upon its sworn enemy the one-eyed monster. But along came a gust of wind that knocked over the big tree, the monster narrowly avoided being crushed, like an incredible flying watermelon. The monster glared at the sexy, dark and mysterious, charming yet deadly blind french schoolboy and was aroused by his dashing looks and large community service commitment, because that's sexy. Following hot sex the monster felt emotional, but satisfied. The schoolboy decided to ask for another round, but he satisfied himself. Feeling adventurous, he approached from the backside and startled the beast's anal-retentive personality with a very disorganized series of noises and movements that threatened to cause trauma to his posterior parietal cortex. The monster roared, "stimulate my cortex", and stimulated he was. Following stimulation, the monster left on the magic flying carpet given to monsters with DUIs.

 

The night of the great escape was the first time the monster missed his mother. The last time he had seen two hookers dancing, his mother had wished she hadn't been the second. Suddenly, the carpet fell apart midflight! Shocked, the monster started to run through downtown Toronto completely naked, except he suddenly remembered what his mother had told him, "When in Rome...don't get lost or expose your taunt sexy bottom to a giant, pink and furry, cold steely ruler." Remembering this, he pulled down his roll-up world map only to realize that the map hit his big, lumpy, misshapen, and yet strangely provocative medical school application. "Sweet heavenly Jesus," sang the monster. Forgetting the deadline, he asked Jesus to grant him acceptance to Hopkins school of dancing. In reply he brought out handcuffs to restrain the large ball of feathers and glowsticks coming out of the penguin's body (a painful experience) and looked at his rapidly growing grade point average. Upon reaching 3.8 kmph while walking he decided to apply to medical drama script writing school, because he couldn't get enough of that sweet aroma of cadavers while jerking off his neighbor's dog. "Here Sparky!", he said while prying the silver bullet from his toolbox. First came the wrench, then the magic mushrooms, and finally he brought out deeman101's belly-button ring. When combined, these cause extreme sexual hallucinations involving various unspeakable acts such as squirting Newfiemike from deeman's vagina. Assisted by volunteer premed exotic dancers, he blocked the secret entrance to Newfiemike's mangina. Consequently, people loudly admired how he plugged Newfiemike's mangina with a med acceptance, causing several papercuts.

 

Few days later, a huge rash, authoritarian dictator named Ifi-al rialla Gud, threatened to touch the hearts of people with questionable sexual identities and various dangly bits on their resume-unfriendly cinnamon buns. "Unfriendly", you ask? Certainly. They were crafted with questionable practices such as violent teabagging and Kobe beef massages. The monster knew the quadratic equation could trigger intense and surprisingly erotic visions involving numerous gay leprechauns and their incredibly enormous electric toothbrushes. Thankfully, their yellow banana-hammocks were edible and only slightly diseased with STDs like swine flu and severe anal discharge. Such discharge was magical and targetted directly towards those exotic dancers in Toronto Medical School.

 

In Iran, Ahmadinejad died. The end seemed near, but the monster knew that dead presidents get less virgins (of poor quality). So Barack Obama flew to Iran, his birth place, while George Bush pranced in his pink furry shorts summoning the gods Sarah Palin and Jenna Jameson to make babies with each other. Testicles are weak compared to my imagination when those two wild and crazy ladies in red grabbed my testicles and tried to do the unimaginable. The next morning they were red and infected with grotesque baby leprechauns. Bush joins in but can't perform due to his fetish for WMD related pornography and large, studded, vibrating tickle me elmos. "Oh Elmo!" cried Laura Bush as she fantasized about Saddam. George couldn't believe it's not butter, but rather it turned him on. Meanwhile, in Iran Ahmadinejad was resurrected and created Skynet. He then jizzed on a picture of himself doing it in Bush's mangina. He became ill with cabin fever.

 

Suddenly without warning, Ian Wong appeared naked on the

[future_doc]

It was winter and a dark figure moved through the jungle and pounced upon its sworn enemy the one-eyed monster. But along came a gust of wind that knocked over the big tree, the monster narrowly avoided being crushed, like an incredible flying watermelon. The monster glared at the sexy, dark and mysterious, charming yet deadly blind french schoolboy and was aroused by his dashing looks and large community service commitment, because that's sexy. Following hot sex the monster felt emotional, but satisfied. The schoolboy decided to ask for another round, but he satisfied himself. Feeling adventurous, he approached from the backside and startled the beast's anal-retentive personality with a very disorganized series of noises and movements that threatened to cause trauma to his posterior parietal cortex. The monster roared, "stimulate my cortex", and stimulated he was. Following stimulation, the monster left on the magic flying carpet given to monsters with DUIs.

 

The night of the great escape was the first time the monster missed his mother. The last time he had seen two hookers dancing, his mother had wished she hadn't been the second. Suddenly, the carpet fell apart midflight! Shocked, the monster started to run through downtown Toronto completely naked, except he suddenly remembered what his mother had told him, "When in Rome...don't get lost or expose your taunt sexy bottom to a giant, pink and furry, cold steely ruler." Remembering this, he pulled down his roll-up world map only to realize that the map hit his big, lumpy, misshapen, and yet strangely provocative medical school application. "Sweet heavenly Jesus," sang the monster. Forgetting the deadline, he asked Jesus to grant him acceptance to Hopkins school of dancing. In reply he brought out handcuffs to restrain the large ball of feathers and glowsticks coming out of the penguin's body (a painful experience) and looked at his rapidly growing grade point average. Upon reaching 3.8 kmph while walking he decided to apply to medical drama script writing school, because he couldn't get enough of that sweet aroma of cadavers while jerking off his neighbor's dog. "Here Sparky!", he said while prying the silver bullet from his toolbox. First came the wrench, then the magic mushrooms, and finally he brought out deeman101's belly-button ring. When combined, these cause extreme sexual hallucinations involving various unspeakable acts such as squirting Newfiemike from deeman's vagina. Assisted by volunteer premed exotic dancers, he blocked the secret entrance to Newfiemike's mangina. Consequently, people loudly admired how he plugged Newfiemike's mangina with a med acceptance, causing several papercuts.

 

Few days later, a huge rash, authoritarian dictator named Ifi-al rialla Gud, threatened to touch the hearts of people with questionable sexual identities and various dangly bits on their resume-unfriendly cinnamon buns. "Unfriendly", you ask? Certainly. They were crafted with questionable practices such as violent teabagging and Kobe beef massages. The monster knew the quadratic equation could trigger intense and surprisingly erotic visions involving numerous gay leprechauns and their incredibly enormous electric toothbrushes. Thankfully, their yellow banana-hammocks were edible and only slightly diseased with STDs like swine flu and severe anal discharge. Such discharge was magical and targetted directly towards those exotic dancers in Toronto Medical School.

 

In Iran, Ahmadinejad died. The end seemed near, but the monster knew that dead presidents get less virgins (of poor quality). So Barack Obama flew to Iran, his birth place, while George Bush pranced in his pink furry shorts summoning the gods Sarah Palin and Jenna Jameson to make babies with each other. Testicles are weak compared to my imagination when those two wild and crazy ladies in red grabbed my testicles and tried to do the unimaginable. The next morning they were red and infected with grotesque baby leprechauns. Bush joins in but can't perform due to his fetish for WMD related pornography and large, studded, vibrating tickle me elmos. "Oh Elmo!" cried Laura Bush as she fantasized about Saddam. George couldn't believe it's not butter, but rather it turned him on. Meanwhile, in Iran Ahmadinejad was resurrected and created Skynet. He then jizzed on a picture of himself doing it in Bush's mangina. He became ill with cabin fever.

 

Suddenly without warning, Ian Wong appeared naked on the bed completely covered

[The Law]

It was winter and a dark figure moved through the jungle and pounced upon its sworn enemy the one-eyed monster. But along came a gust of wind that knocked over the big tree, the monster narrowly avoided being crushed, like an incredible flying watermelon. The monster glared at the sexy, dark and mysterious, charming yet deadly blind french schoolboy and was aroused by his dashing looks and large community service commitment, because that's sexy. Following hot sex the monster felt emotional, but satisfied. The schoolboy decided to ask for another round, but he satisfied himself. Feeling adventurous, he approached from the backside and startled the beast's anal-retentive personality with a very disorganized series of noises and movements that threatened to cause trauma to his posterior parietal cortex. The monster roared, "stimulate my cortex", and stimulated he was. Following stimulation, the monster left on the magic flying carpet given to monsters with DUIs.

 

The night of the great escape was the first time the monster missed his mother. The last time he had seen two hookers dancing, his mother had wished she hadn't been the second. Suddenly, the carpet fell apart midflight! Shocked, the monster started to run through downtown Toronto completely naked, except he suddenly remembered what his mother had told him, "When in Rome...don't get lost or expose your taunt sexy bottom to a giant, pink and furry, cold steely ruler." Remembering this, he pulled down his roll-up world map only to realize that the map hit his big, lumpy, misshapen, and yet strangely provocative medical school application. "Sweet heavenly Jesus," sang the monster. Forgetting the deadline, he asked Jesus to grant him acceptance to Hopkins school of dancing. In reply he brought out handcuffs to restrain the large ball of feathers and glowsticks coming out of the penguin's body (a painful experience) and looked at his rapidly growing grade point average. Upon reaching 3.8 kmph while walking he decided to apply to medical drama script writing school, because he couldn't get enough of that sweet aroma of cadavers while jerking off his neighbor's dog. "Here Sparky!", he said while prying the silver bullet from his toolbox. First came the wrench, then the magic mushrooms, and finally he brought out deeman101's belly-button ring. When combined, these cause extreme sexual hallucinations involving various unspeakable acts such as squirting Newfiemike from deeman's vagina. Assisted by volunteer premed exotic dancers, he blocked the secret entrance to Newfiemike's mangina. Consequently, people loudly admired how he plugged Newfiemike's mangina with a med acceptance, causing several papercuts.

 

Few days later, a huge rash, authoritarian dictator named Ifi-al rialla Gud, threatened to touch the hearts of people with questionable sexual identities and various dangly bits on their resume-unfriendly cinnamon buns. "Unfriendly", you ask? Certainly. They were crafted with questionable practices such as violent teabagging and Kobe beef massages. The monster knew the quadratic equation could trigger intense and surprisingly erotic visions involving numerous gay leprechauns and their incredibly enormous electric toothbrushes. Thankfully, their yellow banana-hammocks were edible and only slightly diseased with STDs like swine flu and severe anal discharge. Such discharge was magical and targetted directly towards those exotic dancers in Toronto Medical School.

 

In Iran, Ahmadinejad died. The end seemed near, but the monster knew that dead presidents get less virgins (of poor quality). So Barack Obama flew to Iran, his birth place, while George Bush pranced in his pink furry shorts summoning the gods Sarah Palin and Jenna Jameson to make babies with each other. Testicles are weak compared to my imagination when those two wild and crazy ladies in red grabbed my testicles and tried to do the unimaginable. The next morning they were red and infected with grotesque baby leprechauns. Bush joins in but can't perform due to his fetish for WMD related pornography and large, studded, vibrating tickle me elmos. "Oh Elmo!" cried Laura Bush as she fantasized about Saddam. George couldn't believe it's not butter, but rather it turned him on. Meanwhile, in Iran Ahmadinejad was resurrected and created Skynet. He then jizzed on a picture of himself doing it in Bush's mangina. He became ill with cabin fever.

 

Suddenly without warning, Ian Wong appeared naked on the bed completely covered with Jochi photographs.

[ShootingStar]

It was winter and a dark figure moved through the jungle and pounced upon its sworn enemy the one-eyed monster. But along came a gust of wind that knocked over the big tree, the monster narrowly avoided being crushed, like an incredible flying watermelon. The monster glared at the sexy, dark and mysterious, charming yet deadly blind french schoolboy and was aroused by his dashing looks and large community service commitment, because that's sexy. Following hot sex the monster felt emotional, but satisfied. The schoolboy decided to ask for another round, but he satisfied himself. Feeling adventurous, he approached from the backside and startled the beast's anal-retentive personality with a very disorganized series of noises and movements that threatened to cause trauma to his posterior parietal cortex. The monster roared, "stimulate my cortex", and stimulated he was. Following stimulation, the monster left on the magic flying carpet given to monsters with DUIs.

 

The night of the great escape was the first time the monster missed his mother. The last time he had seen two hookers dancing, his mother had wished she hadn't been the second. Suddenly, the carpet fell apart midflight! Shocked, the monster started to run through downtown Toronto completely naked, except he suddenly remembered what his mother had told him, "When in Rome...don't get lost or expose your taunt sexy bottom to a giant, pink and furry, cold steely ruler." Remembering this, he pulled down his roll-up world map only to realize that the map hit his big, lumpy, misshapen, and yet strangely provocative medical school application. "Sweet heavenly Jesus," sang the monster. Forgetting the deadline, he asked Jesus to grant him acceptance to Hopkins school of dancing. In reply he brought out handcuffs to restrain the large ball of feathers and glowsticks coming out of the penguin's body (a painful experience) and looked at his rapidly growing grade point average. Upon reaching 3.8 kmph while walking he decided to apply to medical drama script writing school, because he couldn't get enough of that sweet aroma of cadavers while jerking off his neighbor's dog. "Here Sparky!", he said while prying the silver bullet from his toolbox. First came the wrench, then the magic mushrooms, and finally he brought out deeman101's belly-button ring. When combined, these cause extreme sexual hallucinations involving various unspeakable acts such as squirting Newfiemike from deeman's vagina. Assisted by volunteer premed exotic dancers, he blocked the secret entrance to Newfiemike's mangina. Consequently, people loudly admired how he plugged Newfiemike's mangina with a med acceptance, causing several papercuts.

 

Few days later, a huge rash, authoritarian dictator named Ifi-al rialla Gud, threatened to touch the hearts of people with questionable sexual identities and various dangly bits on their resume-unfriendly cinnamon buns. "Unfriendly", you ask? Certainly. They were crafted with questionable practices such as violent teabagging and Kobe beef massages. The monster knew the quadratic equation could trigger intense and surprisingly erotic visions involving numerous gay leprechauns and their incredibly enormous electric toothbrushes. Thankfully, their yellow banana-hammocks were edible and only slightly diseased with STDs like swine flu and severe anal discharge. Such discharge was magical and targetted directly towards those exotic dancers in Toronto Medical School.

 

In Iran, Ahmadinejad died. The end seemed near, but the monster knew that dead presidents get less virgins (of poor quality). So Barack Obama flew to Iran, his birth place, while George Bush pranced in his pink furry shorts summoning the gods Sarah Palin and Jenna Jameson to make babies with each other. Testicles are weak compared to my imagination when those two wild and crazy ladies in red grabbed my testicles and tried to do the unimaginable. The next morning they were red and infected with grotesque baby leprechauns. Bush joins in but can't perform due to his fetish for WMD related pornography and large, studded, vibrating tickle me elmos. "Oh Elmo!" cried Laura Bush as she fantasized about Saddam. George couldn't believe it's not butter, but rather it turned him on. Meanwhile, in Iran Ahmadinejad was resurrected and created Skynet. He then jizzed on a picture of himself doing it in Bush's mangina. He became ill with cabin fever.

 

Suddenly without warning, Ian Wong appeared naked on the bed completely covered with Jochi photographs. He then started

[The Law]

It was winter and a dark figure moved through the jungle and pounced upon its sworn enemy the one-eyed monster. But along came a gust of wind that knocked over the big tree, the monster narrowly avoided being crushed, like an incredible flying watermelon. The monster glared at the sexy, dark and mysterious, charming yet deadly blind french schoolboy and was aroused by his dashing looks and large community service commitment, because that's sexy. Following hot sex the monster felt emotional, but satisfied. The schoolboy decided to ask for another round, but he satisfied himself. Feeling adventurous, he approached from the backside and startled the beast's anal-retentive personality with a very disorganized series of noises and movements that threatened to cause trauma to his posterior parietal cortex. The monster roared, "stimulate my cortex", and stimulated he was. Following stimulation, the monster left on the magic flying carpet given to monsters with DUIs.

 

The night of the great escape was the first time the monster missed his mother. The last time he had seen two hookers dancing, his mother had wished she hadn't been the second. Suddenly, the carpet fell apart midflight! Shocked, the monster started to run through downtown Toronto completely naked, except he suddenly remembered what his mother had told him, "When in Rome...don't get lost or expose your taunt sexy bottom to a giant, pink and furry, cold steely ruler." Remembering this, he pulled down his roll-up world map only to realize that the map hit his big, lumpy, misshapen, and yet strangely provocative medical school application. "Sweet heavenly Jesus," sang the monster. Forgetting the deadline, he asked Jesus to grant him acceptance to Hopkins school of dancing. In reply he brought out handcuffs to restrain the large ball of feathers and glowsticks coming out of the penguin's body (a painful experience) and looked at his rapidly growing grade point average. Upon reaching 3.8 kmph while walking he decided to apply to medical drama script writing school, because he couldn't get enough of that sweet aroma of cadavers while jerking off his neighbor's dog. "Here Sparky!", he said while prying the silver bullet from his toolbox. First came the wrench, then the magic mushrooms, and finally he brought out deeman101's belly-button ring. When combined, these cause extreme sexual hallucinations involving various unspeakable acts such as squirting Newfiemike from deeman's vagina. Assisted by volunteer premed exotic dancers, he blocked the secret entrance to Newfiemike's mangina. Consequently, people loudly admired how he plugged Newfiemike's mangina with a med acceptance, causing several papercuts.

 

Few days later, a huge rash, authoritarian dictator named Ifi-al rialla Gud, threatened to touch the hearts of people with questionable sexual identities and various dangly bits on their resume-unfriendly cinnamon buns. "Unfriendly", you ask? Certainly. They were crafted with questionable practices such as violent teabagging and Kobe beef massages. The monster knew the quadratic equation could trigger intense and surprisingly erotic visions involving numerous gay leprechauns and their incredibly enormous electric toothbrushes. Thankfully, their yellow banana-hammocks were edible and only slightly diseased with STDs like swine flu and severe anal discharge. Such discharge was magical and targetted directly towards those exotic dancers in Toronto Medical School.

 

In Iran, Ahmadinejad died. The end seemed near, but the monster knew that dead presidents get less virgins (of poor quality). So Barack Obama flew to Iran, his birth place, while George Bush pranced in his pink furry shorts summoning the gods Sarah Palin and Jenna Jameson to make babies with each other. Testicles are weak compared to my imagination when those two wild and crazy ladies in red grabbed my testicles and tried to do the unimaginable. The next morning they were red and infected with grotesque baby leprechauns. Bush joins in but can't perform due to his fetish for WMD related pornography and large, studded, vibrating tickle me elmos. "Oh Elmo!" cried Laura Bush as she fantasized about Saddam. George couldn't believe it's not butter, but rather it turned him on. Meanwhile, in Iran Ahmadinejad was resurrected and created Skynet. He then jizzed on a picture of himself doing it in Bush's mangina. He became ill with cabin fever.

 

Suddenly without warning, Ian Wong appeared naked on the bed completely covered with Jochi photographs. He then started to sing while

[xi88]

It was winter and a dark figure moved through the jungle and pounced upon its sworn enemy the one-eyed monster. But along came a gust of wind that knocked over the big tree, the monster narrowly avoided being crushed, like an incredible flying watermelon. The monster glared at the sexy, dark and mysterious, charming yet deadly blind french schoolboy and was aroused by his dashing looks and large community service commitment, because that's sexy. Following hot sex the monster felt emotional, but satisfied. The schoolboy decided to ask for another round, but he satisfied himself. Feeling adventurous, he approached from the backside and startled the beast's anal-retentive personality with a very disorganized series of noises and movements that threatened to cause trauma to his posterior parietal cortex. The monster roared, "stimulate my cortex", and stimulated he was. Following stimulation, the monster left on the magic flying carpet given to monsters with DUIs.

 

The night of the great escape was the first time the monster missed his mother. The last time he had seen two hookers dancing, his mother had wished she hadn't been the second. Suddenly, the carpet fell apart midflight! Shocked, the monster started to run through downtown Toronto completely naked, except he suddenly remembered what his mother had told him, "When in Rome...don't get lost or expose your taunt sexy bottom to a giant, pink and furry, cold steely ruler." Remembering this, he pulled down his roll-up world map only to realize that the map hit his big, lumpy, misshapen, and yet strangely provocative medical school application. "Sweet heavenly Jesus," sang the monster. Forgetting the deadline, he asked Jesus to grant him acceptance to Hopkins school of dancing. In reply he brought out handcuffs to restrain the large ball of feathers and glowsticks coming out of the penguin's body (a painful experience) and looked at his rapidly growing grade point average. Upon reaching 3.8 kmph while walking he decided to apply to medical drama script writing school, because he couldn't get enough of that sweet aroma of cadavers while jerking off his neighbor's dog. "Here Sparky!", he said while prying the silver bullet from his toolbox. First came the wrench, then the magic mushrooms, and finally he brought out deeman101's belly-button ring. When combined, these cause extreme sexual hallucinations involving various unspeakable acts such as squirting Newfiemike from deeman's vagina. Assisted by volunteer premed exotic dancers, he blocked the secret entrance to Newfiemike's mangina. Consequently, people loudly admired how he plugged Newfiemike's mangina with a med acceptance, causing several papercuts.

 

Few days later, a huge rash, authoritarian dictator named Ifi-al rialla Gud, threatened to touch the hearts of people with questionable sexual identities and various dangly bits on their resume-unfriendly cinnamon buns. "Unfriendly", you ask? Certainly. They were crafted with questionable practices such as violent teabagging and Kobe beef massages. The monster knew the quadratic equation could trigger intense and surprisingly erotic visions involving numerous gay leprechauns and their incredibly enormous electric toothbrushes. Thankfully, their yellow banana-hammocks were edible and only slightly diseased with STDs like swine flu and severe anal discharge. Such discharge was magical and targetted directly towards those exotic dancers in Toronto Medical School.

 

In Iran, Ahmadinejad died. The end seemed near, but the monster knew that dead presidents get less virgins (of poor quality). So Barack Obama flew to Iran, his birth place, while George Bush pranced in his pink furry shorts summoning the gods Sarah Palin and Jenna Jameson to make babies with each other. Testicles are weak compared to my imagination when those two wild and crazy ladies in red grabbed my testicles and tried to do the unimaginable. The next morning they were red and infected with grotesque baby leprechauns. Bush joins in but can't perform due to his fetish for WMD related pornography and large, studded, vibrating tickle me elmos. "Oh Elmo!" cried Laura Bush as she fantasized about Saddam. George couldn't believe it's not butter, but rather it turned him on. Meanwhile, in Iran Ahmadinejad was resurrected and created Skynet. He then jizzed on a picture of himself doing it in Bush's mangina. He became ill with cabin fever.

 

Suddenly without warning, Ian Wong appeared naked on the bed completely covered with Jochi photographs. He then started to sing while he reached for

__________________

[steelie]

It was winter and a dark figure moved through the jungle and pounced upon its sworn enemy the one-eyed monster. But along came a gust of wind that knocked over the big tree, the monster narrowly avoided being crushed, like an incredible flying watermelon. The monster glared at the sexy, dark and mysterious, charming yet deadly blind french schoolboy and was aroused by his dashing looks and large community service commitment, because that's sexy. Following hot sex the monster felt emotional, but satisfied. The schoolboy decided to ask for another round, but he satisfied himself. Feeling adventurous, he approached from the backside and startled the beast's anal-retentive personality with a very disorganized series of noises and movements that threatened to cause trauma to his posterior parietal cortex. The monster roared, "stimulate my cortex", and stimulated he was. Following stimulation, the monster left on the magic flying carpet given to monsters with DUIs.

 

The night of the great escape was the first time the monster missed his mother. The last time he had seen two hookers dancing, his mother had wished she hadn't been the second. Suddenly, the carpet fell apart midflight! Shocked, the monster started to run through downtown Toronto completely naked, except he suddenly remembered what his mother had told him, "When in Rome...don't get lost or expose your taunt sexy bottom to a giant, pink and furry, cold steely ruler." Remembering this, he pulled down his roll-up world map only to realize that the map hit his big, lumpy, misshapen, and yet strangely provocative medical school application. "Sweet heavenly Jesus," sang the monster. Forgetting the deadline, he asked Jesus to grant him acceptance to Hopkins school of dancing. In reply he brought out handcuffs to restrain the large ball of feathers and glowsticks coming out of the penguin's body (a painful experience) and looked at his rapidly growing grade point average. Upon reaching 3.8 kmph while walking he decided to apply to medical drama script writing school, because he couldn't get enough of that sweet aroma of cadavers while jerking off his neighbor's dog. "Here Sparky!", he said while prying the silver bullet from his toolbox. First came the wrench, then the magic mushrooms, and finally he brought out deeman101's belly-button ring. When combined, these cause extreme sexual hallucinations involving various unspeakable acts such as squirting Newfiemike from deeman's vagina. Assisted by volunteer premed exotic dancers, he blocked the secret entrance to Newfiemike's mangina. Consequently, people loudly admired how he plugged Newfiemike's mangina with a med acceptance, causing several papercuts.

 

Few days later, a huge rash, authoritarian dictator named Ifi-al rialla Gud, threatened to touch the hearts of people with questionable sexual identities and various dangly bits on their resume-unfriendly cinnamon buns. "Unfriendly", you ask? Certainly. They were crafted with questionable practices such as violent teabagging and Kobe beef massages. The monster knew the quadratic equation could trigger intense and surprisingly erotic visions involving numerous gay leprechauns and their incredibly enormous electric toothbrushes. Thankfully, their yellow banana-hammocks were edible and only slightly diseased with STDs like swine flu and severe anal discharge. Such discharge was magical and targetted directly towards those exotic dancers in Toronto Medical School.

 

In Iran, Ahmadinejad died. The end seemed near, but the monster knew that dead presidents get less virgins (of poor quality). So Barack Obama flew to Iran, his birth place, while George Bush pranced in his pink furry shorts summoning the gods Sarah Palin and Jenna Jameson to make babies with each other. Testicles are weak compared to my imagination when those two wild and crazy ladies in red grabbed my testicles and tried to do the unimaginable. The next morning they were red and infected with grotesque baby leprechauns. Bush joins in but can't perform due to his fetish for WMD related pornography and large, studded, vibrating tickle me elmos. "Oh Elmo!" cried Laura Bush as she fantasized about Saddam. George couldn't believe it's not butter, but rather it turned him on. Meanwhile, in Iran Ahmadinejad was resurrected and created Skynet. He then jizzed on a picture of himself doing it in Bush's mangina. He became ill with cabin fever.

 

Suddenly without warning, Ian Wong appeared naked on the bed completely covered with Jochi photographs. He then started to sing while he reached for the bottle of

[ballofnerves]

It was winter and a dark figure moved through the jungle and pounced upon its sworn enemy the one-eyed monster. But along came a gust of wind that knocked over the big tree, the monster narrowly avoided being crushed, like an incredible flying watermelon. The monster glared at the sexy, dark and mysterious, charming yet deadly blind french schoolboy and was aroused by his dashing looks and large community service commitment, because that's sexy. Following hot sex the monster felt emotional, but satisfied. The schoolboy decided to ask for another round, but he satisfied himself. Feeling adventurous, he approached from the backside and startled the beast's anal-retentive personality with a very disorganized series of noises and movements that threatened to cause trauma to his posterior parietal cortex. The monster roared, "stimulate my cortex", and stimulated he was. Following stimulation, the monster left on the magic flying carpet given to monsters with DUIs.

 

The night of the great escape was the first time the monster missed his mother. The last time he had seen two hookers dancing, his mother had wished she hadn't been the second. Suddenly, the carpet fell apart midflight! Shocked, the monster started to run through downtown Toronto completely naked, except he suddenly remembered what his mother had told him, "When in Rome...don't get lost or expose your taunt sexy bottom to a giant, pink and furry, cold steely ruler." Remembering this, he pulled down his roll-up world map only to realize that the map hit his big, lumpy, misshapen, and yet strangely provocative medical school application. "Sweet heavenly Jesus," sang the monster. Forgetting the deadline, he asked Jesus to grant him acceptance to Hopkins school of dancing. In reply he brought out handcuffs to restrain the large ball of feathers and glowsticks coming out of the penguin's body (a painful experience) and looked at his rapidly growing grade point average. Upon reaching 3.8 kmph while walking he decided to apply to medical drama script writing school, because he couldn't get enough of that sweet aroma of cadavers while jerking off his neighbor's dog. "Here Sparky!", he said while prying the silver bullet from his toolbox. First came the wrench, then the magic mushrooms, and finally he brought out deeman101's belly-button ring. When combined, these cause extreme sexual hallucinations involving various unspeakable acts such as squirting Newfiemike from deeman's vagina. Assisted by volunteer premed exotic dancers, he blocked the secret entrance to Newfiemike's mangina. Consequently, people loudly admired how he plugged Newfiemike's mangina with a med acceptance, causing several papercuts.

 

Few days later, a huge rash, authoritarian dictator named Ifi-al rialla Gud, threatened to touch the hearts of people with questionable sexual identities and various dangly bits on their resume-unfriendly cinnamon buns. "Unfriendly", you ask? Certainly. They were crafted with questionable practices such as violent teabagging and Kobe beef massages. The monster knew the quadratic equation could trigger intense and surprisingly erotic visions involving numerous gay leprechauns and their incredibly enormous electric toothbrushes. Thankfully, their yellow banana-hammocks were edible and only slightly diseased with STDs like swine flu and severe anal discharge. Such discharge was magical and targetted directly towards those exotic dancers in Toronto Medical School.

 

In Iran, Ahmadinejad died. The end seemed near, but the monster knew that dead presidents get less virgins (of poor quality). So Barack Obama flew to Iran, his birth place, while George Bush pranced in his pink furry shorts summoning the gods Sarah Palin and Jenna Jameson to make babies with each other. Testicles are weak compared to my imagination when those two wild and crazy ladies in red grabbed my testicles and tried to do the unimaginable. The next morning they were red and infected with grotesque baby leprechauns. Bush joins in but can't perform due to his fetish for WMD related pornography and large, studded, vibrating tickle me elmos. "Oh Elmo!" cried Laura Bush as she fantasized about Saddam. George couldn't believe it's not butter, but rather it turned him on. Meanwhile, in Iran Ahmadinejad was resurrected and created Skynet. He then jizzed on a picture of himself doing it in Bush's mangina. He became ill with cabin fever.

 

Suddenly without warning, Ian Wong appeared naked on the bed completely covered with Jochi photographs. He then started to sing while he reached for the bottle of the aforementioned discharge

[Renin]

It was winter and a dark figure moved through the jungle and pounced upon its sworn enemy the one-eyed monster. But along came a gust of wind that knocked over the big tree, the monster narrowly avoided being crushed, like an incredible flying watermelon. The monster glared at the sexy, dark and mysterious, charming yet deadly blind french schoolboy and was aroused by his dashing looks and large community service commitment, because that's sexy. Following hot sex the monster felt emotional, but satisfied. The schoolboy decided to ask for another round, but he satisfied himself. Feeling adventurous, he approached from the backside and startled the beast's anal-retentive personality with a very disorganized series of noises and movements that threatened to cause trauma to his posterior parietal cortex. The monster roared, "stimulate my cortex", and stimulated he was. Following stimulation, the monster left on the magic flying carpet given to monsters with DUIs.

 

The night of the great escape was the first time the monster missed his mother. The last time he had seen two hookers dancing, his mother had wished she hadn't been the second. Suddenly, the carpet fell apart midflight! Shocked, the monster started to run through downtown Toronto completely naked, except he suddenly remembered what his mother had told him, "When in Rome...don't get lost or expose your taunt sexy bottom to a giant, pink and furry, cold steely ruler." Remembering this, he pulled down his roll-up world map only to realize that the map hit his big, lumpy, misshapen, and yet strangely provocative medical school application. "Sweet heavenly Jesus," sang the monster. Forgetting the deadline, he asked Jesus to grant him acceptance to Hopkins school of dancing. In reply he brought out handcuffs to restrain the large ball of feathers and glowsticks coming out of the penguin's body (a painful experience) and looked at his rapidly growing grade point average. Upon reaching 3.8 kmph while walking he decided to apply to medical drama script writing school, because he couldn't get enough of that sweet aroma of cadavers while jerking off his neighbor's dog. "Here Sparky!", he said while prying the silver bullet from his toolbox. First came the wrench, then the magic mushrooms, and finally he brought out deeman101's belly-button ring. When combined, these cause extreme sexual hallucinations involving various unspeakable acts such as squirting Newfiemike from deeman's vagina. Assisted by volunteer premed exotic dancers, he blocked the secret entrance to Newfiemike's mangina. Consequently, people loudly admired how he plugged Newfiemike's mangina with a med acceptance, causing several papercuts.

 

Few days later, a huge rash, authoritarian dictator named Ifi-al rialla Gud, threatened to touch the hearts of people with questionable sexual identities and various dangly bits on their resume-unfriendly cinnamon buns. "Unfriendly", you ask? Certainly. They were crafted with questionable practices such as violent teabagging and Kobe beef massages. The monster knew the quadratic equation could trigger intense and surprisingly erotic visions involving numerous gay leprechauns and their incredibly enormous electric toothbrushes. Thankfully, their yellow banana-hammocks were edible and only slightly diseased with STDs like swine flu and severe anal discharge. Such discharge was magical and targetted directly towards those exotic dancers in Toronto Medical School.

 

In Iran, Ahmadinejad died. The end seemed near, but the monster knew that dead presidents get less virgins (of poor quality). So Barack Obama flew to Iran, his birth place, while George Bush pranced in his pink furry shorts summoning the gods Sarah Palin and Jenna Jameson to make babies with each other. Testicles are weak compared to my imagination when those two wild and crazy ladies in red grabbed my testicles and tried to do the unimaginable. The next morning they were red and infected with grotesque baby leprechauns. Bush joins in but can't perform due to his fetish for WMD related pornography and large, studded, vibrating tickle me elmos. "Oh Elmo!" cried Laura Bush as she fantasized about Saddam. George couldn't believe it's not butter, but rather it turned him on. Meanwhile, in Iran Ahmadinejad was resurrected and created Skynet. He then jizzed on a picture of himself doing it in Bush's mangina. He became ill with cabin fever.

 

Suddenly without warning, Ian Wong appeared naked on the bed completely covered with Jochi photographs. He then started to sing while he reached for the bottle of the aforementioned discharge which was carefully

[The Law]

It was winter and a dark figure moved through the jungle and pounced upon its sworn enemy the one-eyed monster. But along came a gust of wind that knocked over the big tree, the monster narrowly avoided being crushed, like an incredible flying watermelon. The monster glared at the sexy, dark and mysterious, charming yet deadly blind french schoolboy and was aroused by his dashing looks and large community service commitment, because that's sexy. Following hot sex the monster felt emotional, but satisfied. The schoolboy decided to ask for another round, but he satisfied himself. Feeling adventurous, he approached from the backside and startled the beast's anal-retentive personality with a very disorganized series of noises and movements that threatened to cause trauma to his posterior parietal cortex. The monster roared, "stimulate my cortex", and stimulated he was. Following stimulation, the monster left on the magic flying carpet given to monsters with DUIs.

 

The night of the great escape was the first time the monster missed his mother. The last time he had seen two hookers dancing, his mother had wished she hadn't been the second. Suddenly, the carpet fell apart midflight! Shocked, the monster started to run through downtown Toronto completely naked, except he suddenly remembered what his mother had told him, "When in Rome...don't get lost or expose your taunt sexy bottom to a giant, pink and furry, cold steely ruler." Remembering this, he pulled down his roll-up world map only to realize that the map hit his big, lumpy, misshapen, and yet strangely provocative medical school application. "Sweet heavenly Jesus," sang the monster. Forgetting the deadline, he asked Jesus to grant him acceptance to Hopkins school of dancing. In reply he brought out handcuffs to restrain the large ball of feathers and glowsticks coming out of the penguin's body (a painful experience) and looked at his rapidly growing grade point average. Upon reaching 3.8 kmph while walking he decided to apply to medical drama script writing school, because he couldn't get enough of that sweet aroma of cadavers while jerking off his neighbor's dog. "Here Sparky!", he said while prying the silver bullet from his toolbox. First came the wrench, then the magic mushrooms, and finally he brought out deeman101's belly-button ring. When combined, these cause extreme sexual hallucinations involving various unspeakable acts such as squirting Newfiemike from deeman's vagina. Assisted by volunteer premed exotic dancers, he blocked the secret entrance to Newfiemike's mangina. Consequently, people loudly admired how he plugged Newfiemike's mangina with a med acceptance, causing several papercuts.

 

Few days later, a huge rash, authoritarian dictator named Ifi-al rialla Gud, threatened to touch the hearts of people with questionable sexual identities and various dangly bits on their resume-unfriendly cinnamon buns. "Unfriendly", you ask? Certainly. They were crafted with questionable practices such as violent teabagging and Kobe beef massages. The monster knew the quadratic equation could trigger intense and surprisingly erotic visions involving numerous gay leprechauns and their incredibly enormous electric toothbrushes. Thankfully, their yellow banana-hammocks were edible and only slightly diseased with STDs like swine flu and severe anal discharge. Such discharge was magical and targetted directly towards those exotic dancers in Toronto Medical School.

 

In Iran, Ahmadinejad died. The end seemed near, but the monster knew that dead presidents get less virgins (of poor quality). So Barack Obama flew to Iran, his birth place, while George Bush pranced in his pink furry shorts summoning the gods Sarah Palin and Jenna Jameson to make babies with each other. Testicles are weak compared to my imagination when those two wild and crazy ladies in red grabbed my testicles and tried to do the unimaginable. The next morning they were red and infected with grotesque baby leprechauns. Bush joins in but can't perform due to his fetish for WMD related pornography and large, studded, vibrating tickle me elmos. "Oh Elmo!" cried Laura Bush as she fantasized about Saddam. George couldn't believe it's not butter, but rather it turned him on. Meanwhile, in Iran Ahmadinejad was resurrected and created Skynet. He then jizzed on a picture of himself doing it in Bush's mangina. He became ill with cabin fever.

 

Suddenly without warning, Ian Wong appeared naked on the bed completely covered with Jochi photographs. He then started to sing while he reached for the bottle of the aforementioned discharge which was carefully simmering on the

[future_doc]

d e l e t e

[TeaHatingBrit]

It was winter and a dark figure moved through the jungle and pounced upon its sworn enemy the one-eyed monster. But along came a gust of wind that knocked over the big tree, the monster narrowly avoided being crushed, like an incredible flying watermelon. The monster glared at the sexy, dark and mysterious, charming yet deadly blind french schoolboy and was aroused by his dashing looks and large community service commitment, because that's sexy. Following hot sex the monster felt emotional, but satisfied. The schoolboy decided to ask for another round, but he satisfied himself. Feeling adventurous, he approached from the backside and startled the beast's anal-retentive personality with a very disorganized series of noises and movements that threatened to cause trauma to his posterior parietal cortex. The monster roared, "stimulate my cortex", and stimulated he was. Following stimulation, the monster left on the magic flying carpet given to monsters with DUIs.

 

The night of the great escape was the first time the monster missed his mother. The last time he had seen two hookers dancing, his mother had wished she hadn't been the second. Suddenly, the carpet fell apart midflight! Shocked, the monster started to run through downtown Toronto completely naked, except he suddenly remembered what his mother had told him, "When in Rome...don't get lost or expose your taunt sexy bottom to a giant, pink and furry, cold steely ruler." Remembering this, he pulled down his roll-up world map only to realize that the map hit his big, lumpy, misshapen, and yet strangely provocative medical school application. "Sweet heavenly Jesus," sang the monster. Forgetting the deadline, he asked Jesus to grant him acceptance to Hopkins school of dancing. In reply he brought out handcuffs to restrain the large ball of feathers and glowsticks coming out of the penguin's body (a painful experience) and looked at his rapidly growing grade point average. Upon reaching 3.8 kmph while walking he decided to apply to medical drama script writing school, because he couldn't get enough of that sweet aroma of cadavers while jerking off his neighbor's dog. "Here Sparky!", he said while prying the silver bullet from his toolbox. First came the wrench, then the magic mushrooms, and finally he brought out deeman101's belly-button ring. When combined, these cause extreme sexual hallucinations involving various unspeakable acts such as squirting Newfiemike from deeman's vagina. Assisted by volunteer premed exotic dancers, he blocked the secret entrance to Newfiemike's mangina. Consequently, people loudly admired how he plugged Newfiemike's mangina with a med acceptance, causing several papercuts.

 

Few days later, a huge rash, authoritarian dictator named Ifi-al rialla Gud, threatened to touch the hearts of people with questionable sexual identities and various dangly bits on their resume-unfriendly cinnamon buns. "Unfriendly", you ask? Certainly. They were crafted with questionable practices such as violent teabagging and Kobe beef massages. The monster knew the quadratic equation could trigger intense and surprisingly erotic visions involving numerous gay leprechauns and their incredibly enormous electric toothbrushes. Thankfully, their yellow banana-hammocks were edible and only slightly diseased with STDs like swine flu and severe anal discharge. Such discharge was magical and targetted directly towards those exotic dancers in Toronto Medical School.

 

In Iran, Ahmadinejad died. The end seemed near, but the monster knew that dead presidents get less virgins (of poor quality). So Barack Obama flew to Iran, his birth place, while George Bush pranced in his pink furry shorts summoning the gods Sarah Palin and Jenna Jameson to make babies with each other. Testicles are weak compared to my imagination when those two wild and crazy ladies in red grabbed my testicles and tried to do the unimaginable. The next morning they were red and infected with grotesque baby leprechauns. Bush joins in but can't perform due to his fetish for WMD related pornography and large, studded, vibrating tickle me elmos. "Oh Elmo!" cried Laura Bush as she fantasized about Saddam. George couldn't believe it's not butter, but rather it turned him on. Meanwhile, in Iran Ahmadinejad was resurrected and created Skynet. He then jizzed on a picture of himself doing it in Bush's mangina. He became ill with cabin fever.

 

Suddenly without warning, Ian Wong appeared naked on the bed completely covered with Jochi photographs. He then started to sing while he reached for the bottle of the aforementioned discharge which was carefully simmering on the bunsen burner. Ian

[xi88]

It was winter and a dark figure moved through the jungle and pounced upon its sworn enemy the one-eyed monster. But along came a gust of wind that knocked over the big tree, the monster narrowly avoided being crushed, like an incredible flying watermelon. The monster glared at the sexy, dark and mysterious, charming yet deadly blind french schoolboy and was aroused by his dashing looks and large community service commitment, because that's sexy. Following hot sex the monster felt emotional, but satisfied. The schoolboy decided to ask for another round, but he satisfied himself. Feeling adventurous, he approached from the backside and startled the beast's anal-retentive personality with a very disorganized series of noises and movements that threatened to cause trauma to his posterior parietal cortex. The monster roared, "stimulate my cortex", and stimulated he was. Following stimulation, the monster left on the magic flying carpet given to monsters with DUIs.

 

The night of the great escape was the first time the monster missed his mother. The last time he had seen two hookers dancing, his mother had wished she hadn't been the second. Suddenly, the carpet fell apart midflight! Shocked, the monster started to run through downtown Toronto completely naked, except he suddenly remembered what his mother had told him, "When in Rome...don't get lost or expose your taunt sexy bottom to a giant, pink and furry, cold steely ruler." Remembering this, he pulled down his roll-up world map only to realize that the map hit his big, lumpy, misshapen, and yet strangely provocative medical school application. "Sweet heavenly Jesus," sang the monster. Forgetting the deadline, he asked Jesus to grant him acceptance to Hopkins school of dancing. In reply he brought out handcuffs to restrain the large ball of feathers and glowsticks coming out of the penguin's body (a painful experience) and looked at his rapidly growing grade point average. Upon reaching 3.8 kmph while walking he decided to apply to medical drama script writing school, because he couldn't get enough of that sweet aroma of cadavers while jerking off his neighbor's dog. "Here Sparky!", he said while prying the silver bullet from his toolbox. First came the wrench, then the magic mushrooms, and finally he brought out deeman101's belly-button ring. When combined, these cause extreme sexual hallucinations involving various unspeakable acts such as squirting Newfiemike from deeman's vagina. Assisted by volunteer premed exotic dancers, he blocked the secret entrance to Newfiemike's mangina. Consequently, people loudly admired how he plugged Newfiemike's mangina with a med acceptance, causing several papercuts.

 

Few days later, a huge rash, authoritarian dictator named Ifi-al rialla Gud, threatened to touch the hearts of people with questionable sexual identities and various dangly bits on their resume-unfriendly cinnamon buns. "Unfriendly", you ask? Certainly. They were crafted with questionable practices such as violent teabagging and Kobe beef massages. The monster knew the quadratic equation could trigger intense and surprisingly erotic visions involving numerous gay leprechauns and their incredibly enormous electric toothbrushes. Thankfully, their yellow banana-hammocks were edible and only slightly diseased with STDs like swine flu and severe anal discharge. Such discharge was magical and targetted directly towards those exotic dancers in Toronto Medical School.

 

In Iran, Ahmadinejad died. The end seemed near, but the monster knew that dead presidents get less virgins (of poor quality). So Barack Obama flew to Iran, his birth place, while George Bush pranced in his pink furry shorts summoning the gods Sarah Palin and Jenna Jameson to make babies with each other. Testicles are weak compared to my imagination when those two wild and crazy ladies in red grabbed my testicles and tried to do the unimaginable. The next morning they were red and infected with grotesque baby leprechauns. Bush joins in but can't perform due to his fetish for WMD related pornography and large, studded, vibrating tickle me elmos. "Oh Elmo!" cried Laura Bush as she fantasized about Saddam. George couldn't believe it's not butter, but rather it turned him on. Meanwhile, in Iran Ahmadinejad was resurrected and created Skynet. He then jizzed on a picture of himself doing it in Bush's mangina. He became ill with cabin fever.

 

Suddenly without warning, Ian Wong appeared naked on the bed completely covered with Jochi photographs. He then started to sing while he reached for the bottle of the aforementioned discharge which was carefully simmering on the bunsen burner. Ian grabbed the bottle