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A big green truck ran over ferny's camera bag. It was a very sad day since ferny was running late for ballet class. Thankfully, lostprophet had extra pink tights for ferny's otter's that wanted to dance. Henriette the otter was ferny's partner, they had been out all night drinking and partying at lostprophet's house.
His neighbour spiffybeth was their dance instructor ever since the day after Martha Stewart was found guilty of insider trading. They were skipping to an important dance when the dryer started buzzing frantically. One otter choked from laughing at something she saw and fell off the wagon.
Now Henriette decided to just leave and go wherever the sun would shine on transvestites. He packed his tights and tutu in his Luis Vuitton purse, put on his converse allstars sneakers, combed her eyeleashes, adjusted her twins, cutting the cheese and grabbed her purple, dotted hat. Just then, her pantyhose erupted at the break of dawn...thus catching her thunder thighs on a giant bacon cheeseburger with sesame seed buns. She topped it with honey.
Lostprophet called LaFoto and became a Buddhist that very day. They agreed to denouce Buddhism! LaFoto sent Hertz a messenger. His skin crawled upon (the) knowledge. Hertz asked to be taken to Mexico City. There he met Corry with her camera which, unfortunately had fingerprints all over the lens. "Why did you put fingerprints on your lens" shouted Hertz. Corry sobbed and knelt before him. "I'm sooooo sorry sir. My chicken was throbbing profusely and was swelling. I forgot about extracting it's eggs anal intruder from Batmans cave in time for tea.
Winston made certain, licking his finger, that all was covered in peanut-butter, only the lens was safe from pink and furry paws, was that what Henriette longed for all the time? Flashing his "big lens" lead to a moment of shear exhibitionism that frightened Henriette just to the point that it made where she almost shrieked in despair. This caused Anty to come running in her new light green dress, which got dirty when she had tripped over the peanut-butter jar. Rushing forward, unzipping her brightly red vanity case, extracting a hand grenade and lobbing it forcefully towards the local McDonalds cafe, she realised too late her penguin had just bitten off her tender freshly painted toes.
Suddenly, without warning, Chiller emerged from the dark side dressed in camo, shooting everybody dead. Pandamonium broke out among the cadavers as Chiller tip-toed photographing every drop of spilled fixer. Finally it was way too late for goodbyes. Blood oozed and gurgled down the bodies, giving the scene a look of an impossible red. Ajay was called to capture the scene of the gory, gruesome, grisly dimly lit patio.
Meanwhile, Henriette smiled derisively to herself. The day couldn't have been any easier, as she hoisted up her polka dot coveralls, than with this candy floss. He had previously undergone a colonoscopy the reason being that his sex change operation went terribly wrong so that she was missing her ipod and twenty five grand.
Wolf Blitzer was dying to meet Mr. Potatoe Head, a fellow 'common-tater' with a story about a round window with a cat sitting in a puddle of milk. The story, made famous by Mr Bean was in every newspaper known to mankind. Wolf texted Henriette who instant messaged all her contacts. Those contacts included, LP, Arch, Spiffybeth, RyMo, and Governor Schwarzenegger. Some cadavers stirred uneasily due to the prospect of meeting Osama Bin Laden. Meanwhile, pink chutney, garlic stuffed olives and fettucini Alfredo with a side of fried cockroaches. MissMia ordered wine, the waiter whined "Why wine?", and ordered the cheese! Cutting the cheese was Kundalini's job and he did it with great ease. Kundalini's fart ignited Tangerini's hair into a wondrous fireball, cuz the hairspray was still wet from her shower. It was golden!
Kundalini later apologized because MissMia incontinence isn't something you can expect others to understand or enjoy. The world ended for Tangerini's hair, the sun super-nova'd any chance of life recommencing ever atop that head.
Stinking, burning flesh adorned the floor just as exploded into fragments. The detonation startled RyMo, sending him to Starbucks for a white mocha frappucino and a Big Mac with extra pickle (which disliked RyMo). "I wish Wendy's served real food like McDonald's", he lied to the espresso machine. Sipping McDonald's McEuthanasia Espresso from a large bucket marked "poison", Rhys scratched his butt which was nestled on a pile of rusty washers. "What time does the ferry sink" asked God. Just then, suddenly Shergar, carrying Elvis on its back, emerged from the coffeehouse's back office reported the National Enquirer had just gotten into bad grammar. "Zounds! What mounds!" LostProphet's new boobs shouted at Wolf Blitzer. Wolf Blitzer was mortified because he never was a woman. Would CNN fire another transvestite, he himself being one? His panties bunched, his voice cracking, his pantyhose burst into pink fragments and he gripped, desperately, LostProphet's hand. LostProphet gently fondled his new BFF, which purred expectantly...
Henriette the otter feared being bestialised but went ahead
His neighbour spiffybeth was their dance instructor ever since the day after Martha Stewart was found guilty of insider trading. They were skipping to an important dance when the dryer started buzzing frantically. One otter choked from laughing at something she saw and fell off the wagon.
Now Henriette decided to just leave and go wherever the sun would shine on transvestites. He packed his tights and tutu in his Luis Vuitton purse, put on his converse allstars sneakers, combed her eyeleashes, adjusted her twins, cutting the cheese and grabbed her purple, dotted hat. Just then, her pantyhose erupted at the break of dawn...thus catching her thunder thighs on a giant bacon cheeseburger with sesame seed buns. She topped it with honey.
Lostprophet called LaFoto and became a Buddhist that very day. They agreed to denouce Buddhism! LaFoto sent Hertz a messenger. His skin crawled upon (the) knowledge. Hertz asked to be taken to Mexico City. There he met Corry with her camera which, unfortunately had fingerprints all over the lens. "Why did you put fingerprints on your lens" shouted Hertz. Corry sobbed and knelt before him. "I'm sooooo sorry sir. My chicken was throbbing profusely and was swelling. I forgot about extracting it's eggs anal intruder from Batmans cave in time for tea.
Winston made certain, licking his finger, that all was covered in peanut-butter, only the lens was safe from pink and furry paws, was that what Henriette longed for all the time? Flashing his "big lens" lead to a moment of shear exhibitionism that frightened Henriette just to the point that it made where she almost shrieked in despair. This caused Anty to come running in her new light green dress, which got dirty when she had tripped over the peanut-butter jar. Rushing forward, unzipping her brightly red vanity case, extracting a hand grenade and lobbing it forcefully towards the local McDonalds cafe, she realised too late her penguin had just bitten off her tender freshly painted toes.
Suddenly, without warning, Chiller emerged from the dark side dressed in camo, shooting everybody dead. Pandamonium broke out among the cadavers as Chiller tip-toed photographing every drop of spilled fixer. Finally it was way too late for goodbyes. Blood oozed and gurgled down the bodies, giving the scene a look of an impossible red. Ajay was called to capture the scene of the gory, gruesome, grisly dimly lit patio.
Meanwhile, Henriette smiled derisively to herself. The day couldn't have been any easier, as she hoisted up her polka dot coveralls, than with this candy floss. He had previously undergone a colonoscopy the reason being that his sex change operation went terribly wrong so that she was missing her ipod and twenty five grand.
Wolf Blitzer was dying to meet Mr. Potatoe Head, a fellow 'common-tater' with a story about a round window with a cat sitting in a puddle of milk. The story, made famous by Mr Bean was in every newspaper known to mankind. Wolf texted Henriette who instant messaged all her contacts. Those contacts included, LP, Arch, Spiffybeth, RyMo, and Governor Schwarzenegger. Some cadavers stirred uneasily due to the prospect of meeting Osama Bin Laden. Meanwhile, pink chutney, garlic stuffed olives and fettucini Alfredo with a side of fried cockroaches. MissMia ordered wine, the waiter whined "Why wine?", and ordered the cheese! Cutting the cheese was Kundalini's job and he did it with great ease. Kundalini's fart ignited Tangerini's hair into a wondrous fireball, cuz the hairspray was still wet from her shower. It was golden!
Kundalini later apologized because MissMia incontinence isn't something you can expect others to understand or enjoy. The world ended for Tangerini's hair, the sun super-nova'd any chance of life recommencing ever atop that head.
Stinking, burning flesh adorned the floor just as exploded into fragments. The detonation startled RyMo, sending him to Starbucks for a white mocha frappucino and a Big Mac with extra pickle (which disliked RyMo). "I wish Wendy's served real food like McDonald's", he lied to the espresso machine. Sipping McDonald's McEuthanasia Espresso from a large bucket marked "poison", Rhys scratched his butt which was nestled on a pile of rusty washers. "What time does the ferry sink" asked God. Just then, suddenly Shergar, carrying Elvis on its back, emerged from the coffeehouse's back office reported the National Enquirer had just gotten into bad grammar. "Zounds! What mounds!" LostProphet's new boobs shouted at Wolf Blitzer. Wolf Blitzer was mortified because he never was a woman. Would CNN fire another transvestite, he himself being one? His panties bunched, his voice cracking, his pantyhose burst into pink fragments and he gripped, desperately, LostProphet's hand. LostProphet gently fondled his new BFF, which purred expectantly...
Henriette the otter feared being bestialised but went ahead
