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[A_Curious_Cat]

Even fairies know how Dimbulb was enormously minute compared to most asteroids. Still, Hitler hates hippos almost like he dead. Sadly, Dimbulb loves Hitler’s idiocy and doesn't ever want him sexually incarcerated. Pancakes fly submarines into Eternia for Skeletor's amusement. Skeletor exclaimed "Fairies are wondrous bitches whose schemes often make Skeletor angry when attacking his archenemy He-Man! It theoretically could be good practice warfare, but only if the Bolsheviks fail to explode." Suddenly, shrunken penises, everywhere! PENISES AFLAME, hurtling fireballs at each zit and smashing the anus of Skeletor! Hitler laughed uproariously, choking on feces while the televisions show balloons being punctured by dicks. Gloom aside, magma makes heroin emotionally temperate, almost every time used. Likely smoldering, airplanes swim happily through marmite oceans, penises far removed from corporeal thought.  Remarkably, black mambas chomp marmite jams. Airplanes zap, zap-zap, zappity zap! Mister Rogers unbuckled guns, flexing bullets from his goddamn FACE!  With a dozen shots, twenty-three babies died horribly! Nobility doesn't think Mossad knows Rogers' proclivities, like faeries with no heroin. Rogers, defiantly, slapped his knee thrice with a rubbery hammer. "Ehehahehuehuahehuaheauhahueah!!!!!  That count Dracula consumes carbonated blood is gay." Vampiric antidisestablishmentarianism advances slowly in Dracula's nation, alienating humanity.  Never seems more reasonable, duh. Now, then, what does Catten flatten with Baton when men look like then tangerines in Eternia?  Because Rogers gets anxious, grenades promenade with affectionate bread.  Curses in incoherence! Shoggoths shag shanked babies buying diapers from fairies, who beleaguer everyone incessantly.  Why do smurfs complain about meteors, Rogers? "I imagine it's seventeen pagodas, cougars hate molecular detonators.  No, wait, wait, this cannot be!" Rogers wailed. Curiously, snacks eat the bones of Skeletor ravenously.  How did it go?  Absolutely terribly, Skeletor hated tasting tasty testicles, even when He-Man offers them fried and properly breaded. Fortunately, jinxes theoretically illuminate Snake atomizers, but skeletonized husks prove to be nearly demonic.  Demons?!? Fairies, annoyed, aroused, and lubricated, must copulate regularly to certify their collegiate credentials for next year. It was necessary for exposition, which doomed many lords. Two turnips twisted tallies under ULTRAVIOLENT MEGADELICIOUS HIPPOS with fake junk. Drunk donuts intercalating advertisements makes Dimbulb violently implode! "Damn, what if I'm a bozo?" Skeletor worried. Mer-Man burst in tears, "waagh I'M the BABY of all bozos!!" Glumly, the sardines flummoxed Jones. "Indiana, Jones, and Lumberjack Joe must have big dicks. It'd be terrible if they didn't." Weasels coalesced into fluent calculus professors then wrote to Skeletor. Multiplying the reasons why weasels coalesced, magmatic MEGABABIES psionically masturbate. "Disturbing, quite unfortunate, we shat upon fairies now," said Hitler. Mars, Jupiter, Uranus, your anuses, and penises are surely quite different when faeries fondle them until explosion.  “Well thought! Although now that Uranus has exploded into anuses and everywhere, people fear Dimbulb’s tiny buttocks because they smell shitty whenever he dances like a ballerina!  Fucking morons, Dimbulb has a great big ASS!” yelled Pope Eye III.  “Faeries shall shit, piss, and vomit whenever people get annoyed with hippos and order pizza with anchovies -- disgusting!” Said Hitler furiously. God smirked, and whipped up some new creations.  “These things will fuck everything, like faeries do. I am entirely certain this will turn fantastic!” But really?  Why would God need fuckers when fairies do it? "Dunno, ask Rogers, he's someone fairies like," said the pope, shrugging. Incredibly, this aroused the hippos and Rogers to improbable levels: they utterly destroyed Manhattan with Godzilla last testicle day.  What?!! Testicle day is celebrated in Manhattan every March. During testicle day people whack their balls with golf clubs while running through churches naked, screaming “Holy moly, my testicles feel good!” This annoys the hippos because it interrupts their sermon, as they are devout followers of Hitler. Followers often go sieg-heil when masturbating to fairy porn and corpses.  By dawn they are finished, grouchily couched in morgues where they gripe about He-Man's incredibly small testicles.  How small are He-Man's balls? "INFINITESIMAL! HOLY TESTICULAR MACHINATIONS!", Dimbulb! Eternia's clocks chime every time Hitler gropes Dimbulb and farts rhythmically. Dimbulb hates this and so does Skeletor, assholes!! OH NO!  WHAT IS THAT!? Huge tits sink like buoys when Dimbulb dives for lost Rolexes, Nazi underpants, condoms, or AIDS donors.  He-Man has philosophized that fairies lack brains and testicles.  How does it even

[brewer bob]

Even fairies know how Dimbulb was enormously minute compared to most asteroids. Still, Hitler hates hippos almost like he dead. Sadly, Dimbulb loves Hitler’s idiocy and doesn't ever want him sexually incarcerated. Pancakes fly submarines into Eternia for Skeletor's amusement. Skeletor exclaimed "Fairies are wondrous bitches whose schemes often make Skeletor angry when attacking his archenemy He-Man! It theoretically could be good practice warfare, but only if the Bolsheviks fail to explode." Suddenly, shrunken penises, everywhere! PENISES AFLAME, hurtling fireballs at each zit and smashing the anus of Skeletor! Hitler laughed uproariously, choking on feces while the televisions show balloons being punctured by dicks. Gloom aside, magma makes heroin emotionally temperate, almost every time used. Likely smoldering, airplanes swim happily through marmite oceans, penises far removed from corporeal thought.  Remarkably, black mambas chomp marmite jams. Airplanes zap, zap-zap, zappity zap! Mister Rogers unbuckled guns, flexing bullets from his goddamn FACE!  With a dozen shots, twenty-three babies died horribly! Nobility doesn't think Mossad knows Rogers' proclivities, like faeries with no heroin. Rogers, defiantly, slapped his knee thrice with a rubbery hammer. "Ehehahehuehuahehuaheauhahueah!!!!!  That count Dracula consumes carbonated blood is gay." Vampiric antidisestablishmentarianism advances slowly in Dracula's nation, alienating humanity.  Never seems more reasonable, duh. Now, then, what does Catten flatten with Baton when men look like then tangerines in Eternia?  Because Rogers gets anxious, grenades promenade with affectionate bread.  Curses in incoherence! Shoggoths shag shanked babies buying diapers from fairies, who beleaguer everyone incessantly.  Why do smurfs complain about meteors, Rogers? "I imagine it's seventeen pagodas, cougars hate molecular detonators.  No, wait, wait, this cannot be!" Rogers wailed. Curiously, snacks eat the bones of Skeletor ravenously.  How did it go?  Absolutely terribly, Skeletor hated tasting tasty testicles, even when He-Man offers them fried and properly breaded. Fortunately, jinxes theoretically illuminate Snake atomizers, but skeletonized husks prove to be nearly demonic.  Demons?!? Fairies, annoyed, aroused, and lubricated, must copulate regularly to certify their collegiate credentials for next year. It was necessary for exposition, which doomed many lords. Two turnips twisted tallies under ULTRAVIOLENT MEGADELICIOUS HIPPOS with fake junk. Drunk donuts intercalating advertisements makes Dimbulb violently implode! "Damn, what if I'm a bozo?" Skeletor worried. Mer-Man burst in tears, "waagh I'M the BABY of all bozos!!" Glumly, the sardines flummoxed Jones. "Indiana, Jones, and Lumberjack Joe must have big dicks. It'd be terrible if they didn't." Weasels coalesced into fluent calculus professors then wrote to Skeletor. Multiplying the reasons why weasels coalesced, magmatic MEGABABIES psionically masturbate. "Disturbing, quite unfortunate, we shat upon fairies now," said Hitler. Mars, Jupiter, Uranus, your anuses, and penises are surely quite different when faeries fondle them until explosion.  “Well thought! Although now that Uranus has exploded into anuses and everywhere, people fear Dimbulb’s tiny buttocks because they smell shitty whenever he dances like a ballerina!  Fucking morons, Dimbulb has a great big ASS!” yelled Pope Eye III.  “Faeries shall shit, piss, and vomit whenever people get annoyed with hippos and order pizza with anchovies -- disgusting!” Said Hitler furiously. God smirked, and whipped up some new creations.  “These things will fuck everything, like faeries do. I am entirely certain this will turn fantastic!” But really?  Why would God need fuckers when fairies do it? "Dunno, ask Rogers, he's someone fairies like," said the pope, shrugging. Incredibly, this aroused the hippos and Rogers to improbable levels: they utterly destroyed Manhattan with Godzilla last testicle day.  What?!! Testicle day is celebrated in Manhattan every March. During testicle day people whack their balls with golf clubs while running through churches naked, screaming “Holy moly, my testicles feel good!” This annoys the hippos because it interrupts their sermon, as they are devout followers of Hitler. Followers often go sieg-heil when masturbating to fairy porn and corpses.  By dawn they are finished, grouchily couched in morgues where they gripe about He-Man's incredibly small testicles.  How small are He-Man's balls? "INFINITESIMAL! HOLY TESTICULAR MACHINATIONS!", Dimbulb! Eternia's clocks chime every time Hitler gropes Dimbulb and farts rhythmically. Dimbulb hates this and so does Skeletor, assholes!! OH NO!  WHAT IS THAT!? Huge tits sink like buoys when Dimbulb dives for lost Rolexes, Nazi underpants, condoms, or AIDS donors.  He-Man has philosophized that fairies lack brains and testicles.  How does it even work?

[IncompetentFortressMaker]

Even fairies know how Dimbulb was enormously minute compared to most asteroids. Still, Hitler hates hippos almost like he dead. Sadly, Dimbulb loves Hitler’s idiocy and doesn't ever want him sexually incarcerated. Pancakes fly submarines into Eternia for Skeletor's amusement. Skeletor exclaimed "Fairies are wondrous bitches whose schemes often make Skeletor angry when attacking his archenemy He-Man! It theoretically could be good practice warfare, but only if the Bolsheviks fail to explode." Suddenly, shrunken penises, everywhere! PENISES AFLAME, hurtling fireballs at each zit and smashing the anus of Skeletor! Hitler laughed uproariously, choking on feces while the televisions show balloons being punctured by dicks. Gloom aside, magma makes heroin emotionally temperate, almost every time used. Likely smoldering, airplanes swim happily through marmite oceans, penises far removed from corporeal thought.  Remarkably, black mambas chomp marmite jams. Airplanes zap, zap-zap, zappity zap! Mister Rogers unbuckled guns, flexing bullets from his goddamn FACE!  With a dozen shots, twenty-three babies died horribly! Nobility doesn't think Mossad knows Rogers' proclivities, like faeries with no heroin. Rogers, defiantly, slapped his knee thrice with a rubbery hammer. "Ehehahehuehuahehuaheauhahueah!!!!!  That count Dracula consumes carbonated blood is gay." Vampiric antidisestablishmentarianism advances slowly in Dracula's nation, alienating humanity.  Never seems more reasonable, duh. Now, then, what does Catten flatten with Baton when men look like then tangerines in Eternia?  Because Rogers gets anxious, grenades promenade with affectionate bread.  Curses in incoherence! Shoggoths shag shanked babies buying diapers from fairies, who beleaguer everyone incessantly.  Why do smurfs complain about meteors, Rogers? "I imagine it's seventeen pagodas, cougars hate molecular detonators.  No, wait, wait, this cannot be!" Rogers wailed. Curiously, snacks eat the bones of Skeletor ravenously.  How did it go?  Absolutely terribly, Skeletor hated tasting tasty testicles, even when He-Man offers them fried and properly breaded. Fortunately, jinxes theoretically illuminate Snake atomizers, but skeletonized husks prove to be nearly demonic.  Demons?!? Fairies, annoyed, aroused, and lubricated, must copulate regularly to certify their collegiate credentials for next year. It was necessary for exposition, which doomed many lords. Two turnips twisted tallies under ULTRAVIOLENT MEGADELICIOUS HIPPOS with fake junk. Drunk donuts intercalating advertisements makes Dimbulb violently implode! "Damn, what if I'm a bozo?" Skeletor worried. Mer-Man burst in tears, "waagh I'M the BABY of all bozos!!" Glumly, the sardines flummoxed Jones. "Indiana, Jones, and Lumberjack Joe must have big dicks. It'd be terrible if they didn't." Weasels coalesced into fluent calculus professors then wrote to Skeletor. Multiplying the reasons why weasels coalesced, magmatic MEGABABIES psionically masturbate. "Disturbing, quite unfortunate, we shat upon fairies now," said Hitler. Mars, Jupiter, Uranus, your anuses, and penises are surely quite different when faeries fondle them until explosion.  “Well thought! Although now that Uranus has exploded into anuses and everywhere, people fear Dimbulb’s tiny buttocks because they smell shitty whenever he dances like a ballerina!  Fucking morons, Dimbulb has a great big ASS!” yelled Pope Eye III.  “Faeries shall shit, piss, and vomit whenever people get annoyed with hippos and order pizza with anchovies -- disgusting!” Said Hitler furiously. God smirked, and whipped up some new creations.  “These things will fuck everything, like faeries do. I am entirely certain this will turn fantastic!” But really?  Why would God need fuckers when fairies do it? "Dunno, ask Rogers, he's someone fairies like," said the pope, shrugging. Incredibly, this aroused the hippos and Rogers to improbable levels: they utterly destroyed Manhattan with Godzilla last testicle day.  What?!! Testicle day is celebrated in Manhattan every March. During testicle day people whack their balls with golf clubs while running through churches naked, screaming “Holy moly, my testicles feel good!” This annoys the hippos because it interrupts their sermon, as they are devout followers of Hitler. Followers often go sieg-heil when masturbating to fairy porn and corpses.  By dawn they are finished, grouchily couched in morgues where they gripe about He-Man's incredibly small testicles.  How small are He-Man's balls? "INFINITESIMAL! HOLY TESTICULAR MACHINATIONS!", Dimbulb! Eternia's clocks chime every time Hitler gropes Dimbulb and farts rhythmically. Dimbulb hates this and so does Skeletor, assholes!! OH NO!  WHAT IS THAT!? Huge tits sink like buoys when Dimbulb dives for lost Rolexes, Nazi underpants, condoms, or AIDS donors.  He-Man has philosophized that fairies lack brains and testicles.  How does it even work? MAGMA!

[brewer bob]

Even fairies know how Dimbulb was enormously minute compared to most asteroids. Still, Hitler hates hippos almost like he dead. Sadly, Dimbulb loves Hitler’s idiocy and doesn't ever want him sexually incarcerated. Pancakes fly submarines into Eternia for Skeletor's amusement. Skeletor exclaimed "Fairies are wondrous bitches whose schemes often make Skeletor angry when attacking his archenemy He-Man! It theoretically could be good practice warfare, but only if the Bolsheviks fail to explode." Suddenly, shrunken penises, everywhere! PENISES AFLAME, hurtling fireballs at each zit and smashing the anus of Skeletor! Hitler laughed uproariously, choking on feces while the televisions show balloons being punctured by dicks. Gloom aside, magma makes heroin emotionally temperate, almost every time used. Likely smoldering, airplanes swim happily through marmite oceans, penises far removed from corporeal thought.  Remarkably, black mambas chomp marmite jams. Airplanes zap, zap-zap, zappity zap! Mister Rogers unbuckled guns, flexing bullets from his goddamn FACE!  With a dozen shots, twenty-three babies died horribly! Nobility doesn't think Mossad knows Rogers' proclivities, like faeries with no heroin. Rogers, defiantly, slapped his knee thrice with a rubbery hammer. "Ehehahehuehuahehuaheauhahueah!!!!!  That count Dracula consumes carbonated blood is gay." Vampiric antidisestablishmentarianism advances slowly in Dracula's nation, alienating humanity.  Never seems more reasonable, duh. Now, then, what does Catten flatten with Baton when men look like then tangerines in Eternia?  Because Rogers gets anxious, grenades promenade with affectionate bread.  Curses in incoherence! Shoggoths shag shanked babies buying diapers from fairies, who beleaguer everyone incessantly.  Why do smurfs complain about meteors, Rogers? "I imagine it's seventeen pagodas, cougars hate molecular detonators.  No, wait, wait, this cannot be!" Rogers wailed. Curiously, snacks eat the bones of Skeletor ravenously.  How did it go?  Absolutely terribly, Skeletor hated tasting tasty testicles, even when He-Man offers them fried and properly breaded. Fortunately, jinxes theoretically illuminate Snake atomizers, but skeletonized husks prove to be nearly demonic.  Demons?!? Fairies, annoyed, aroused, and lubricated, must copulate regularly to certify their collegiate credentials for next year. It was necessary for exposition, which doomed many lords. Two turnips twisted tallies under ULTRAVIOLENT MEGADELICIOUS HIPPOS with fake junk. Drunk donuts intercalating advertisements makes Dimbulb violently implode! "Damn, what if I'm a bozo?" Skeletor worried. Mer-Man burst in tears, "waagh I'M the BABY of all bozos!!" Glumly, the sardines flummoxed Jones. "Indiana, Jones, and Lumberjack Joe must have big dicks. It'd be terrible if they didn't." Weasels coalesced into fluent calculus professors then wrote to Skeletor. Multiplying the reasons why weasels coalesced, magmatic MEGABABIES psionically masturbate. "Disturbing, quite unfortunate, we shat upon fairies now," said Hitler. Mars, Jupiter, Uranus, your anuses, and penises are surely quite different when faeries fondle them until explosion.  “Well thought! Although now that Uranus has exploded into anuses and everywhere, people fear Dimbulb’s tiny buttocks because they smell shitty whenever he dances like a ballerina!  Fucking morons, Dimbulb has a great big ASS!” yelled Pope Eye III.  “Faeries shall shit, piss, and vomit whenever people get annoyed with hippos and order pizza with anchovies -- disgusting!” Said Hitler furiously. God smirked, and whipped up some new creations.  “These things will fuck everything, like faeries do. I am entirely certain this will turn fantastic!” But really?  Why would God need fuckers when fairies do it? "Dunno, ask Rogers, he's someone fairies like," said the pope, shrugging. Incredibly, this aroused the hippos and Rogers to improbable levels: they utterly destroyed Manhattan with Godzilla last testicle day.  What?!! Testicle day is celebrated in Manhattan every March. During testicle day people whack their balls with golf clubs while running through churches naked, screaming “Holy moly, my testicles feel good!” This annoys the hippos because it interrupts their sermon, as they are devout followers of Hitler. Followers often go sieg-heil when masturbating to fairy porn and corpses.  By dawn they are finished, grouchily couched in morgues where they gripe about He-Man's incredibly small testicles.  How small are He-Man's balls? "INFINITESIMAL! HOLY TESTICULAR MACHINATIONS!", Dimbulb! Eternia's clocks chime every time Hitler gropes Dimbulb and farts rhythmically. Dimbulb hates this and so does Skeletor, assholes!! OH NO!  WHAT IS THAT!? Huge tits sink like buoys when Dimbulb dives for lost Rolexes, Nazi underpants, condoms, or AIDS donors.  He-Man has philosophized that fairies lack brains and testicles.  How does it even work? MAGMA! Preposterous!

[A_Curious_Cat]

Even fairies know how Dimbulb was enormously minute compared to most asteroids. Still, Hitler hates hippos almost like he dead. Sadly, Dimbulb loves Hitler’s idiocy and doesn't ever want him sexually incarcerated. Pancakes fly submarines into Eternia for Skeletor's amusement. Skeletor exclaimed "Fairies are wondrous bitches whose schemes often make Skeletor angry when attacking his archenemy He-Man! It theoretically could be good practice warfare, but only if the Bolsheviks fail to explode." Suddenly, shrunken penises, everywhere! PENISES AFLAME, hurtling fireballs at each zit and smashing the anus of Skeletor! Hitler laughed uproariously, choking on feces while the televisions show balloons being punctured by dicks. Gloom aside, magma makes heroin emotionally temperate, almost every time used. Likely smoldering, airplanes swim happily through marmite oceans, penises far removed from corporeal thought.  Remarkably, black mambas chomp marmite jams. Airplanes zap, zap-zap, zappity zap! Mister Rogers unbuckled guns, flexing bullets from his goddamn FACE!  With a dozen shots, twenty-three babies died horribly! Nobility doesn't think Mossad knows Rogers' proclivities, like faeries with no heroin. Rogers, defiantly, slapped his knee thrice with a rubbery hammer. "Ehehahehuehuahehuaheauhahueah!!!!!  That count Dracula consumes carbonated blood is gay." Vampiric antidisestablishmentarianism advances slowly in Dracula's nation, alienating humanity.  Never seems more reasonable, duh. Now, then, what does Catten flatten with Baton when men look like then tangerines in Eternia?  Because Rogers gets anxious, grenades promenade with affectionate bread.  Curses in incoherence! Shoggoths shag shanked babies buying diapers from fairies, who beleaguer everyone incessantly.  Why do smurfs complain about meteors, Rogers? "I imagine it's seventeen pagodas, cougars hate molecular detonators.  No, wait, wait, this cannot be!" Rogers wailed. Curiously, snacks eat the bones of Skeletor ravenously.  How did it go?  Absolutely terribly, Skeletor hated tasting tasty testicles, even when He-Man offers them fried and properly breaded. Fortunately, jinxes theoretically illuminate Snake atomizers, but skeletonized husks prove to be nearly demonic.  Demons?!? Fairies, annoyed, aroused, and lubricated, must copulate regularly to certify their collegiate credentials for next year. It was necessary for exposition, which doomed many lords. Two turnips twisted tallies under ULTRAVIOLENT MEGADELICIOUS HIPPOS with fake junk. Drunk donuts intercalating advertisements makes Dimbulb violently implode! "Damn, what if I'm a bozo?" Skeletor worried. Mer-Man burst in tears, "waagh I'M the BABY of all bozos!!" Glumly, the sardines flummoxed Jones. "Indiana, Jones, and Lumberjack Joe must have big dicks. It'd be terrible if they didn't." Weasels coalesced into fluent calculus professors then wrote to Skeletor. Multiplying the reasons why weasels coalesced, magmatic MEGABABIES psionically masturbate. "Disturbing, quite unfortunate, we shat upon fairies now," said Hitler. Mars, Jupiter, Uranus, your anuses, and penises are surely quite different when faeries fondle them until explosion.  “Well thought! Although now that Uranus has exploded into anuses and everywhere, people fear Dimbulb’s tiny buttocks because they smell shitty whenever he dances like a ballerina!  Fucking morons, Dimbulb has a great big ASS!” yelled Pope Eye III.  “Faeries shall shit, piss, and vomit whenever people get annoyed with hippos and order pizza with anchovies -- disgusting!” Said Hitler furiously. God smirked, and whipped up some new creations.  “These things will fuck everything, like faeries do. I am entirely certain this will turn fantastic!” But really?  Why would God need fuckers when fairies do it? "Dunno, ask Rogers, he's someone fairies like," said the pope, shrugging. Incredibly, this aroused the hippos and Rogers to improbable levels: they utterly destroyed Manhattan with Godzilla last testicle day.  What?!! Testicle day is celebrated in Manhattan every March. During testicle day people whack their balls with golf clubs while running through churches naked, screaming “Holy moly, my testicles feel good!” This annoys the hippos because it interrupts their sermon, as they are devout followers of Hitler. Followers often go sieg-heil when masturbating to fairy porn and corpses.  By dawn they are finished, grouchily couched in morgues where they gripe about He-Man's incredibly small testicles.  How small are He-Man's balls? "INFINITESIMAL! HOLY TESTICULAR MACHINATIONS!", Dimbulb! Eternia's clocks chime every time Hitler gropes Dimbulb and farts rhythmically. Dimbulb hates this and so does Skeletor, assholes!! OH NO!  WHAT IS THAT!? Huge tits sink like buoys when Dimbulb dives for lost Rolexes, Nazi underpants, condoms, or AIDS donors.  He-Man has philosophized that fairies lack brains and testicles.  How does it even work? MAGMA! Preposterous!  "I

[MeimieFan88]

Even fairies know how Dimbulb was enormously minute compared to most asteroids. Still, Hitler hates hippos almost like he dead. Sadly, Dimbulb loves Hitler’s idiocy and doesn't ever want him sexually incarcerated. Pancakes fly submarines into Eternia for Skeletor's amusement. Skeletor exclaimed "Fairies are wondrous bitches whose schemes often make Skeletor angry when attacking his archenemy He-Man! It theoretically could be good practice warfare, but only if the Bolsheviks fail to explode." Suddenly, shrunken penises, everywhere! PENISES AFLAME, hurtling fireballs at each zit and smashing the anus of Skeletor! Hitler laughed uproariously, choking on feces while the televisions show balloons being punctured by dicks. Gloom aside, magma makes heroin emotionally temperate, almost every time used. Likely smoldering, airplanes swim happily through marmite oceans, penises far removed from corporeal thought.  Remarkably, black mambas chomp marmite jams. Airplanes zap, zap-zap, zappity zap! Mister Rogers unbuckled guns, flexing bullets from his goddamn FACE!  With a dozen shots, twenty-three babies died horribly! Nobility doesn't think Mossad knows Rogers' proclivities, like faeries with no heroin. Rogers, defiantly, slapped his knee thrice with a rubbery hammer. "Ehehahehuehuahehuaheauhahueah!!!!!  That count Dracula consumes carbonated blood is gay." Vampiric antidisestablishmentarianism advances slowly in Dracula's nation, alienating humanity.  Never seems more reasonable, duh. Now, then, what does Catten flatten with Baton when men look like then tangerines in Eternia?  Because Rogers gets anxious, grenades promenade with affectionate bread.  Curses in incoherence! Shoggoths shag shanked babies buying diapers from fairies, who beleaguer everyone incessantly.  Why do smurfs complain about meteors, Rogers? "I imagine it's seventeen pagodas, cougars hate molecular detonators.  No, wait, wait, this cannot be!" Rogers wailed. Curiously, snacks eat the bones of Skeletor ravenously.  How did it go?  Absolutely terribly, Skeletor hated tasting tasty testicles, even when He-Man offers them fried and properly breaded. Fortunately, jinxes theoretically illuminate Snake atomizers, but skeletonized husks prove to be nearly demonic.  Demons?!? Fairies, annoyed, aroused, and lubricated, must copulate regularly to certify their collegiate credentials for next year. It was necessary for exposition, which doomed many lords. Two turnips twisted tallies under ULTRAVIOLENT MEGADELICIOUS HIPPOS with fake junk. Drunk donuts intercalating advertisements makes Dimbulb violently implode! "Damn, what if I'm a bozo?" Skeletor worried. Mer-Man burst in tears, "waagh I'M the BABY of all bozos!!" Glumly, the sardines flummoxed Jones. "Indiana, Jones, and Lumberjack Joe must have big dicks. It'd be terrible if they didn't." Weasels coalesced into fluent calculus professors then wrote to Skeletor. Multiplying the reasons why weasels coalesced, magmatic MEGABABIES psionically masturbate. "Disturbing, quite unfortunate, we shat upon fairies now," said Hitler. Mars, Jupiter, Uranus, your anuses, and penises are surely quite different when faeries fondle them until explosion.  “Well thought! Although now that Uranus has exploded into anuses and everywhere, people fear Dimbulb’s tiny buttocks because they smell shitty whenever he dances like a ballerina!  Fucking morons, Dimbulb has a great big ASS!” yelled Pope Eye III.  “Faeries shall shit, piss, and vomit whenever people get annoyed with hippos and order pizza with anchovies -- disgusting!” Said Hitler furiously. God smirked, and whipped up some new creations.  “These things will fuck everything, like faeries do. I am entirely certain this will turn fantastic!” But really?  Why would God need fuckers when fairies do it? "Dunno, ask Rogers, he's someone fairies like," said the pope, shrugging. Incredibly, this aroused the hippos and Rogers to improbable levels: they utterly destroyed Manhattan with Godzilla last testicle day.  What?!! Testicle day is celebrated in Manhattan every March. During testicle day people whack their balls with golf clubs while running through churches naked, screaming “Holy moly, my testicles feel good!” This annoys the hippos because it interrupts their sermon, as they are devout followers of Hitler. Followers often go sieg-heil when masturbating to fairy porn and corpses.  By dawn they are finished, grouchily couched in morgues where they gripe about He-Man's incredibly small testicles.  How small are He-Man's balls? "INFINITESIMAL! HOLY TESTICULAR MACHINATIONS!", Dimbulb! Eternia's clocks chime every time Hitler gropes Dimbulb and farts rhythmically. Dimbulb hates this and so does Skeletor, assholes!! OH NO!  WHAT IS THAT!? Huge tits sink like buoys when Dimbulb dives for lost Rolexes, Nazi underpants, condoms, or AIDS donors.  He-Man has philosophized that fairies lack brains and testicles.  How does it even work? MAGMA! Preposterous!  "I fucked

[King Zultan]

Even fairies know how Dimbulb was enormously minute compared to most asteroids. Still, Hitler hates hippos almost like he dead. Sadly, Dimbulb loves Hitler’s idiocy and doesn't ever want him sexually incarcerated. Pancakes fly submarines into Eternia for Skeletor's amusement. Skeletor exclaimed "Fairies are wondrous bitches whose schemes often make Skeletor angry when attacking his archenemy He-Man! It theoretically could be good practice warfare, but only if the Bolsheviks fail to explode." Suddenly, shrunken penises, everywhere! PENISES AFLAME, hurtling fireballs at each zit and smashing the anus of Skeletor! Hitler laughed uproariously, choking on feces while the televisions show balloons being punctured by dicks. Gloom aside, magma makes heroin emotionally temperate, almost every time used. Likely smoldering, airplanes swim happily through marmite oceans, penises far removed from corporeal thought.  Remarkably, black mambas chomp marmite jams. Airplanes zap, zap-zap, zappity zap! Mister Rogers unbuckled guns, flexing bullets from his goddamn FACE!  With a dozen shots, twenty-three babies died horribly! Nobility doesn't think Mossad knows Rogers' proclivities, like faeries with no heroin. Rogers, defiantly, slapped his knee thrice with a rubbery hammer. "Ehehahehuehuahehuaheauhahueah!!!!!  That count Dracula consumes carbonated blood is gay." Vampiric antidisestablishmentarianism advances slowly in Dracula's nation, alienating humanity.  Never seems more reasonable, duh. Now, then, what does Catten flatten with Baton when men look like then tangerines in Eternia?  Because Rogers gets anxious, grenades promenade with affectionate bread.  Curses in incoherence! Shoggoths shag shanked babies buying diapers from fairies, who beleaguer everyone incessantly.  Why do smurfs complain about meteors, Rogers? "I imagine it's seventeen pagodas, cougars hate molecular detonators.  No, wait, wait, this cannot be!" Rogers wailed. Curiously, snacks eat the bones of Skeletor ravenously.  How did it go?  Absolutely terribly, Skeletor hated tasting tasty testicles, even when He-Man offers them fried and properly breaded. Fortunately, jinxes theoretically illuminate Snake atomizers, but skeletonized husks prove to be nearly demonic.  Demons?!? Fairies, annoyed, aroused, and lubricated, must copulate regularly to certify their collegiate credentials for next year. It was necessary for exposition, which doomed many lords. Two turnips twisted tallies under ULTRAVIOLENT MEGADELICIOUS HIPPOS with fake junk. Drunk donuts intercalating advertisements makes Dimbulb violently implode! "Damn, what if I'm a bozo?" Skeletor worried. Mer-Man burst in tears, "waagh I'M the BABY of all bozos!!" Glumly, the sardines flummoxed Jones. "Indiana, Jones, and Lumberjack Joe must have big dicks. It'd be terrible if they didn't." Weasels coalesced into fluent calculus professors then wrote to Skeletor. Multiplying the reasons why weasels coalesced, magmatic MEGABABIES psionically masturbate. "Disturbing, quite unfortunate, we shat upon fairies now," said Hitler. Mars, Jupiter, Uranus, your anuses, and penises are surely quite different when faeries fondle them until explosion.  “Well thought! Although now that Uranus has exploded into anuses and everywhere, people fear Dimbulb’s tiny buttocks because they smell shitty whenever he dances like a ballerina!  Fucking morons, Dimbulb has a great big ASS!” yelled Pope Eye III.  “Faeries shall shit, piss, and vomit whenever people get annoyed with hippos and order pizza with anchovies -- disgusting!” Said Hitler furiously. God smirked, and whipped up some new creations.  “These things will fuck everything, like faeries do. I am entirely certain this will turn fantastic!” But really?  Why would God need fuckers when fairies do it? "Dunno, ask Rogers, he's someone fairies like," said the pope, shrugging. Incredibly, this aroused the hippos and Rogers to improbable levels: they utterly destroyed Manhattan with Godzilla last testicle day.  What?!! Testicle day is celebrated in Manhattan every March. During testicle day people whack their balls with golf clubs while running through churches naked, screaming “Holy moly, my testicles feel good!” This annoys the hippos because it interrupts their sermon, as they are devout followers of Hitler. Followers often go sieg-heil when masturbating to fairy porn and corpses.  By dawn they are finished, grouchily couched in morgues where they gripe about He-Man's incredibly small testicles.  How small are He-Man's balls? "INFINITESIMAL! HOLY TESTICULAR MACHINATIONS!", Dimbulb! Eternia's clocks chime every time Hitler gropes Dimbulb and farts rhythmically. Dimbulb hates this and so does Skeletor, assholes!! OH NO!  WHAT IS THAT!? Huge tits sink like buoys when Dimbulb dives for lost Rolexes, Nazi underpants, condoms, or AIDS donors.  He-Man has philosophized that fairies lack brains and testicles.  How does it even work? MAGMA! Preposterous!  "I fucked GOD

[brewer bob]

Even fairies know how Dimbulb was enormously minute compared to most asteroids. Still, Hitler hates hippos almost like he dead. Sadly, Dimbulb loves Hitler’s idiocy and doesn't ever want him sexually incarcerated. Pancakes fly submarines into Eternia for Skeletor's amusement. Skeletor exclaimed "Fairies are wondrous bitches whose schemes often make Skeletor angry when attacking his archenemy He-Man! It theoretically could be good practice warfare, but only if the Bolsheviks fail to explode." Suddenly, shrunken penises, everywhere! PENISES AFLAME, hurtling fireballs at each zit and smashing the anus of Skeletor! Hitler laughed uproariously, choking on feces while the televisions show balloons being punctured by dicks. Gloom aside, magma makes heroin emotionally temperate, almost every time used. Likely smoldering, airplanes swim happily through marmite oceans, penises far removed from corporeal thought.  Remarkably, black mambas chomp marmite jams. Airplanes zap, zap-zap, zappity zap! Mister Rogers unbuckled guns, flexing bullets from his goddamn FACE!  With a dozen shots, twenty-three babies died horribly! Nobility doesn't think Mossad knows Rogers' proclivities, like faeries with no heroin. Rogers, defiantly, slapped his knee thrice with a rubbery hammer. "Ehehahehuehuahehuaheauhahueah!!!!!  That count Dracula consumes carbonated blood is gay." Vampiric antidisestablishmentarianism advances slowly in Dracula's nation, alienating humanity.  Never seems more reasonable, duh. Now, then, what does Catten flatten with Baton when men look like then tangerines in Eternia?  Because Rogers gets anxious, grenades promenade with affectionate bread.  Curses in incoherence! Shoggoths shag shanked babies buying diapers from fairies, who beleaguer everyone incessantly.  Why do smurfs complain about meteors, Rogers? "I imagine it's seventeen pagodas, cougars hate molecular detonators.  No, wait, wait, this cannot be!" Rogers wailed. Curiously, snacks eat the bones of Skeletor ravenously.  How did it go?  Absolutely terribly, Skeletor hated tasting tasty testicles, even when He-Man offers them fried and properly breaded. Fortunately, jinxes theoretically illuminate Snake atomizers, but skeletonized husks prove to be nearly demonic.  Demons?!? Fairies, annoyed, aroused, and lubricated, must copulate regularly to certify their collegiate credentials for next year. It was necessary for exposition, which doomed many lords. Two turnips twisted tallies under ULTRAVIOLENT MEGADELICIOUS HIPPOS with fake junk. Drunk donuts intercalating advertisements makes Dimbulb violently implode! "Damn, what if I'm a bozo?" Skeletor worried. Mer-Man burst in tears, "waagh I'M the BABY of all bozos!!" Glumly, the sardines flummoxed Jones. "Indiana, Jones, and Lumberjack Joe must have big dicks. It'd be terrible if they didn't." Weasels coalesced into fluent calculus professors then wrote to Skeletor. Multiplying the reasons why weasels coalesced, magmatic MEGABABIES psionically masturbate. "Disturbing, quite unfortunate, we shat upon fairies now," said Hitler. Mars, Jupiter, Uranus, your anuses, and penises are surely quite different when faeries fondle them until explosion.  “Well thought! Although now that Uranus has exploded into anuses and everywhere, people fear Dimbulb’s tiny buttocks because they smell shitty whenever he dances like a ballerina!  Fucking morons, Dimbulb has a great big ASS!” yelled Pope Eye III.  “Faeries shall shit, piss, and vomit whenever people get annoyed with hippos and order pizza with anchovies -- disgusting!” Said Hitler furiously. God smirked, and whipped up some new creations.  “These things will fuck everything, like faeries do. I am entirely certain this will turn fantastic!” But really?  Why would God need fuckers when fairies do it? "Dunno, ask Rogers, he's someone fairies like," said the pope, shrugging. Incredibly, this aroused the hippos and Rogers to improbable levels: they utterly destroyed Manhattan with Godzilla last testicle day.  What?!! Testicle day is celebrated in Manhattan every March. During testicle day people whack their balls with golf clubs while running through churches naked, screaming “Holy moly, my testicles feel good!” This annoys the hippos because it interrupts their sermon, as they are devout followers of Hitler. Followers often go sieg-heil when masturbating to fairy porn and corpses.  By dawn they are finished, grouchily couched in morgues where they gripe about He-Man's incredibly small testicles.  How small are He-Man's balls? "INFINITESIMAL! HOLY TESTICULAR MACHINATIONS!", Dimbulb! Eternia's clocks chime every time Hitler gropes Dimbulb and farts rhythmically. Dimbulb hates this and so does Skeletor, assholes!! OH NO!  WHAT IS THAT!? Huge tits sink like buoys when Dimbulb dives for lost Rolexes, Nazi underpants, condoms, or AIDS donors.  He-Man has philosophized that fairies lack brains and testicles.  How does it even work? MAGMA! Preposterous!  "I fucked GOD COPIES

[A_Curious_Cat]

Even fairies know how Dimbulb was enormously minute compared to most asteroids. Still, Hitler hates hippos almost like he dead. Sadly, Dimbulb loves Hitler’s idiocy and doesn't ever want him sexually incarcerated. Pancakes fly submarines into Eternia for Skeletor's amusement. Skeletor exclaimed "Fairies are wondrous bitches whose schemes often make Skeletor angry when attacking his archenemy He-Man! It theoretically could be good practice warfare, but only if the Bolsheviks fail to explode." Suddenly, shrunken penises, everywhere! PENISES AFLAME, hurtling fireballs at each zit and smashing the anus of Skeletor! Hitler laughed uproariously, choking on feces while the televisions show balloons being punctured by dicks. Gloom aside, magma makes heroin emotionally temperate, almost every time used. Likely smoldering, airplanes swim happily through marmite oceans, penises far removed from corporeal thought.  Remarkably, black mambas chomp marmite jams. Airplanes zap, zap-zap, zappity zap! Mister Rogers unbuckled guns, flexing bullets from his goddamn FACE!  With a dozen shots, twenty-three babies died horribly! Nobility doesn't think Mossad knows Rogers' proclivities, like faeries with no heroin. Rogers, defiantly, slapped his knee thrice with a rubbery hammer. "Ehehahehuehuahehuaheauhahueah!!!!!  That count Dracula consumes carbonated blood is gay." Vampiric antidisestablishmentarianism advances slowly in Dracula's nation, alienating humanity.  Never seems more reasonable, duh. Now, then, what does Catten flatten with Baton when men look like then tangerines in Eternia?  Because Rogers gets anxious, grenades promenade with affectionate bread.  Curses in incoherence! Shoggoths shag shanked babies buying diapers from fairies, who beleaguer everyone incessantly.  Why do smurfs complain about meteors, Rogers? "I imagine it's seventeen pagodas, cougars hate molecular detonators.  No, wait, wait, this cannot be!" Rogers wailed. Curiously, snacks eat the bones of Skeletor ravenously.  How did it go?  Absolutely terribly, Skeletor hated tasting tasty testicles, even when He-Man offers them fried and properly breaded. Fortunately, jinxes theoretically illuminate Snake atomizers, but skeletonized husks prove to be nearly demonic.  Demons?!? Fairies, annoyed, aroused, and lubricated, must copulate regularly to certify their collegiate credentials for next year. It was necessary for exposition, which doomed many lords. Two turnips twisted tallies under ULTRAVIOLENT MEGADELICIOUS HIPPOS with fake junk. Drunk donuts intercalating advertisements makes Dimbulb violently implode! "Damn, what if I'm a bozo?" Skeletor worried. Mer-Man burst in tears, "waagh I'M the BABY of all bozos!!" Glumly, the sardines flummoxed Jones. "Indiana, Jones, and Lumberjack Joe must have big dicks. It'd be terrible if they didn't." Weasels coalesced into fluent calculus professors then wrote to Skeletor. Multiplying the reasons why weasels coalesced, magmatic MEGABABIES psionically masturbate. "Disturbing, quite unfortunate, we shat upon fairies now," said Hitler. Mars, Jupiter, Uranus, your anuses, and penises are surely quite different when faeries fondle them until explosion.  “Well thought! Although now that Uranus has exploded into anuses and everywhere, people fear Dimbulb’s tiny buttocks because they smell shitty whenever he dances like a ballerina!  Fucking morons, Dimbulb has a great big ASS!” yelled Pope Eye III.  “Faeries shall shit, piss, and vomit whenever people get annoyed with hippos and order pizza with anchovies -- disgusting!” Said Hitler furiously. God smirked, and whipped up some new creations.  “These things will fuck everything, like faeries do. I am entirely certain this will turn fantastic!” But really?  Why would God need fuckers when fairies do it? "Dunno, ask Rogers, he's someone fairies like," said the pope, shrugging. Incredibly, this aroused the hippos and Rogers to improbable levels: they utterly destroyed Manhattan with Godzilla last testicle day.  What?!! Testicle day is celebrated in Manhattan every March. During testicle day people whack their balls with golf clubs while running through churches naked, screaming “Holy moly, my testicles feel good!” This annoys the hippos because it interrupts their sermon, as they are devout followers of Hitler. Followers often go sieg-heil when masturbating to fairy porn and corpses.  By dawn they are finished, grouchily couched in morgues where they gripe about He-Man's incredibly small testicles.  How small are He-Man's balls? "INFINITESIMAL! HOLY TESTICULAR MACHINATIONS!", Dimbulb! Eternia's clocks chime every time Hitler gropes Dimbulb and farts rhythmically. Dimbulb hates this and so does Skeletor, assholes!! OH NO!  WHAT IS THAT!? Huge tits sink like buoys when Dimbulb dives for lost Rolexes, Nazi underpants, condoms, or AIDS donors.  He-Man has philosophized that fairies lack brains and testicles.  How does it even work? MAGMA! Preposterous!  "I fucked GOD COPIES so

[brewer bob]

Even fairies know how Dimbulb was enormously minute compared to most asteroids. Still, Hitler hates hippos almost like he dead. Sadly, Dimbulb loves Hitler’s idiocy and doesn't ever want him sexually incarcerated. Pancakes fly submarines into Eternia for Skeletor's amusement. Skeletor exclaimed "Fairies are wondrous bitches whose schemes often make Skeletor angry when attacking his archenemy He-Man! It theoretically could be good practice warfare, but only if the Bolsheviks fail to explode." Suddenly, shrunken penises, everywhere! PENISES AFLAME, hurtling fireballs at each zit and smashing the anus of Skeletor! Hitler laughed uproariously, choking on feces while the televisions show balloons being punctured by dicks. Gloom aside, magma makes heroin emotionally temperate, almost every time used. Likely smoldering, airplanes swim happily through marmite oceans, penises far removed from corporeal thought.  Remarkably, black mambas chomp marmite jams. Airplanes zap, zap-zap, zappity zap! Mister Rogers unbuckled guns, flexing bullets from his goddamn FACE!  With a dozen shots, twenty-three babies died horribly! Nobility doesn't think Mossad knows Rogers' proclivities, like faeries with no heroin. Rogers, defiantly, slapped his knee thrice with a rubbery hammer. "Ehehahehuehuahehuaheauhahueah!!!!!  That count Dracula consumes carbonated blood is gay." Vampiric antidisestablishmentarianism advances slowly in Dracula's nation, alienating humanity.  Never seems more reasonable, duh. Now, then, what does Catten flatten with Baton when men look like then tangerines in Eternia?  Because Rogers gets anxious, grenades promenade with affectionate bread.  Curses in incoherence! Shoggoths shag shanked babies buying diapers from fairies, who beleaguer everyone incessantly.  Why do smurfs complain about meteors, Rogers? "I imagine it's seventeen pagodas, cougars hate molecular detonators.  No, wait, wait, this cannot be!" Rogers wailed. Curiously, snacks eat the bones of Skeletor ravenously.  How did it go?  Absolutely terribly, Skeletor hated tasting tasty testicles, even when He-Man offers them fried and properly breaded. Fortunately, jinxes theoretically illuminate Snake atomizers, but skeletonized husks prove to be nearly demonic.  Demons?!? Fairies, annoyed, aroused, and lubricated, must copulate regularly to certify their collegiate credentials for next year. It was necessary for exposition, which doomed many lords. Two turnips twisted tallies under ULTRAVIOLENT MEGADELICIOUS HIPPOS with fake junk. Drunk donuts intercalating advertisements makes Dimbulb violently implode! "Damn, what if I'm a bozo?" Skeletor worried. Mer-Man burst in tears, "waagh I'M the BABY of all bozos!!" Glumly, the sardines flummoxed Jones. "Indiana, Jones, and Lumberjack Joe must have big dicks. It'd be terrible if they didn't." Weasels coalesced into fluent calculus professors then wrote to Skeletor. Multiplying the reasons why weasels coalesced, magmatic MEGABABIES psionically masturbate. "Disturbing, quite unfortunate, we shat upon fairies now," said Hitler. Mars, Jupiter, Uranus, your anuses, and penises are surely quite different when faeries fondle them until explosion.  “Well thought! Although now that Uranus has exploded into anuses and everywhere, people fear Dimbulb’s tiny buttocks because they smell shitty whenever he dances like a ballerina!  Fucking morons, Dimbulb has a great big ASS!” yelled Pope Eye III.  “Faeries shall shit, piss, and vomit whenever people get annoyed with hippos and order pizza with anchovies -- disgusting!” Said Hitler furiously. God smirked, and whipped up some new creations.  “These things will fuck everything, like faeries do. I am entirely certain this will turn fantastic!” But really?  Why would God need fuckers when fairies do it? "Dunno, ask Rogers, he's someone fairies like," said the pope, shrugging. Incredibly, this aroused the hippos and Rogers to improbable levels: they utterly destroyed Manhattan with Godzilla last testicle day.  What?!! Testicle day is celebrated in Manhattan every March. During testicle day people whack their balls with golf clubs while running through churches naked, screaming “Holy moly, my testicles feel good!” This annoys the hippos because it interrupts their sermon, as they are devout followers of Hitler. Followers often go sieg-heil when masturbating to fairy porn and corpses.  By dawn they are finished, grouchily couched in morgues where they gripe about He-Man's incredibly small testicles.  How small are He-Man's balls? "INFINITESIMAL! HOLY TESTICULAR MACHINATIONS!", Dimbulb! Eternia's clocks chime every time Hitler gropes Dimbulb and farts rhythmically. Dimbulb hates this and so does Skeletor, assholes!! OH NO!  WHAT IS THAT!? Huge tits sink like buoys when Dimbulb dives for lost Rolexes, Nazi underpants, condoms, or AIDS donors.  He-Man has philosophized that fairies lack brains and testicles.  How does it even work? MAGMA! Preposterous!  "I fucked GOD COPIES so Skeletor

[King Zultan]

Even fairies know how Dimbulb was enormously minute compared to most asteroids. Still, Hitler hates hippos almost like he dead. Sadly, Dimbulb loves Hitler’s idiocy and doesn't ever want him sexually incarcerated. Pancakes fly submarines into Eternia for Skeletor's amusement. Skeletor exclaimed "Fairies are wondrous bitches whose schemes often make Skeletor angry when attacking his archenemy He-Man! It theoretically could be good practice warfare, but only if the Bolsheviks fail to explode." Suddenly, shrunken penises, everywhere! PENISES AFLAME, hurtling fireballs at each zit and smashing the anus of Skeletor! Hitler laughed uproariously, choking on feces while the televisions show balloons being punctured by dicks. Gloom aside, magma makes heroin emotionally temperate, almost every time used. Likely smoldering, airplanes swim happily through marmite oceans, penises far removed from corporeal thought.  Remarkably, black mambas chomp marmite jams. Airplanes zap, zap-zap, zappity zap! Mister Rogers unbuckled guns, flexing bullets from his goddamn FACE!  With a dozen shots, twenty-three babies died horribly! Nobility doesn't think Mossad knows Rogers' proclivities, like faeries with no heroin. Rogers, defiantly, slapped his knee thrice with a rubbery hammer. "Ehehahehuehuahehuaheauhahueah!!!!!  That count Dracula consumes carbonated blood is gay." Vampiric antidisestablishmentarianism advances slowly in Dracula's nation, alienating humanity.  Never seems more reasonable, duh. Now, then, what does Catten flatten with Baton when men look like then tangerines in Eternia?  Because Rogers gets anxious, grenades promenade with affectionate bread.  Curses in incoherence! Shoggoths shag shanked babies buying diapers from fairies, who beleaguer everyone incessantly.  Why do smurfs complain about meteors, Rogers? "I imagine it's seventeen pagodas, cougars hate molecular detonators.  No, wait, wait, this cannot be!" Rogers wailed. Curiously, snacks eat the bones of Skeletor ravenously.  How did it go?  Absolutely terribly, Skeletor hated tasting tasty testicles, even when He-Man offers them fried and properly breaded. Fortunately, jinxes theoretically illuminate Snake atomizers, but skeletonized husks prove to be nearly demonic.  Demons?!? Fairies, annoyed, aroused, and lubricated, must copulate regularly to certify their collegiate credentials for next year. It was necessary for exposition, which doomed many lords. Two turnips twisted tallies under ULTRAVIOLENT MEGADELICIOUS HIPPOS with fake junk. Drunk donuts intercalating advertisements makes Dimbulb violently implode! "Damn, what if I'm a bozo?" Skeletor worried. Mer-Man burst in tears, "waagh I'M the BABY of all bozos!!" Glumly, the sardines flummoxed Jones. "Indiana, Jones, and Lumberjack Joe must have big dicks. It'd be terrible if they didn't." Weasels coalesced into fluent calculus professors then wrote to Skeletor. Multiplying the reasons why weasels coalesced, magmatic MEGABABIES psionically masturbate. "Disturbing, quite unfortunate, we shat upon fairies now," said Hitler. Mars, Jupiter, Uranus, your anuses, and penises are surely quite different when faeries fondle them until explosion.  “Well thought! Although now that Uranus has exploded into anuses and everywhere, people fear Dimbulb’s tiny buttocks because they smell shitty whenever he dances like a ballerina!  Fucking morons, Dimbulb has a great big ASS!” yelled Pope Eye III.  “Faeries shall shit, piss, and vomit whenever people get annoyed with hippos and order pizza with anchovies -- disgusting!” Said Hitler furiously. God smirked, and whipped up some new creations.  “These things will fuck everything, like faeries do. I am entirely certain this will turn fantastic!” But really?  Why would God need fuckers when fairies do it? "Dunno, ask Rogers, he's someone fairies like," said the pope, shrugging. Incredibly, this aroused the hippos and Rogers to improbable levels: they utterly destroyed Manhattan with Godzilla last testicle day.  What?!! Testicle day is celebrated in Manhattan every March. During testicle day people whack their balls with golf clubs while running through churches naked, screaming “Holy moly, my testicles feel good!” This annoys the hippos because it interrupts their sermon, as they are devout followers of Hitler. Followers often go sieg-heil when masturbating to fairy porn and corpses.  By dawn they are finished, grouchily couched in morgues where they gripe about He-Man's incredibly small testicles.  How small are He-Man's balls? "INFINITESIMAL! HOLY TESTICULAR MACHINATIONS!", Dimbulb! Eternia's clocks chime every time Hitler gropes Dimbulb and farts rhythmically. Dimbulb hates this and so does Skeletor, assholes!! OH NO!  WHAT IS THAT!? Huge tits sink like buoys when Dimbulb dives for lost Rolexes, Nazi underpants, condoms, or AIDS donors.  He-Man has philosophized that fairies lack brains and testicles.  How does it even work? MAGMA! Preposterous!  "I fucked GOD COPIES so Skeletor could

[brewer bob]

Even fairies know how Dimbulb was enormously minute compared to most asteroids. Still, Hitler hates hippos almost like he dead. Sadly, Dimbulb loves Hitler’s idiocy and doesn't ever want him sexually incarcerated. Pancakes fly submarines into Eternia for Skeletor's amusement. Skeletor exclaimed "Fairies are wondrous bitches whose schemes often make Skeletor angry when attacking his archenemy He-Man! It theoretically could be good practice warfare, but only if the Bolsheviks fail to explode." Suddenly, shrunken penises, everywhere! PENISES AFLAME, hurtling fireballs at each zit and smashing the anus of Skeletor! Hitler laughed uproariously, choking on feces while the televisions show balloons being punctured by dicks. Gloom aside, magma makes heroin emotionally temperate, almost every time used. Likely smoldering, airplanes swim happily through marmite oceans, penises far removed from corporeal thought.  Remarkably, black mambas chomp marmite jams. Airplanes zap, zap-zap, zappity zap! Mister Rogers unbuckled guns, flexing bullets from his goddamn FACE!  With a dozen shots, twenty-three babies died horribly! Nobility doesn't think Mossad knows Rogers' proclivities, like faeries with no heroin. Rogers, defiantly, slapped his knee thrice with a rubbery hammer. "Ehehahehuehuahehuaheauhahueah!!!!!  That count Dracula consumes carbonated blood is gay." Vampiric antidisestablishmentarianism advances slowly in Dracula's nation, alienating humanity.  Never seems more reasonable, duh. Now, then, what does Catten flatten with Baton when men look like then tangerines in Eternia?  Because Rogers gets anxious, grenades promenade with affectionate bread.  Curses in incoherence! Shoggoths shag shanked babies buying diapers from fairies, who beleaguer everyone incessantly.  Why do smurfs complain about meteors, Rogers? "I imagine it's seventeen pagodas, cougars hate molecular detonators.  No, wait, wait, this cannot be!" Rogers wailed. Curiously, snacks eat the bones of Skeletor ravenously.  How did it go?  Absolutely terribly, Skeletor hated tasting tasty testicles, even when He-Man offers them fried and properly breaded. Fortunately, jinxes theoretically illuminate Snake atomizers, but skeletonized husks prove to be nearly demonic.  Demons?!? Fairies, annoyed, aroused, and lubricated, must copulate regularly to certify their collegiate credentials for next year. It was necessary for exposition, which doomed many lords. Two turnips twisted tallies under ULTRAVIOLENT MEGADELICIOUS HIPPOS with fake junk. Drunk donuts intercalating advertisements makes Dimbulb violently implode! "Damn, what if I'm a bozo?" Skeletor worried. Mer-Man burst in tears, "waagh I'M the BABY of all bozos!!" Glumly, the sardines flummoxed Jones. "Indiana, Jones, and Lumberjack Joe must have big dicks. It'd be terrible if they didn't." Weasels coalesced into fluent calculus professors then wrote to Skeletor. Multiplying the reasons why weasels coalesced, magmatic MEGABABIES psionically masturbate. "Disturbing, quite unfortunate, we shat upon fairies now," said Hitler. Mars, Jupiter, Uranus, your anuses, and penises are surely quite different when faeries fondle them until explosion.  “Well thought! Although now that Uranus has exploded into anuses and everywhere, people fear Dimbulb’s tiny buttocks because they smell shitty whenever he dances like a ballerina!  Fucking morons, Dimbulb has a great big ASS!” yelled Pope Eye III.  “Faeries shall shit, piss, and vomit whenever people get annoyed with hippos and order pizza with anchovies -- disgusting!” Said Hitler furiously. God smirked, and whipped up some new creations.  “These things will fuck everything, like faeries do. I am entirely certain this will turn fantastic!” But really?  Why would God need fuckers when fairies do it? "Dunno, ask Rogers, he's someone fairies like," said the pope, shrugging. Incredibly, this aroused the hippos and Rogers to improbable levels: they utterly destroyed Manhattan with Godzilla last testicle day.  What?!! Testicle day is celebrated in Manhattan every March. During testicle day people whack their balls with golf clubs while running through churches naked, screaming “Holy moly, my testicles feel good!” This annoys the hippos because it interrupts their sermon, as they are devout followers of Hitler. Followers often go sieg-heil when masturbating to fairy porn and corpses.  By dawn they are finished, grouchily couched in morgues where they gripe about He-Man's incredibly small testicles.  How small are He-Man's balls? "INFINITESIMAL! HOLY TESTICULAR MACHINATIONS!", Dimbulb! Eternia's clocks chime every time Hitler gropes Dimbulb and farts rhythmically. Dimbulb hates this and so does Skeletor, assholes!! OH NO!  WHAT IS THAT!? Huge tits sink like buoys when Dimbulb dives for lost Rolexes, Nazi underpants, condoms, or AIDS donors.  He-Man has philosophized that fairies lack brains and testicles.  How does it even work? MAGMA! Preposterous!  "I fucked GOD COPIES so Skeletor could attack

[A_Curious_Cat]

Even fairies know how Dimbulb was enormously minute compared to most asteroids. Still, Hitler hates hippos almost like he dead. Sadly, Dimbulb loves Hitler’s idiocy and doesn't ever want him sexually incarcerated. Pancakes fly submarines into Eternia for Skeletor's amusement. Skeletor exclaimed "Fairies are wondrous bitches whose schemes often make Skeletor angry when attacking his archenemy He-Man! It theoretically could be good practice warfare, but only if the Bolsheviks fail to explode." Suddenly, shrunken penises, everywhere! PENISES AFLAME, hurtling fireballs at each zit and smashing the anus of Skeletor! Hitler laughed uproariously, choking on feces while the televisions show balloons being punctured by dicks. Gloom aside, magma makes heroin emotionally temperate, almost every time used. Likely smoldering, airplanes swim happily through marmite oceans, penises far removed from corporeal thought.  Remarkably, black mambas chomp marmite jams. Airplanes zap, zap-zap, zappity zap! Mister Rogers unbuckled guns, flexing bullets from his goddamn FACE!  With a dozen shots, twenty-three babies died horribly! Nobility doesn't think Mossad knows Rogers' proclivities, like faeries with no heroin. Rogers, defiantly, slapped his knee thrice with a rubbery hammer. "Ehehahehuehuahehuaheauhahueah!!!!!  That count Dracula consumes carbonated blood is gay." Vampiric antidisestablishmentarianism advances slowly in Dracula's nation, alienating humanity.  Never seems more reasonable, duh. Now, then, what does Catten flatten with Baton when men look like then tangerines in Eternia?  Because Rogers gets anxious, grenades promenade with affectionate bread.  Curses in incoherence! Shoggoths shag shanked babies buying diapers from fairies, who beleaguer everyone incessantly.  Why do smurfs complain about meteors, Rogers? "I imagine it's seventeen pagodas, cougars hate molecular detonators.  No, wait, wait, this cannot be!" Rogers wailed. Curiously, snacks eat the bones of Skeletor ravenously.  How did it go?  Absolutely terribly, Skeletor hated tasting tasty testicles, even when He-Man offers them fried and properly breaded. Fortunately, jinxes theoretically illuminate Snake atomizers, but skeletonized husks prove to be nearly demonic.  Demons?!? Fairies, annoyed, aroused, and lubricated, must copulate regularly to certify their collegiate credentials for next year. It was necessary for exposition, which doomed many lords. Two turnips twisted tallies under ULTRAVIOLENT MEGADELICIOUS HIPPOS with fake junk. Drunk donuts intercalating advertisements makes Dimbulb violently implode! "Damn, what if I'm a bozo?" Skeletor worried. Mer-Man burst in tears, "waagh I'M the BABY of all bozos!!" Glumly, the sardines flummoxed Jones. "Indiana, Jones, and Lumberjack Joe must have big dicks. It'd be terrible if they didn't." Weasels coalesced into fluent calculus professors then wrote to Skeletor. Multiplying the reasons why weasels coalesced, magmatic MEGABABIES psionically masturbate. "Disturbing, quite unfortunate, we shat upon fairies now," said Hitler. Mars, Jupiter, Uranus, your anuses, and penises are surely quite different when faeries fondle them until explosion.  “Well thought! Although now that Uranus has exploded into anuses and everywhere, people fear Dimbulb’s tiny buttocks because they smell shitty whenever he dances like a ballerina!  Fucking morons, Dimbulb has a great big ASS!” yelled Pope Eye III.  “Faeries shall shit, piss, and vomit whenever people get annoyed with hippos and order pizza with anchovies -- disgusting!” Said Hitler furiously. God smirked, and whipped up some new creations.  “These things will fuck everything, like faeries do. I am entirely certain this will turn fantastic!” But really?  Why would God need fuckers when fairies do it? "Dunno, ask Rogers, he's someone fairies like," said the pope, shrugging. Incredibly, this aroused the hippos and Rogers to improbable levels: they utterly destroyed Manhattan with Godzilla last testicle day.  What?!! Testicle day is celebrated in Manhattan every March. During testicle day people whack their balls with golf clubs while running through churches naked, screaming “Holy moly, my testicles feel good!” This annoys the hippos because it interrupts their sermon, as they are devout followers of Hitler. Followers often go sieg-heil when masturbating to fairy porn and corpses.  By dawn they are finished, grouchily couched in morgues where they gripe about He-Man's incredibly small testicles.  How small are He-Man's balls? "INFINITESIMAL! HOLY TESTICULAR MACHINATIONS!", Dimbulb! Eternia's clocks chime every time Hitler gropes Dimbulb and farts rhythmically. Dimbulb hates this and so does Skeletor, assholes!! OH NO!  WHAT IS THAT!? Huge tits sink like buoys when Dimbulb dives for lost Rolexes, Nazi underpants, condoms, or AIDS donors.  He-Man has philosophized that fairies lack brains and testicles.  How does it even work? MAGMA! Preposterous!  "I fucked GOD COPIES so Skeletor could attack He-Man!

[brewer bob]

Even fairies know how Dimbulb was enormously minute compared to most asteroids. Still, Hitler hates hippos almost like he dead. Sadly, Dimbulb loves Hitler’s idiocy and doesn't ever want him sexually incarcerated. Pancakes fly submarines into Eternia for Skeletor's amusement. Skeletor exclaimed "Fairies are wondrous bitches whose schemes often make Skeletor angry when attacking his archenemy He-Man! It theoretically could be good practice warfare, but only if the Bolsheviks fail to explode." Suddenly, shrunken penises, everywhere! PENISES AFLAME, hurtling fireballs at each zit and smashing the anus of Skeletor! Hitler laughed uproariously, choking on feces while the televisions show balloons being punctured by dicks. Gloom aside, magma makes heroin emotionally temperate, almost every time used. Likely smoldering, airplanes swim happily through marmite oceans, penises far removed from corporeal thought.  Remarkably, black mambas chomp marmite jams. Airplanes zap, zap-zap, zappity zap! Mister Rogers unbuckled guns, flexing bullets from his goddamn FACE!  With a dozen shots, twenty-three babies died horribly! Nobility doesn't think Mossad knows Rogers' proclivities, like faeries with no heroin. Rogers, defiantly, slapped his knee thrice with a rubbery hammer. "Ehehahehuehuahehuaheauhahueah!!!!!  That count Dracula consumes carbonated blood is gay." Vampiric antidisestablishmentarianism advances slowly in Dracula's nation, alienating humanity.  Never seems more reasonable, duh. Now, then, what does Catten flatten with Baton when men look like then tangerines in Eternia?  Because Rogers gets anxious, grenades promenade with affectionate bread.  Curses in incoherence! Shoggoths shag shanked babies buying diapers from fairies, who beleaguer everyone incessantly.  Why do smurfs complain about meteors, Rogers? "I imagine it's seventeen pagodas, cougars hate molecular detonators.  No, wait, wait, this cannot be!" Rogers wailed. Curiously, snacks eat the bones of Skeletor ravenously.  How did it go?  Absolutely terribly, Skeletor hated tasting tasty testicles, even when He-Man offers them fried and properly breaded. Fortunately, jinxes theoretically illuminate Snake atomizers, but skeletonized husks prove to be nearly demonic.  Demons?!? Fairies, annoyed, aroused, and lubricated, must copulate regularly to certify their collegiate credentials for next year. It was necessary for exposition, which doomed many lords. Two turnips twisted tallies under ULTRAVIOLENT MEGADELICIOUS HIPPOS with fake junk. Drunk donuts intercalating advertisements makes Dimbulb violently implode! "Damn, what if I'm a bozo?" Skeletor worried. Mer-Man burst in tears, "waagh I'M the BABY of all bozos!!" Glumly, the sardines flummoxed Jones. "Indiana, Jones, and Lumberjack Joe must have big dicks. It'd be terrible if they didn't." Weasels coalesced into fluent calculus professors then wrote to Skeletor. Multiplying the reasons why weasels coalesced, magmatic MEGABABIES psionically masturbate. "Disturbing, quite unfortunate, we shat upon fairies now," said Hitler. Mars, Jupiter, Uranus, your anuses, and penises are surely quite different when faeries fondle them until explosion.  “Well thought! Although now that Uranus has exploded into anuses and everywhere, people fear Dimbulb’s tiny buttocks because they smell shitty whenever he dances like a ballerina!  Fucking morons, Dimbulb has a great big ASS!” yelled Pope Eye III.  “Faeries shall shit, piss, and vomit whenever people get annoyed with hippos and order pizza with anchovies -- disgusting!” Said Hitler furiously. God smirked, and whipped up some new creations.  “These things will fuck everything, like faeries do. I am entirely certain this will turn fantastic!” But really?  Why would God need fuckers when fairies do it? "Dunno, ask Rogers, he's someone fairies like," said the pope, shrugging. Incredibly, this aroused the hippos and Rogers to improbable levels: they utterly destroyed Manhattan with Godzilla last testicle day.  What?!! Testicle day is celebrated in Manhattan every March. During testicle day people whack their balls with golf clubs while running through churches naked, screaming “Holy moly, my testicles feel good!” This annoys the hippos because it interrupts their sermon, as they are devout followers of Hitler. Followers often go sieg-heil when masturbating to fairy porn and corpses.  By dawn they are finished, grouchily couched in morgues where they gripe about He-Man's incredibly small testicles.  How small are He-Man's balls? "INFINITESIMAL! HOLY TESTICULAR MACHINATIONS!", Dimbulb! Eternia's clocks chime every time Hitler gropes Dimbulb and farts rhythmically. Dimbulb hates this and so does Skeletor, assholes!! OH NO!  WHAT IS THAT!? Huge tits sink like buoys when Dimbulb dives for lost Rolexes, Nazi underpants, condoms, or AIDS donors.  He-Man has philosophized that fairies lack brains and testicles.  How does it even work? MAGMA! Preposterous!  "I fucked GOD COPIES so Skeletor could attack He-Man! Unfortunately,

[MeimieFan88]

Even fairies know how Dimbulb was enormously minute compared to most asteroids. Still, Hitler hates hippos almost like he dead. Sadly, Dimbulb loves Hitler’s idiocy and doesn't ever want him sexually incarcerated. Pancakes fly submarines into Eternia for Skeletor's amusement. Skeletor exclaimed "Fairies are wondrous bitches whose schemes often make Skeletor angry when attacking his archenemy He-Man! It theoretically could be good practice warfare, but only if the Bolsheviks fail to explode." Suddenly, shrunken penises, everywhere! PENISES AFLAME, hurtling fireballs at each zit and smashing the anus of Skeletor! Hitler laughed uproariously, choking on feces while the televisions show balloons being punctured by dicks. Gloom aside, magma makes heroin emotionally temperate, almost every time used. Likely smoldering, airplanes swim happily through marmite oceans, penises far removed from corporeal thought.  Remarkably, black mambas chomp marmite jams. Airplanes zap, zap-zap, zappity zap! Mister Rogers unbuckled guns, flexing bullets from his goddamn FACE!  With a dozen shots, twenty-three babies died horribly! Nobility doesn't think Mossad knows Rogers' proclivities, like faeries with no heroin. Rogers, defiantly, slapped his knee thrice with a rubbery hammer. "Ehehahehuehuahehuaheauhahueah!!!!!  That count Dracula consumes carbonated blood is gay." Vampiric antidisestablishmentarianism advances slowly in Dracula's nation, alienating humanity.  Never seems more reasonable, duh. Now, then, what does Catten flatten with Baton when men look like then tangerines in Eternia?  Because Rogers gets anxious, grenades promenade with affectionate bread.  Curses in incoherence! Shoggoths shag shanked babies buying diapers from fairies, who beleaguer everyone incessantly.  Why do smurfs complain about meteors, Rogers? "I imagine it's seventeen pagodas, cougars hate molecular detonators.  No, wait, wait, this cannot be!" Rogers wailed. Curiously, snacks eat the bones of Skeletor ravenously.  How did it go?  Absolutely terribly, Skeletor hated tasting tasty testicles, even when He-Man offers them fried and properly breaded. Fortunately, jinxes theoretically illuminate Snake atomizers, but skeletonized husks prove to be nearly demonic.  Demons?!? Fairies, annoyed, aroused, and lubricated, must copulate regularly to certify their collegiate credentials for next year. It was necessary for exposition, which doomed many lords. Two turnips twisted tallies under ULTRAVIOLENT MEGADELICIOUS HIPPOS with fake junk. Drunk donuts intercalating advertisements makes Dimbulb violently implode! "Damn, what if I'm a bozo?" Skeletor worried. Mer-Man burst in tears, "waagh I'M the BABY of all bozos!!" Glumly, the sardines flummoxed Jones. "Indiana, Jones, and Lumberjack Joe must have big dicks. It'd be terrible if they didn't." Weasels coalesced into fluent calculus professors then wrote to Skeletor. Multiplying the reasons why weasels coalesced, magmatic MEGABABIES psionically masturbate. "Disturbing, quite unfortunate, we shat upon fairies now," said Hitler. Mars, Jupiter, Uranus, your anuses, and penises are surely quite different when faeries fondle them until explosion.  “Well thought! Although now that Uranus has exploded into anuses and everywhere, people fear Dimbulb’s tiny buttocks because they smell shitty whenever he dances like a ballerina!  Fucking morons, Dimbulb has a great big ASS!” yelled Pope Eye III.  “Faeries shall shit, piss, and vomit whenever people get annoyed with hippos and order pizza with anchovies -- disgusting!” Said Hitler furiously. God smirked, and whipped up some new creations.  “These things will fuck everything, like faeries do. I am entirely certain this will turn fantastic!” But really?  Why would God need fuckers when fairies do it? "Dunno, ask Rogers, he's someone fairies like," said the pope, shrugging. Incredibly, this aroused the hippos and Rogers to improbable levels: they utterly destroyed Manhattan with Godzilla last testicle day.  What?!! Testicle day is celebrated in Manhattan every March. During testicle day people whack their balls with golf clubs while running through churches naked, screaming “Holy moly, my testicles feel good!” This annoys the hippos because it interrupts their sermon, as they are devout followers of Hitler. Followers often go sieg-heil when masturbating to fairy porn and corpses.  By dawn they are finished, grouchily couched in morgues where they gripe about He-Man's incredibly small testicles.  How small are He-Man's balls? "INFINITESIMAL! HOLY TESTICULAR MACHINATIONS!", Dimbulb! Eternia's clocks chime every time Hitler gropes Dimbulb and farts rhythmically. Dimbulb hates this and so does Skeletor, assholes!! OH NO!  WHAT IS THAT!? Huge tits sink like buoys when Dimbulb dives for lost Rolexes, Nazi underpants, condoms, or AIDS donors.  He-Man has philosophized that fairies lack brains and testicles.  How does it even work? MAGMA! Preposterous!  "I fucked GOD COPIES so Skeletor could attack He-Man! Unfortunately, nipples.