Magical Girls and forum goers, let's keep this movable feast on track, or at least enough to split all atoms in no more than seventy-million seconds, you monsters?
dear Satan,
What kind of fuzzy abomination have I created? It's so redundant it's actually glorious.
Spiderman's life is a life of Jazz, foosball, and web slinging without pants. He lost his gall bladder in an unfortunate foosball incident and spends most of his time slowly escaping bum grabbers. He found himself disrobing the most useless plumber on the dimensional plane after repeatedly incinerating the daughter of the most beautiful, shiniest garbage woman he'd ever laid poodles on, while looking for the bathroom.
I knew that no amount of swag could shave Jesus on this occasion and planned his creation of Pufferfish, which eventually succeeded because he refused to drive anything less than a bathtub with wings grafted onto it.
[Transformation! Strange, attractive French ducks.]
Churchill Paged the Twenty-Four Stooges for some massaged tapioca, spending it on beautiful gorillas and antique meals. Indubitably, he puts his natural reptile britishness to no good use and feels up GreatWyrmGold with great precision. Bonzai is a form of torture for this iridescent lizard.
Someone removed the cocainum From Are You Smarter Than a Forty-Seventh grader so I put it back and ate the topiary triceratops
First things first, "shoot Bullets up your nose".
We seem to be running out of undies to rustle.