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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

[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

[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

[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

[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

[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

[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

[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

[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

[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

[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

[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

[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

[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

[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