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[forsaken1111]

(I am so confused...)

That's because people are acting like asshats. I asked if we were doing a retcon because quinnr didn't post all of the story. Since then you guys have been doing anything you can to sabotage this thread.

[Diablous]

quinnr, why did you only post part of the story?

[quinnr]

Oh...sorry. That was an accident.   

[Tack]

So can we get Back on Track please?

[Huesoo]

The object appears before a bear pig hybrid and is moving south. Obviously waffles are on the hybrid's snout. So the object is malcontentedly meandering into Death's tongue, so Death spits it into the lake of fire and takes hold of a spatula. This audacious, audacious move would flatulently incite the snailmen marauder's anger, bringing Cheddarius into conflict with pulsating vomit of Khorne, the bear pig herder. He sees dead monkeys flying around and singing "Cocks Away!"

Now, lads, when you attack rabid bear pigs, you must kick a sensitive guy in the city "jewels", also known over Germany as 'bratwurst'. Sensitive Tophats request naked truths. When drunk they eat pieces amalgamized with hydrargyrum.

This is madness. Madness? They don't farthingly have no ramblings! However, kleptophiliacs are good targets for advertisers, but maddeningly shine. Impecunious accountants drink preposterous amounts!
 
In many particular Buttcracks puny sandworms, we find fencing accountants typing "Cocks Away!" incoherently; "Koks Asway!" Suddenly, many Finlanders arbitrate accountants' lawsuits, unfortunately every second they account for pie-filled donkeys. Now Dr. Dick Cheney, formerly renounced headhunter of apoplex'd FUCKINGBOATMURDERED, has been researching Accounting for twenty-six nanoseconds and may well account for the loss of a large vehicle known as "Gogandantess". Rapping cutebold drive me insane, and evil. On the topic of maligned giraffes, I must increase flux tachyon wave-particle accountants. Because accountants. Why? To further castrate no-one. In 1944 minutes, there will be no accountants. Gunnerkrigg Court accounts for almost all of Aqizzar's accountants' clothes.

Aqizzar's ...accountants? Glittered Twilight-ily towards Akigagak's oversized undersized arms and armour and was deflected into xdarkcodex's rump, releasing a very poisonous spider, drunkenly tumbling end under taco sauce accountants forever.

O frabjous fönsteret, don't account for nothing in this time and the lamb sauce accountants lie continually. Klaus Promethium Grizwaldo Smith VII esquire slammed into a butler named 'Genteelmanly Geoff', who exploded saucily. He said, "How now, Potatoes Tummyache?! Ramboman stinks!" incoherently.

Burgundy rum infested crabs march while General DeLarge counts his droogs a thousandfold. Accountants vomited accountants, therefore we ARE THE DOOOOOOMED ACCOUNTAAAAAAAAAANTS OF QUETZALCOATL!

However, the common sauces don't account for that fact. While tasty, it raps numerous beats, leading the crowd towards Nirvana. Quails taste delicious. They really like dung with cheese

[LeoLeonardoIII]

Try again Huesoo, you just removed half of one legitimate paragraph and two entire paragraphs.

[Huesoo]

I wont because those were added as a joke I presume by you. Those had (()) over them so it was a clear indicator that they were OT.

[kilakan]

man you are the worst troll I've ever seen Huesoo, you are controlling and ignorant.
Back on the REAL track.

The object appears before a bear pig hybrid and is moving south. Obviously waffles are on the hybrid's snout. So the object is malcontentedly meandering into Death's tongue, so Death spits it into the lake of fire and takes hold of a spatula. This audacious, audacious move would flatulently incite the snailmen marauder's anger, bringing Cheddarius into conflict with pulsating vomit of Khorne, the bear pig herder. He sees dead monkeys flying around and singing "Cocks Away!"

Now, lads, when you attack rabid bear pigs, you must kick a sensitive guy in the city "jewels", also known over Germany as 'bratwurst'. Sensitive Tophats request naked truths. When drunk they eat pieces amalgamized with hydrargyrum.

This is madness. Madness? They don't farthingly have no ramblings! However, kleptophiliacs are good targets for advertisers, but maddeningly shine. Impecunious accountants drink preposterous amounts!
 
In many particular Buttcracks puny sandworms, we find fencing accountants typing "Cocks Away!" incoherently; "Koks Asway!" Suddenly, many Finlanders arbitrate accountants' lawsuits, unfortunately every second they account for pie-filled donkeys. Now Dr. Dick Cheney, formerly renounced headhunter of apoplex'd FUCKINGBOATMURDERED, has been researching Accounting for twenty-six nanoseconds and may well account for the loss of a large vehicle known as "Gogandantess". Rapping cutebold drive me insane, and evil. On the topic of maligned giraffes, I must increase flux tachyon wave-particle accountants. Because accountants. Why? To further castrate no-one. In 1944 minutes, there will be no accountants. Gunnerkrigg Court accounts for almost all of Aqizzar's accountants' clothes.

Aqizzar's ...accountants? Glittered Twilight-ily towards Akigagak's oversized undersized arms and armour and was deflected into xdarkcodex's rump, releasing a very poisonous spider, drunkenly tumbling end under taco sauce accountants forever.

O frabjous fönsteret, don't account for nothing in this time and the lamb sauce accountants lie continually. Klaus Promethium Grizwaldo Smith VII esquire slammed into a butler named 'Genteelmanly Geoff', who exploded saucily. He said, "How now, Potatoes Tummyache?! Ramboman stinks!" incoherently.

Burgundy rum infested crabs march while General DeLarge counts his droogs a thousandfold. Accountants vomited accountants, therefore we ARE THE DOOOOOOMED ACCOUNTAAAAAAAAAANTS OF QUETZALCOATL!

However, the common sauces don't account for that fact. While tasty, it raps numerous beats, leading the crowd towards Nirvana. Quails taste delicious. They really like eating Accountants of particular deities like Zeus' cuttlefish, a beast of remarkable size, pliers flailing like many bespectacled lambs. The mighty Chupacabra sucks thirty or more straws while Aqizzar looks professional, doing little.

Wearing a tuxedo, shadows, and spaghetti, a creature leaps forth unencumbered. Conan explodes, sending chunky shit tacos flying towards a futuristic Batman who is Twittering, "Khorne, I love SPAAAAGHETTIIII!"

"SPAAGHETTI?!! How did she implode so fatuously?!" There shrieked, upstarting, and giggling as several accountants' Ubercharged lasers elevator Demoman over over under the enraged fat.

No, why would

[lordnincompoop]

The object appears before a bear pig hybrid and is moving south. Obviously waffles are on the hybrid's snout. So the object is malcontentedly meandering into Death's tongue, so Death spits it into the lake of fire and takes hold of a spatula. This audacious, audacious move would flatulently incite the snailmen marauder's anger, bringing Cheddarius into conflict with pulsating vomit of Khorne, the bear pig herder. He sees dead monkeys flying around and singing "Cocks Away!"

Now, lads, when you attack rabid bear pigs, you must kick a sensitive guy in the city "jewels", also known over Germany as 'bratwurst'. Sensitive Tophats request naked truths. When drunk they eat pieces amalgamized with hydrargyrum.

This is madness. Madness? They don't farthingly have no ramblings! However, kleptophiliacs are good targets for advertisers, but maddeningly shine. Impecunious accountants drink preposterous amounts!
 
In many particular Buttcracks puny sandworms, we find fencing accountants typing "Cocks Away!" incoherently; "Koks Asway!" Suddenly, many Finlanders arbitrate accountants' lawsuits, unfortunately every second they account for pie-filled donkeys. Now Dr. Dick Cheney, formerly renounced headhunter of apoplex'd FUCKINGBOATMURDERED, has been researching Accounting for twenty-six nanoseconds and may well account for the loss of a large vehicle known as "Gogandantess". Rapping cutebold drive me insane, and evil. On the topic of maligned giraffes, I must increase flux tachyon wave-particle accountants. Because accountants. Why? To further castrate no-one. In 1944 minutes, there will be no accountants. Gunnerkrigg Court accounts for almost all of Aqizzar's accountants' clothes.

Aqizzar's ...accountants? Glittered Twilight-ily towards Akigagak's oversized undersized arms and armour and was deflected into xdarkcodex's rump, releasing a very poisonous spider, drunkenly tumbling end under taco sauce accountants forever.

O frabjous fönsteret, don't account for nothing in this time and the lamb sauce accountants lie continually. Klaus Promethium Grizwaldo Smith VII esquire slammed into a butler named 'Genteelmanly Geoff', who exploded saucily. He said, "How now, Potatoes Tummyache?! Ramboman stinks!" incoherently.

Burgundy rum infested crabs march while General DeLarge counts his droogs a thousandfold. Accountants vomited accountants, therefore we ARE THE DOOOOOOMED ACCOUNTAAAAAAAAAANTS OF QUETZALCOATL!

However, the common sauces don't account for that fact. While tasty, it raps numerous beats, leading the crowd towards Nirvana. Quails taste delicious. They really like eating Accountants of particular deities like Zeus' cuttlefish, a beast of remarkable size, pliers flailing like many bespectacled lambs. The mighty Chupacabra sucks thirty or more straws while Aqizzar looks professional, doing little.

Wearing a tuxedo, shadows, and spaghetti, a creature leaps forth unencumbered. Conan explodes, sending chunky shit tacos flying towards a futuristic Batman who is Twittering, "Khorne, I love SPAAAAGHETTIIII!"

"SPAAGHETTI?!! How did she implode so fatuously?!" There shrieked, upstarting, and giggling as several accountants' Ubercharged lasers elevator Demoman over over under the enraged fat.

No, why would they

[Huesoo]

man you are the worst troll I've ever seen Huesoo, you are controlling and ignorant.
Back on the REAL track.

((Why do you think im even a troll you baboon! 2-3 pages back we decided that we are trying to be coherent and not a jumbled mess, "upstarting, and giggling as several accountants' Ubercharged lasers elevator Demoman over over under the enraged fat.
" is were it started to be uncoherent and a jumbled mess. I dont see whats the problem removing it. I havent tried trolling at all and you should stop being an uptight ass, its a game! If at all anyone was trolling it was Leo as a joke. You sir are the troll.))

The object appears before a bear pig hybrid and is moving south. Obviously waffles are on the hybrid's snout. So the object is malcontentedly meandering into Death's tongue, so Death spits it into the lake of fire and takes hold of a spatula. This audacious, audacious move would flatulently incite the snailmen marauder's anger, bringing Cheddarius into conflict with pulsating vomit of Khorne, the bear pig herder. He sees dead monkeys flying around and singing "Cocks Away!"

Now, lads, when you attack rabid bear pigs, you must kick a sensitive guy in the city "jewels", also known over Germany as 'bratwurst'. Sensitive Tophats request naked truths. When drunk they eat pieces amalgamized with hydrargyrum.

This is madness. Madness? They don't farthingly have no ramblings! However, kleptophiliacs are good targets for advertisers, but maddeningly shine. Impecunious accountants drink preposterous amounts!
 
In many particular Buttcracks puny sandworms, we find fencing accountants typing "Cocks Away!" incoherently; "Koks Asway!" Suddenly, many Finlanders arbitrate accountants' lawsuits, unfortunately every second they account for pie-filled donkeys. Now Dr. Dick Cheney, formerly renounced headhunter of apoplex'd FUCKINGBOATMURDERED, has been researching Accounting for twenty-six nanoseconds and may well account for the loss of a large vehicle known as "Gogandantess". Rapping cutebold drive me insane, and evil. On the topic of maligned giraffes, I must increase flux tachyon wave-particle accountants. Because accountants. Why? To further castrate no-one. In 1944 minutes, there will be no accountants. Gunnerkrigg Court accounts for almost all of Aqizzar's accountants' clothes.

Aqizzar's ...accountants? Glittered Twilight-ily towards Akigagak's oversized undersized arms and armour and was deflected into xdarkcodex's rump, releasing a very poisonous spider, drunkenly tumbling end under taco sauce accountants forever.

O frabjous fönsteret, don't account for nothing in this time and the lamb sauce accountants lie continually. Klaus Promethium Grizwaldo Smith VII esquire slammed into a butler named 'Genteelmanly Geoff', who exploded saucily. He said, "How now, Potatoes Tummyache?! Ramboman stinks!" incoherently.

Burgundy rum infested crabs march while General DeLarge counts his droogs a thousandfold. Accountants vomited accountants, therefore we ARE THE DOOOOOOMED ACCOUNTAAAAAAAAAANTS OF QUETZALCOATL!

However, the common sauces don't account for that fact. While tasty, it raps numerous beats, leading the crowd towards Nirvana. Quails taste delicious. They really like eating Accountants of particular deities like Zeus' cuttlefish, a beast of remarkable size, pliers flailing like many bespectacled lambs. The mighty Chupacabra sucks thirty or more straws while Aqizzar looks professional, doing little.

Wearing a tuxedo, shadows, and spaghetti, a creature leaps forth unencumbered. Conan explodes, sending chunky shit tacos flying towards a futuristic Batman who is Twittering, "Khorne, I love SPAAAAGHETTIIII!"

"SPAAGHETTI?!! How did she implode so fatuously?!" There! Shrieked, several accountants." No, why would they like SPAAGHETTI?

[Deon]

 The object appears before a bear pig hybrid and is moving south. Obviously waffles are on the hybrid's snout. So the object is malcontentedly meandering into Death's tongue, so Death spits it into the lake of fire and takes hold of a spatula. This audacious, audacious move would flatulently incite the snailmen marauder's anger, bringing Cheddarius into conflict with pulsating vomit of Khorne, the bear pig herder. He sees dead monkeys flying around and singing "Cocks Away!"

Now, lads, when you attack rabid bear pigs, you must kick a sensitive guy in the city "jewels", also known over Germany as 'bratwurst'. Sensitive Tophats request naked truths. When drunk they eat pieces amalgamized with hydrargyrum.

This is madness. Madness? They don't farthingly have no ramblings! However, kleptophiliacs are good targets for advertisers, but maddeningly shine. Impecunious accountants drink preposterous amounts!
 
In many particular Buttcracks puny sandworms, we find fencing accountants typing "Cocks Away!" incoherently; "Koks Asway!" Suddenly, many Finlanders arbitrate accountants' lawsuits, unfortunately every second they account for pie-filled donkeys. Now Dr. Dick Cheney, formerly renounced headhunter of apoplex'd FUCKINGBOATMURDERED, has been researching Accounting for twenty-six nanoseconds and may well account for the loss of a large vehicle known as "Gogandantess". Rapping cutebold drive me insane, and evil. On the topic of maligned giraffes, I must increase flux tachyon wave-particle accountants. Because accountants. Why? To further castrate no-one. In 1944 minutes, there will be no accountants. Gunnerkrigg Court accounts for almost all of Aqizzar's accountants' clothes.

Aqizzar's ...accountants? Glittered Twilight-ily towards Akigagak's oversized undersized arms and armour and was deflected into xdarkcodex's rump, releasing a very poisonous spider, drunkenly tumbling end under taco sauce accountants forever.

O frabjous fönsteret, don't account for nothing in this time and the lamb sauce accountants lie continually. Klaus Promethium Grizwaldo Smith VII esquire slammed into a butler named 'Genteelmanly Geoff', who exploded saucily. He said, "How now, Potatoes Tummyache?! Ramboman stinks!" incoherently.

Burgundy rum infested crabs march while General DeLarge counts his droogs a thousandfold. Accountants vomited accountants, therefore we ARE THE DOOOOOOMED ACCOUNTAAAAAAAAAANTS OF QUETZALCOATL!

However, the common sauces don't account for that fact. While tasty, it raps numerous beats, leading the crowd towards Nirvana. Quails taste delicious. They really like eating Accountants of particular deities like Zeus' cuttlefish, a beast of remarkable size, pliers flailing like many bespectacled lambs. The mighty Chupacabra sucks thirty or more straws while Aqizzar looks professional, doing little.

Wearing a tuxedo, shadows, and spaghetti, a creature leaps forth unencumbered. Conan explodes, sending chunky shit tacos flying towards a futuristic Batman who is Twittering, "Khorne, I love SPAAAAGHETTIIII!"

"SPAAGHETTI?!! How did she implode so fatuously?!" There shrieked, upstarting, and giggling as several accountants' Ubercharged lasers elevator Demoman over over under the enraged fat.

No, why would they like SPAAGHETTI? Because

[Huesoo]

 The object appears before a bear pig hybrid and is moving south. Obviously waffles are on the hybrid's snout. So the object is malcontentedly meandering into Death's tongue, so Death spits it into the lake of fire and takes hold of a spatula. This audacious, audacious move would flatulently incite the snailmen marauder's anger, bringing Cheddarius into conflict with pulsating vomit of Khorne, the bear pig herder. He sees dead monkeys flying around and singing "Cocks Away!"

Now, lads, when you attack rabid bear pigs, you must kick a sensitive guy in the city "jewels", also known over Germany as 'bratwurst'. Sensitive Tophats request naked truths. When drunk they eat pieces amalgamized with hydrargyrum.

This is madness. Madness? They don't farthingly have no ramblings! However, kleptophiliacs are good targets for advertisers, but maddeningly shine. Impecunious accountants drink preposterous amounts!
 
In many particular Buttcracks puny sandworms, we find fencing accountants typing "Cocks Away!" incoherently; "Koks Asway!" Suddenly, many Finlanders arbitrate accountants' lawsuits, unfortunately every second they account for pie-filled donkeys. Now Dr. Dick Cheney, formerly renounced headhunter of apoplex'd FUCKINGBOATMURDERED, has been researching Accounting for twenty-six nanoseconds and may well account for the loss of a large vehicle known as "Gogandantess". Rapping cutebold drive me insane, and evil. On the topic of maligned giraffes, I must increase flux tachyon wave-particle accountants. Because accountants. Why? To further castrate no-one. In 1944 minutes, there will be no accountants. Gunnerkrigg Court accounts for almost all of Aqizzar's accountants' clothes.

Aqizzar's ...accountants? Glittered Twilight-ily towards Akigagak's oversized undersized arms and armour and was deflected into xdarkcodex's rump, releasing a very poisonous spider, drunkenly tumbling end under taco sauce accountants forever.

O frabjous fönsteret, don't account for nothing in this time and the lamb sauce accountants lie continually. Klaus Promethium Grizwaldo Smith VII esquire slammed into a butler named 'Genteelmanly Geoff', who exploded saucily. He said, "How now, Potatoes Tummyache?! Ramboman stinks!" incoherently.

Burgundy rum infested crabs march while General DeLarge counts his droogs a thousandfold. Accountants vomited accountants, therefore we ARE THE DOOOOOOMED ACCOUNTAAAAAAAAAANTS OF QUETZALCOATL!

However, the common sauces don't account for that fact. While tasty, it raps numerous beats, leading the crowd towards Nirvana. Quails taste delicious. They really like eating Accountants of particular deities like Zeus' cuttlefish, a beast of remarkable size, pliers flailing like many bespectacled lambs. The mighty Chupacabra sucks thirty or more straws while Aqizzar looks professional, doing little.

Wearing a tuxedo, shadows, and spaghetti, a creature leaps forth unencumbered. Conan explodes, sending chunky shit tacos flying towards a futuristic Batman who is Twittering, "Khorne, I love SPAAAAGHETTIIII!"

"SPAAGHETTI?!! How did she implode so fatuously?!" There shrieked, upstarting, and giggling as several accountants' Ubercharged lasers elevator Demoman over over under the enraged fat.

No, why would they like SPAAGHETTI? Because it tastes

[tombthedwarf]

The object appears before a bear pig hybrid and is moving south. Obviously waffles are on the hybrid's snout. So the object is malcontentedly meandering into Death's tongue, so Death spits it into the lake of fire and takes hold of a spatula. This audacious, audacious move would flatulently incite the snailmen marauder's anger, bringing Cheddarius into conflict with pulsating vomit of Khorne, the bear pig herder. He sees dead monkeys flying around and singing "Cocks Away!"

Now, lads, when you attack rabid bear pigs, you must kick a sensitive guy in the city "jewels", also known over Germany as 'bratwurst'. Sensitive Tophats request naked truths. When drunk they eat pieces amalgamized with hydrargyrum.

This is madness. Madness? They don't farthingly have no ramblings! However, kleptophiliacs are good targets for advertisers, but maddeningly shine. Impecunious accountants drink preposterous amounts!
 
In many particular Buttcracks puny sandworms, we find fencing accountants typing "Cocks Away!" incoherently; "Koks Asway!" Suddenly, many Finlanders arbitrate accountants' lawsuits, unfortunately every second they account for pie-filled donkeys. Now Dr. Dick Cheney, formerly renounced headhunter of apoplex'd FUCKINGBOATMURDERED, has been researching Accounting for twenty-six nanoseconds and may well account for the loss of a large vehicle known as "Gogandantess". Rapping cutebold drive me insane, and evil. On the topic of maligned giraffes, I must increase flux tachyon wave-particle accountants. Because accountants. Why? To further castrate no-one. In 1944 minutes, there will be no accountants. Gunnerkrigg Court accounts for almost all of Aqizzar's accountants' clothes.

Aqizzar's ...accountants? Glittered Twilight-ily towards Akigagak's oversized undersized arms and armour and was deflected into xdarkcodex's rump, releasing a very poisonous spider, drunkenly tumbling end under taco sauce accountants forever.

O frabjous fönsteret, don't account for nothing in this time and the lamb sauce accountants lie continually. Klaus Promethium Grizwaldo Smith VII esquire slammed into a butler named 'Genteelmanly Geoff', who exploded saucily. He said, "How now, Potatoes Tummyache?! Ramboman stinks!" incoherently.

Burgundy rum infested crabs march while General DeLarge counts his droogs a thousandfold. Accountants vomited accountants, therefore we ARE THE DOOOOOOMED ACCOUNTAAAAAAAAAANTS OF QUETZALCOATL!

However, the common sauces don't account for that fact. While tasty, it raps numerous beats, leading the crowd towards Nirvana. Quails taste delicious. They really like eating Accountants of particular deities like Zeus' cuttlefish, a beast of remarkable size, pliers flailing like many bespectacled lambs. The mighty Chupacabra sucks thirty or more straws while Aqizzar looks professional, doing little.

Wearing a tuxedo, shadows, and spaghetti, a creature leaps forth unencumbered. Conan explodes, sending chunky shit tacos flying towards a futuristic Batman who is Twittering, "Khorne, I love SPAAAAGHETTIIII!"

"SPAAGHETTI?!! How did she implode so fatuously?!" There shrieked, upstarting, and giggling as several accountants' Ubercharged lasers elevator Demoman over over under the enraged fat.

No, why would they like SPAAGHETTI? Because it tastes accountant-like

[Diablous]

The object appears before a bear pig hybrid and is moving south. Obviously waffles are on the hybrid's snout. So the object is malcontentedly meandering into Death's tongue, so Death spits it into the lake of fire and takes hold of a spatula. This audacious, audacious move would flatulently incite the snailmen marauder's anger, bringing Cheddarius into conflict with pulsating vomit of Khorne, the bear pig herder. He sees dead monkeys flying around and singing "Cocks Away!"

Now, lads, when you attack rabid bear pigs, you must kick a sensitive guy in the city "jewels", also known over Germany as 'bratwurst'. Sensitive Tophats request naked truths. When drunk they eat pieces amalgamized with hydrargyrum.

This is madness. Madness? They don't farthingly have no ramblings! However, kleptophiliacs are good targets for advertisers, but maddeningly shine. Impecunious accountants drink preposterous amounts!
 
In many particular Buttcracks puny sandworms, we find fencing accountants typing "Cocks Away!" incoherently; "Koks Asway!" Suddenly, many Finlanders arbitrate accountants' lawsuits, unfortunately every second they account for pie-filled donkeys. Now Dr. Dick Cheney, formerly renounced headhunter of apoplex'd FUCKINGBOATMURDERED, has been researching Accounting for twenty-six nanoseconds and may well account for the loss of a large vehicle known as "Gogandantess". Rapping cutebold drive me insane, and evil. On the topic of maligned giraffes, I must increase flux tachyon wave-particle accountants. Because accountants. Why? To further castrate no-one. In 1944 minutes, there will be no accountants. Gunnerkrigg Court accounts for almost all of Aqizzar's accountants' clothes.

Aqizzar's ...accountants? Glittered Twilight-ily towards Akigagak's oversized undersized arms and armour and was deflected into xdarkcodex's rump, releasing a very poisonous spider, drunkenly tumbling end under taco sauce accountants forever.

O frabjous fönsteret, don't account for nothing in this time and the lamb sauce accountants lie continually. Klaus Promethium Grizwaldo Smith VII esquire slammed into a butler named 'Genteelmanly Geoff', who exploded saucily. He said, "How now, Potatoes Tummyache?! Ramboman stinks!" incoherently.

Burgundy rum infested crabs march while General DeLarge counts his droogs a thousandfold. Accountants vomited accountants, therefore we ARE THE DOOOOOOMED ACCOUNTAAAAAAAAAANTS OF QUETZALCOATL!

However, the common sauces don't account for that fact. While tasty, it raps numerous beats, leading the crowd towards Nirvana. Quails taste delicious. They really like eating Accountants of particular deities like Zeus' cuttlefish, a beast of remarkable size, pliers flailing like many bespectacled lambs. The mighty Chupacabra sucks thirty or more straws while Aqizzar looks professional, doing little.

Wearing a tuxedo, shadows, and spaghetti, a creature leaps forth unencumbered. Conan explodes, sending chunky shit tacos flying towards a futuristic Batman who is Twittering, "Khorne, I love SPAAAAGHETTIIII!"

"SPAAGHETTI?!! How did she implode so fatuously?!" There shrieked, upstarting, and giggling as several accountants' Ubercharged lasers elevator Demoman over over under the enraged fat.

No, why would they like SPAAGHETTI? Because it tastes accountant-like. Although
 
 
 
 
(Word to the wise, do not send this through Translation Party. It crazy.)

[Deon]

The object appears before a bear pig hybrid and is moving south. Obviously waffles are on the hybrid's snout. So the object is malcontentedly meandering into Death's tongue, so Death spits it into the lake of fire and takes hold of a spatula. This audacious, audacious move would flatulently incite the snailmen marauder's anger, bringing Cheddarius into conflict with pulsating vomit of Khorne, the bear pig herder. He sees dead monkeys flying around and singing "Cocks Away!"

Now, lads, when you attack rabid bear pigs, you must kick a sensitive guy in the city "jewels", also known over Germany as 'bratwurst'. Sensitive Tophats request naked truths. When drunk they eat pieces amalgamized with hydrargyrum.

This is madness. Madness? They don't farthingly have no ramblings! However, kleptophiliacs are good targets for advertisers, but maddeningly shine. Impecunious accountants drink preposterous amounts!
 
In many particular Buttcracks puny sandworms, we find fencing accountants typing "Cocks Away!" incoherently; "Koks Asway!" Suddenly, many Finlanders arbitrate accountants' lawsuits, unfortunately every second they account for pie-filled donkeys. Now Dr. Dick Cheney, formerly renounced headhunter of apoplex'd FUCKINGBOATMURDERED, has been researching Accounting for twenty-six nanoseconds and may well account for the loss of a large vehicle known as "Gogandantess". Rapping cutebold drive me insane, and evil. On the topic of maligned giraffes, I must increase flux tachyon wave-particle accountants. Because accountants. Why? To further castrate no-one. In 1944 minutes, there will be no accountants. Gunnerkrigg Court accounts for almost all of Aqizzar's accountants' clothes.

Aqizzar's ...accountants? Glittered Twilight-ily towards Akigagak's oversized undersized arms and armour and was deflected into xdarkcodex's rump, releasing a very poisonous spider, drunkenly tumbling end under taco sauce accountants forever.

O frabjous fönsteret, don't account for nothing in this time and the lamb sauce accountants lie continually. Klaus Promethium Grizwaldo Smith VII esquire slammed into a butler named 'Genteelmanly Geoff', who exploded saucily. He said, "How now, Potatoes Tummyache?! Ramboman stinks!" incoherently.

Burgundy rum infested crabs march while General DeLarge counts his droogs a thousandfold. Accountants vomited accountants, therefore we ARE THE DOOOOOOMED ACCOUNTAAAAAAAAAANTS OF QUETZALCOATL!

However, the common sauces don't account for that fact. While tasty, it raps numerous beats, leading the crowd towards Nirvana. Quails taste delicious. They really like eating Accountants of particular deities like Zeus' cuttlefish, a beast of remarkable size, pliers flailing like many bespectacled lambs. The mighty Chupacabra sucks thirty or more straws while Aqizzar looks professional, doing little.

Wearing a tuxedo, shadows, and spaghetti, a creature leaps forth unencumbered. Conan explodes, sending chunky shit tacos flying towards a futuristic Batman who is Twittering, "Khorne, I love SPAAAAGHETTIIII!"

"SPAAGHETTI?!! How did she implode so fatuously?!" There shrieked, upstarting, and giggling as several accountants' Ubercharged lasers elevator Demoman over over under the enraged fat.

No, why would they like SPAAGHETTI? Because it tastes accountant-like. Although warp