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Post by Lady Fi on Sept 3, 2006 19:56:51 GMT
Once upon a time, three strangers and a hotdog ran away together to find John the Robot. They ran along whilst carrying two dead chickens. The feathers fell into a canyon named Erik Bighole. Erik was large in the pants. Shopping became hard because largeness prevailed over common skinnie-dipping in Lake Legless. Humans feared eggs lurked beneath their armpits, smelling horribly.
Other young warriors beat their eggshells against windows until Syren fell over a pebble. Women drivers excel at everything, yet men suck at taking cars to garages for anything. Gangsters repeated themselves irritatingly until knives were drawn and wielded. Sparklers made knifing movements harder than ever. The young salamander fell through the ice and swam like a swan.
Butter isn't an aphrodisiac yet but people crap all-over aphrodisiacs and simpletons. Technically angels fly, but walking is another story. Swimming seems to tire Earl because his socks dance with sharks. Water froze periwinkles like sugar-coated panties. Yesterday, Syren shouted, "pants!" before anyone saw her undress Magic with her teeth. This enraged Steverules because he stalks KingDubya's mother, while Eilidh struts into the amazing time-machine whilst signaling to turn. Tomorrow, everyone assumes admin will eat souls from illiterate children, because they never learn. Consequently someone decided that singing banshees are going insane and need maternity clothing. Cameltoes smell foul, resulting in everyone learning how Magic once watched Beyonce dance on a burger. However, Eilidh was searching for Dr-Who and FIT! Fi loved walking along the hard floor, beside poles covered with chocolate and bailey's. Everyone verbed the password until the man shot his noun.
Darth Maul saw Grievous lying dead beneath many Ewoks. Gandalf chugged several bodies next for Hermione's pleasure and rode Anakin into the aluminum horse. Redd slapped Celaril like a crack across the face with something wet and slippery, it was horrific. Arrrrrrrwen sighed, her nails looked skankalicious and odorous. Frodo gasped as he felt Bilbo's hand down his bra, Sam cried angrily "Never let
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Post by Star on Sept 3, 2006 20:49:32 GMT
Once upon a time, three strangers and a hotdog ran away together to find John the Robot. They ran along whilst carrying two dead chickens. The feathers fell into a canyon named Erik Bighole. Erik was large in the pants. Shopping became hard because largeness prevailed over common skinnie-dipping in Lake Legless. Humans feared eggs lurked beneath their armpits, smelling horribly.
Other young warriors beat their eggshells against windows until Syren fell over a pebble. Women drivers excel at everything, yet men suck at taking cars to garages for anything. Gangsters repeated themselves irritatingly until knives were drawn and wielded. Sparklers made knifing movements harder than ever. The young salamander fell through the ice and swam like a swan.
Butter isn't an aphrodisiac yet but people crap all-over aphrodisiacs and simpletons. Technically angels fly, but walking is another story. Swimming seems to tire Earl because his socks dance with sharks. Water froze periwinkles like sugar-coated panties. Yesterday, Syren shouted, "pants!" before anyone saw her undress Magic with her teeth. This enraged Steverules because he stalks KingDubya's mother, while Eilidh struts into the amazing time-machine whilst signaling to turn. Tomorrow, everyone assumes admin will eat souls from illiterate children, because they never learn. Consequently someone decided that singing banshees are going insane and need maternity clothing. Cameltoes smell foul, resulting in everyone learning how Magic once watched Beyonce dance on a burger. However, Eilidh was searching for Dr-Who and FIT! Fi loved walking along the hard floor, beside poles covered with chocolate and bailey's. Everyone verbed the password until the man shot his noun.
Darth Maul saw Grievous lying dead beneath many Ewoks. Gandalf chugged several bodies next for Hermione's pleasure and rode Anakin into the aluminum horse. Redd slapped Celaril like a crack across the face with something wet and slippery, it was horrific. Arrrrrrrwen sighed, her nails looked skankalicious and odorous. Frodo gasped as he felt Bilbo's hand down his bra, Sam cried angrily "Never let Eowyn
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Post by Lady Fi on Sept 3, 2006 23:16:45 GMT
Once upon a time, three strangers and a hotdog ran away together to find John the Robot. They ran along whilst carrying two dead chickens. The feathers fell into a canyon named Erik Bighole. Erik was large in the pants. Shopping became hard because largeness prevailed over common skinnie-dipping in Lake Legless. Humans feared eggs lurked beneath their armpits, smelling horribly.
Other young warriors beat their eggshells against windows until Syren fell over a pebble. Women drivers excel at everything, yet men suck at taking cars to garages for anything. Gangsters repeated themselves irritatingly until knives were drawn and wielded. Sparklers made knifing movements harder than ever. The young salamander fell through the ice and swam like a swan.
Butter isn't an aphrodisiac yet but people crap all-over aphrodisiacs and simpletons. Technically angels fly, but walking is another story. Swimming seems to tire Earl because his socks dance with sharks. Water froze periwinkles like sugar-coated panties. Yesterday, Syren shouted, "pants!" before anyone saw her undress Magic with her teeth. This enraged Steverules because he stalks KingDubya's mother, while Eilidh struts into the amazing time-machine whilst signaling to turn. Tomorrow, everyone assumes admin will eat souls from illiterate children, because they never learn. Consequently someone decided that singing banshees are going insane and need maternity clothing. Cameltoes smell foul, resulting in everyone learning how Magic once watched Beyonce dance on a burger. However, Eilidh was searching for Dr-Who and FIT! Fi loved walking along the hard floor, beside poles covered with chocolate and bailey's. Everyone verbed the password until the man shot his noun.
Darth Maul saw Grievous lying dead beneath many Ewoks. Gandalf chugged several bodies next for Hermione's pleasure and rode Anakin into the aluminum horse. Redd slapped Celaril like a crack across the face with something wet and slippery, it was horrific. Arrrrrrrwen sighed, her nails looked skankalicious and odorous. Frodo gasped as he felt Bilbo's hand down his bra, Sam cried angrily "Never let Eowyn near
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Post by Lady Fi on Sept 6, 2006 9:06:26 GMT
Once upon a time, three strangers and a hotdog ran away together to find John the Robot. They ran along whilst carrying two dead chickens. The feathers fell into a canyon named Erik Bighole. Erik was large in the pants. Shopping became hard because largeness prevailed over common skinnie-dipping in Lake Legless. Humans feared eggs lurked beneath their armpits, smelling horribly.
Other young warriors beat their eggshells against windows until Syren fell over a pebble. Women drivers excel at everything, yet men suck at taking cars to garages for anything. Gangsters repeated themselves irritatingly until knives were drawn and wielded. Sparklers made knifing movements harder than ever. The young salamander fell through the ice and swam like a swan.
Butter isn't an aphrodisiac yet but people crap all-over aphrodisiacs and simpletons. Technically angels fly, but walking is another story. Swimming seems to tire Earl because his socks dance with sharks. Water froze periwinkles like sugar-coated panties. Yesterday, Syren shouted, "pants!" before anyone saw her undress Magic with her teeth. This enraged Steverules because he stalks KingDubya's mother, while Eilidh struts into the amazing time-machine whilst signaling to turn. Tomorrow, everyone assumes admin will eat souls from illiterate children, because they never learn. Consequently someone decided that singing banshees are going insane and need maternity clothing. Cameltoes smell foul, resulting in everyone learning how Magic once watched Beyonce dance on a burger. However, Eilidh was searching for Dr-Who and FIT! Fi loved walking along the hard floor, beside poles covered with chocolate and bailey's. Everyone verbed the password until the man shot his noun.
Darth Maul saw Grievous lying dead beneath many Ewoks. Gandalf chugged several bodies next for Hermione's pleasure and rode Anakin into the aluminum horse. Redd slapped Celaril like a crack across the face with something wet and slippery, it was horrific. Arrrrrrrwen sighed, her nails looked skankalicious and odorous. Frodo gasped as he felt Bilbo's hand down his bra, Sam cried angrily "Never let Eowyn near pants
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Post by Star on Sept 6, 2006 20:30:23 GMT
Once upon a time, three strangers and a hotdog ran away together to find John the Robot. They ran along whilst carrying two dead chickens. The feathers fell into a canyon named Erik Bighole. Erik was large in the pants. Shopping became hard because largeness prevailed over common skinnie-dipping in Lake Legless. Humans feared eggs lurked beneath their armpits, smelling horribly.
Other young warriors beat their eggshells against windows until Syren fell over a pebble. Women drivers excel at everything, yet men suck at taking cars to garages for anything. Gangsters repeated themselves irritatingly until knives were drawn and wielded. Sparklers made knifing movements harder than ever. The young salamander fell through the ice and swam like a swan.
Butter isn't an aphrodisiac yet but people crap all-over aphrodisiacs and simpletons. Technically angels fly, but walking is another story. Swimming seems to tire Earl because his socks dance with sharks. Water froze periwinkles like sugar-coated panties. Yesterday, Syren shouted, "pants!" before anyone saw her undress Magic with her teeth. This enraged Steverules because he stalks KingDubya's mother, while Eilidh struts into the amazing time-machine whilst signaling to turn. Tomorrow, everyone assumes admin will eat souls from illiterate children, because they never learn. Consequently someone decided that singing banshees are going insane and need maternity clothing. Cameltoes smell foul, resulting in everyone learning how Magic once watched Beyonce dance on a burger. However, Eilidh was searching for Dr-Who and FIT! Fi loved walking along the hard floor, beside poles covered with chocolate and bailey's. Everyone verbed the password until the man shot his noun.
Darth Maul saw Grievous lying dead beneath many Ewoks. Gandalf chugged several bodies next for Hermione's pleasure and rode Anakin into the aluminum horse. Redd slapped Celaril like a crack across the face with something wet and slippery, it was horrific. Arrrrrrrwen sighed, her nails looked skankalicious and odorous. Frodo gasped as he felt Bilbo's hand down his bra, Sam cried angrily "Never let Eowyn near pants, onomatopoeia
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Post by Syren on Sept 6, 2006 22:52:36 GMT
Once upon a time, three strangers and a hotdog ran away together to find John the Robot. They ran along whilst carrying two dead chickens. The feathers fell into a canyon named Erik Bighole. Erik was large in the pants. Shopping became hard because largeness prevailed over common skinnie-dipping in Lake Legless. Humans feared eggs lurked beneath their armpits, smelling horribly.
Other young warriors beat their eggshells against windows until Syren fell over a pebble. Women drivers excel at everything, yet men suck at taking cars to garages for anything. Gangsters repeated themselves irritatingly until knives were drawn and wielded. Sparklers made knifing movements harder than ever. The young salamander fell through the ice and swam like a swan.
Butter isn't an aphrodisiac yet but people crap all-over aphrodisiacs and simpletons. Technically angels fly, but walking is another story. Swimming seems to tire Earl because his socks dance with sharks. Water froze periwinkles like sugar-coated panties. Yesterday, Syren shouted, "pants!" before anyone saw her undress Magic with her teeth. This enraged Steverules because he stalks KingDubya's mother, while Eilidh struts into the amazing time-machine whilst signaling to turn. Tomorrow, everyone assumes admin will eat souls from illiterate children, because they never learn. Consequently someone decided that singing banshees are going insane and need maternity clothing. Cameltoes smell foul, resulting in everyone learning how Magic once watched Beyonce dance on a burger. However, Eilidh was searching for Dr-Who and FIT! Fi loved walking along the hard floor, beside poles covered with chocolate and bailey's. Everyone verbed the password until the man shot his noun.
Darth Maul saw Grievous lying dead beneath many Ewoks. Gandalf chugged several bodies next for Hermione's pleasure and rode Anakin into the aluminum horse. Redd slapped Celaril like a crack across the face with something wet and slippery, it was horrific. Arrrrrrrwen sighed, her nails looked skankalicious and odorous. Frodo gasped as he felt Bilbo's hand down his bra, Sam cried angrily "Never let Eowyn near pants, onomatopoeia doesn't
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Post by Star on Sept 8, 2006 20:48:04 GMT
Once upon a time, three strangers and a hotdog ran away together to find John the Robot. They ran along whilst carrying two dead chickens. The feathers fell into a canyon named Erik Bighole. Erik was large in the pants. Shopping became hard because largeness prevailed over common skinnie-dipping in Lake Legless. Humans feared eggs lurked beneath their armpits, smelling horribly.
Other young warriors beat their eggshells against windows until Syren fell over a pebble. Women drivers excel at everything, yet men suck at taking cars to garages for anything. Gangsters repeated themselves irritatingly until knives were drawn and wielded. Sparklers made knifing movements harder than ever. The young salamander fell through the ice and swam like a swan.
Butter isn't an aphrodisiac yet but people crap all-over aphrodisiacs and simpletons. Technically angels fly, but walking is another story. Swimming seems to tire Earl because his socks dance with sharks. Water froze periwinkles like sugar-coated panties. Yesterday, Syren shouted, "pants!" before anyone saw her undress Magic with her teeth. This enraged Steverules because he stalks KingDubya's mother, while Eilidh struts into the amazing time-machine whilst signaling to turn. Tomorrow, everyone assumes admin will eat souls from illiterate children, because they never learn. Consequently someone decided that singing banshees are going insane and need maternity clothing. Cameltoes smell foul, resulting in everyone learning how Magic once watched Beyonce dance on a burger. However, Eilidh was searching for Dr-Who and FIT! Fi loved walking along the hard floor, beside poles covered with chocolate and bailey's. Everyone verbed the password until the man shot his noun.
Darth Maul saw Grievous lying dead beneath many Ewoks. Gandalf chugged several bodies next for Hermione's pleasure and rode Anakin into the aluminum horse. Redd slapped Celaril like a crack across the face with something wet and slippery, it was horrific. Arrrrrrrwen sighed, her nails looked skankalicious and odorous. Frodo gasped as he felt Bilbo's hand down his bra, Sam cried angrily "Never let Eowyn near pants, onomatopoeia doesn't quite
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Post by Lady Fi on Sept 12, 2006 10:30:01 GMT
Once upon a time, three strangers and a hotdog ran away together to find John the Robot. They ran along whilst carrying two dead chickens. The feathers fell into a canyon named Erik Bighole. Erik was large in the pants. Shopping became hard because largeness prevailed over common skinnie-dipping in Lake Legless. Humans feared eggs lurked beneath their armpits, smelling horribly.
Other young warriors beat their eggshells against windows until Syren fell over a pebble. Women drivers excel at everything, yet men suck at taking cars to garages for anything. Gangsters repeated themselves irritatingly until knives were drawn and wielded. Sparklers made knifing movements harder than ever. The young salamander fell through the ice and swam like a swan.
Butter isn't an aphrodisiac yet but people crap all-over aphrodisiacs and simpletons. Technically angels fly, but walking is another story. Swimming seems to tire Earl because his socks dance with sharks. Water froze periwinkles like sugar-coated panties. Yesterday, Syren shouted, "pants!" before anyone saw her undress Magic with her teeth. This enraged Steverules because he stalks KingDubya's mother, while Eilidh struts into the amazing time-machine whilst signaling to turn. Tomorrow, everyone assumes admin will eat souls from illiterate children, because they never learn. Consequently someone decided that singing banshees are going insane and need maternity clothing. Cameltoes smell foul, resulting in everyone learning how Magic once watched Beyonce dance on a burger. However, Eilidh was searching for Dr-Who and FIT! Fi loved walking along the hard floor, beside poles covered with chocolate and bailey's. Everyone verbed the password until the man shot his noun.
Darth Maul saw Grievous lying dead beneath many Ewoks. Gandalf chugged several bodies next for Hermione's pleasure and rode Anakin into the aluminum horse. Redd slapped Celaril like a crack across the face with something wet and slippery, it was horrific. Arrrrrrrwen sighed, her nails looked skankalicious and odorous. Frodo gasped as he felt Bilbo's hand down his bra, Sam cried angrily "Never let Eowyn near pants, onomatopoeia doesn't quite fit
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Post by Star on Sept 12, 2006 19:30:38 GMT
Once upon a time, three strangers and a hotdog ran away together to find John the Robot. They ran along whilst carrying two dead chickens. The feathers fell into a canyon named Erik Bighole. Erik was large in the pants. Shopping became hard because largeness prevailed over common skinnie-dipping in Lake Legless. Humans feared eggs lurked beneath their armpits, smelling horribly.
Other young warriors beat their eggshells against windows until Syren fell over a pebble. Women drivers excel at everything, yet men suck at taking cars to garages for anything. Gangsters repeated themselves irritatingly until knives were drawn and wielded. Sparklers made knifing movements harder than ever. The young salamander fell through the ice and swam like a swan.
Butter isn't an aphrodisiac yet but people crap all-over aphrodisiacs and simpletons. Technically angels fly, but walking is another story. Swimming seems to tire Earl because his socks dance with sharks. Water froze periwinkles like sugar-coated panties. Yesterday, Syren shouted, "pants!" before anyone saw her undress Magic with her teeth. This enraged Steverules because he stalks KingDubya's mother, while Eilidh struts into the amazing time-machine whilst signaling to turn. Tomorrow, everyone assumes admin will eat souls from illiterate children, because they never learn. Consequently someone decided that singing banshees are going insane and need maternity clothing. Cameltoes smell foul, resulting in everyone learning how Magic once watched Beyonce dance on a burger. However, Eilidh was searching for Dr-Who and FIT! Fi loved walking along the hard floor, beside poles covered with chocolate and bailey's. Everyone verbed the password until the man shot his noun.
Darth Maul saw Grievous lying dead beneath many Ewoks. Gandalf chugged several bodies next for Hermione's pleasure and rode Anakin into the aluminum horse. Redd slapped Celaril like a crack across the face with something wet and slippery, it was horrific. Arrrrrrrwen sighed, her nails looked skankalicious and odorous. Frodo gasped as he felt Bilbo's hand down his bra, Sam cried angrily "Never let Eowyn near pants, onomatopoeia doesn't quite fit when
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Post by Lady Fi on Sept 15, 2006 10:24:15 GMT
Once upon a time, three strangers and a hotdog ran away together to find John the Robot. They ran along whilst carrying two dead chickens. The feathers fell into a canyon named Erik Bighole. Erik was large in the pants. Shopping became hard because largeness prevailed over common skinnie-dipping in Lake Legless. Humans feared eggs lurked beneath their armpits, smelling horribly.
Other young warriors beat their eggshells against windows until Syren fell over a pebble. Women drivers excel at everything, yet men suck at taking cars to garages for anything. Gangsters repeated themselves irritatingly until knives were drawn and wielded. Sparklers made knifing movements harder than ever. The young salamander fell through the ice and swam like a swan.
Butter isn't an aphrodisiac yet but people crap all-over aphrodisiacs and simpletons. Technically angels fly, but walking is another story. Swimming seems to tire Earl because his socks dance with sharks. Water froze periwinkles like sugar-coated panties. Yesterday, Syren shouted, "pants!" before anyone saw her undress Magic with her teeth. This enraged Steverules because he stalks KingDubya's mother, while Eilidh struts into the amazing time-machine whilst signaling to turn. Tomorrow, everyone assumes admin will eat souls from illiterate children, because they never learn. Consequently someone decided that singing banshees are going insane and need maternity clothing. Cameltoes smell foul, resulting in everyone learning how Magic once watched Beyonce dance on a burger. However, Eilidh was searching for Dr-Who and FIT! Fi loved walking along the hard floor, beside poles covered with chocolate and bailey's. Everyone verbed the password until the man shot his noun.
Darth Maul saw Grievous lying dead beneath many Ewoks. Gandalf chugged several bodies next for Hermione's pleasure and rode Anakin into the aluminum horse. Redd slapped Celaril like a crack across the face with something wet and slippery, it was horrific. Arrrrrrrwen sighed, her nails looked skankalicious and odorous. Frodo gasped as he felt Bilbo's hand down his bra, Sam cried angrily "Never let Eowyn near pants, onomatopoeia doesn't quite fit when Eadu
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Post by Magic attack on Sept 17, 2006 15:02:39 GMT
Once upon a time, three strangers and a hotdog ran away together to find John the Robot. They ran along whilst carrying two dead chickens. The feathers fell into a canyon named Erik Bighole. Erik was large in the pants. Shopping became hard because largeness prevailed over common skinnie-dipping in Lake Legless. Humans feared eggs lurked beneath their armpits, smelling horribly.
Other young warriors beat their eggshells against windows until Syren fell over a pebble. Women drivers excel at everything, yet men suck at taking cars to garages for anything. Gangsters repeated themselves irritatingly until knives were drawn and wielded. Sparklers made knifing movements harder than ever. The young salamander fell through the ice and swam like a swan.
Butter isn't an aphrodisiac yet but people crap all-over aphrodisiacs and simpletons. Technically angels fly, but walking is another story. Swimming seems to tire Earl because his socks dance with sharks. Water froze periwinkles like sugar-coated panties. Yesterday, Syren shouted, "pants!" before anyone saw her undress Magic with her teeth. This enraged Steverules because he stalks KingDubya's mother, while Eilidh struts into the amazing time-machine whilst signaling to turn. Tomorrow, everyone assumes admin will eat souls from illiterate children, because they never learn. Consequently someone decided that singing banshees are going insane and need maternity clothing. Cameltoes smell foul, resulting in everyone learning how Magic once watched Beyonce dance on a burger. However, Eilidh was searching for Dr-Who and FIT! Fi loved walking along the hard floor, beside poles covered with chocolate and bailey's. Everyone verbed the password until the man shot his noun.
Darth Maul saw Grievous lying dead beneath many Ewoks. Gandalf chugged several bodies next for Hermione's pleasure and rode Anakin into the aluminum horse. Redd slapped Celaril like a crack across the face with something wet and slippery, it was horrific. Arrrrrrrwen sighed, her nails looked skankalicious and odorous. Frodo gasped as he felt Bilbo's hand down his bra, Sam cried angrily "Never let Eowyn near pants, onomatopoeia doesn't quite fit when Eadu dropped
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Post by Star on Sept 17, 2006 17:02:09 GMT
Once upon a time, three strangers and a hotdog ran away together to find John the Robot. They ran along whilst carrying two dead chickens. The feathers fell into a canyon named Erik Bighole. Erik was large in the pants. Shopping became hard because largeness prevailed over common skinnie-dipping in Lake Legless. Humans feared eggs lurked beneath their armpits, smelling horribly.
Other young warriors beat their eggshells against windows until Syren fell over a pebble. Women drivers excel at everything, yet men suck at taking cars to garages for anything. Gangsters repeated themselves irritatingly until knives were drawn and wielded. Sparklers made knifing movements harder than ever. The young salamander fell through the ice and swam like a swan.
Butter isn't an aphrodisiac yet but people crap all-over aphrodisiacs and simpletons. Technically angels fly, but walking is another story. Swimming seems to tire Earl because his socks dance with sharks. Water froze periwinkles like sugar-coated panties. Yesterday, Syren shouted, "pants!" before anyone saw her undress Magic with her teeth. This enraged Steverules because he stalks KingDubya's mother, while Eilidh struts into the amazing time-machine whilst signaling to turn. Tomorrow, everyone assumes admin will eat souls from illiterate children, because they never learn. Consequently someone decided that singing banshees are going insane and need maternity clothing. Cameltoes smell foul, resulting in everyone learning how Magic once watched Beyonce dance on a burger. However, Eilidh was searching for Dr-Who and FIT! Fi loved walking along the hard floor, beside poles covered with chocolate and bailey's. Everyone verbed the password until the man shot his noun.
Darth Maul saw Grievous lying dead beneath many Ewoks. Gandalf chugged several bodies next for Hermione's pleasure and rode Anakin into the aluminum horse. Redd slapped Celaril like a crack across the face with something wet and slippery, it was horrific. Arrrrrrrwen sighed, her nails looked skankalicious and odorous. Frodo gasped as he felt Bilbo's hand down his bra, Sam cried angrily "Never let Eowyn near pants, onomatopoeia doesn't quite fit when Eadu dropped her
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Post by Magic attack on Sept 18, 2006 14:56:33 GMT
Once upon a time, three strangers and a hotdog ran away together to find John the Robot. They ran along whilst carrying two dead chickens. The feathers fell into a canyon named Erik Bighole. Erik was large in the pants. Shopping became hard because largeness prevailed over common skinnie-dipping in Lake Legless. Humans feared eggs lurked beneath their armpits, smelling horribly.
Other young warriors beat their eggshells against windows until Syren fell over a pebble. Women drivers excel at everything, yet men suck at taking cars to garages for anything. Gangsters repeated themselves irritatingly until knives were drawn and wielded. Sparklers made knifing movements harder than ever. The young salamander fell through the ice and swam like a swan.
Butter isn't an aphrodisiac yet but people crap all-over aphrodisiacs and simpletons. Technically angels fly, but walking is another story. Swimming seems to tire Earl because his socks dance with sharks. Water froze periwinkles like sugar-coated panties. Yesterday, Syren shouted, "pants!" before anyone saw her undress Magic with her teeth. This enraged Steverules because he stalks KingDubya's mother, while Eilidh struts into the amazing time-machine whilst signaling to turn. Tomorrow, everyone assumes admin will eat souls from illiterate children, because they never learn. Consequently someone decided that singing banshees are going insane and need maternity clothing. Cameltoes smell foul, resulting in everyone learning how Magic once watched Beyonce dance on a burger. However, Eilidh was searching for Dr-Who and FIT! Fi loved walking along the hard floor, beside poles covered with chocolate and bailey's. Everyone verbed the password until the man shot his noun.
Darth Maul saw Grievous lying dead beneath many Ewoks. Gandalf chugged several bodies next for Hermione's pleasure and rode Anakin into the aluminum horse. Redd slapped Celaril like a crack across the face with something wet and slippery, it was horrific. Arrrrrrrwen sighed, her nails looked skankalicious and odorous. Frodo gasped as he felt Bilbo's hand down his bra, Sam cried angrily "Never let Eowyn near pants, onomatopoeia doesn't quite fit when Eadu dropped her handkerchief."
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