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Post by Magic attack on Mar 17, 2006 22:08:53 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
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Post by Star on Mar 17, 2006 22:28:08 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 repeat
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Post by Magic attack on Mar 17, 2006 22:32:21 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 repeat themselves
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Post by Star on Mar 17, 2006 22:46:41 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 repeat themselves irritatingly
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Post by Magic attack on Mar 17, 2006 23:42:37 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 repeat themselves irritatingly until
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Post by Lady Fi on Mar 19, 2006 19:19:06 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 repeat themselves irritatingly until knives
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Post by Magic attack on Mar 19, 2006 20:14:22 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 repeat themselves irritatingly until knives were
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Post by Syren on Mar 20, 2006 13:51:59 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
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Post by Magic attack on Mar 20, 2006 14:01:45 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
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Post by Syren on Mar 21, 2006 9:09:24 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
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Post by Magic attack on Mar 21, 2006 14:52:41 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
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Post by Syren on Mar 21, 2006 19:07:55 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
Sorry, shouldn't there have been a full stop before 'sparklers'? It didn't read right to me, change it again if I'm wrong.
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Post by Star on Mar 21, 2006 20:55:15 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
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Post by Magic attack on Mar 21, 2006 21:02:52 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
(you are right Syren. Sometimes I dont read the whole sentence I only look at the previous word to see what needs to go next. Noun, adverb, adjective....)
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Post by Star on Mar 21, 2006 21:10:16 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
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