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Henry VIII came with
(STORY SO FAR: There once was some big shiny rather tasty marshmellow which I ate. I stopped and suddenly began to convulse violently until a GFD came. The village-folk (which is one word as of now) were dancing around and praising the dildo that shook heavily as the major don,y thing so waggled his limp frosty mug o'beer while looking at a naked cunt known as Cher. Suddenly, Cher started seeing blue frogs because she's (that's one word) drinkink Blackest Guniuess Beer and feeling an urge to puke into Bush's pants said pee-wee and fell asleep right away smoking a bong. Watching butterflies flutter into the distant Butterfly Shredding Machine killing every one with soft moth-balls, and a herring jumps from water into my teacup jamming the spoon starts drinking in Halloween town and says that his legs hurt like a rotten cock ("a" is a help-verb and doesn't count as a word :p) smelling like shit but tasting like sweet sugar candy, but his cock was hard. So I bit it chewed a bit and it fell away like dust into the galactic giant cheese sandwich which I ate and quite enjoyed. Then an emu with Cher's legs farted noisy and licked her glowing radio-active leg hair. Henry VIII came with......)
It is better to be pissed off than pissed on.
This post was edited by Demiurgic on Feb 22, 2004.