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velvet smoking jacket. TheApolyton's Grim Reaper 2008, 2010 & 2011
RIP lest we forget... SG (2) and LaFayette -- Civ2 Succession Games Brothers-in-Arms
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The garden gnomes decided to ignore MrFun. The secret is to not to let garden gnomes hijack this thread. Tuberski has an arsehole that stores his brain because Oerdin is his hero.
MrFun saw a big plate of red curry and he threw up. Scrabble tiles and Chiclets with letters on them make a terrible meal. But there's no denying MrFun ate his words. Now how does this plate of red curry end up at a bar with not a single baht to spend? Goes home crying and upset because he couldn't curry the favour of the god of coconuts.
When all of a sudden Stalin emerged from smelly fart floated in by Margaret Thatcher, who wrote with bad grammar the Ann Summers catalogue. God hates Ben because Vishnu told God about the many dead hookers unable doing gods orders to take the gnomes to eat red curry with Stalin and Thatcher even obama enjoyed the feeling of the cute intern, said God to Vishnu. God hated the gnomes but loved red curry.
MrFun started a thread that sucked donkey balls but Drake played along because he sucked the closest thing to his balls which would be his rancid, swollen bellend. After Drake realized he's a really confused gay he phoned Ben and they had phone sex, Ben feeling cleaner afterwards. A befuddled Apolyton moderator finally banned Ben for wanking all over the new floor boards in the Playboy Mansion. Then MrFun ate the Curry out of KHs' arse. Which was cleaner than one might expect. Anyway, Vishnu said to God,"four word chain stories, these are so awesome. I will send Jesus some more red curry which he hates, because it smells like ****."
MrFun was not amused. But the garden gnomes thought four words were far to few to make a decent sentence.
"Kyle's mum's a *****!" but that didn't stop Kyle from using her rolling-pin to bash Cartman. Let's not digress further, Cartman pulled a Kenny. Oh My God, they are eating her. And by her I mean Scott Tenorman's chili is made from his parents. And also his pubes. Titus Andronicus liked the coarse curly black fibers from my testicular region soaking in red curry.
Then the next day badgers! My God, they bit my pee hole! Lacking pubes to protect himself, HC placed his hand deep inside rah's manly looking coin purse and pulled out incriminating cherry toaster strudel pastries from the bakery robbery which the garden gnomes transmogrified into antimatter positronic victoria secrets pushup bras which could keep the badgers' tits from drooping. Tantalized by their furry red curry, the Gnomes showed their cannibalistic side towards Albie's virgin zone like a honeybadger to to to today JUNIOR!
With little remorse, Alpert took out his gigantic coloring book and proceeded to unleash his schlong drawing apparatus, which had very little ink. Trying to replicate a wrench he got it pinched. The ladies were impressed.
"Bah, women!" said Albie.
"Baaa-aa-aa, sheep!" said MOBIUS.
Why is this thread so crappy. Needs porn like a Polytubby needs a girlfriend in Philadelphia.
Act 2: Rah saw an insanely big throbbing headache from reading this lying in bed with the lights turned off with garden gnomes lurking in the garden. A handsome young stallion gent whose throat was hoarse from chain-smoking 2 packs was riding a packhorse in manners forbidden by the Horse Riders Association. KrazyHorse was unaware that unlawful use of packhorses as sexual partners, was "I like hermaphroditic dwarves"-level asshattery. Nevertheless, he used his knowledge of statistical analysis to discover nothing.
A Philadelphian man said, "Happy Birthday GePap." This became a different, more sinister message when he abruptly unbuttoned his velvet smoking jacket. The smoke from the jacket obscured his pencil sized moustache, the Boston Blackie, as small as his retarded-looking Vespa scooter ridden by Hauldren Collider. The Philadelphian man tookCaptain of Team Apolyton - ISDG 2012
When I was younger I thought curfews were silly, but now as the daughter of a young woman, I appreciate them. - Rah
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