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socool for not adhering to the two word format

 

table lamp

 

and break

lamps*?

 

page 98

 

I'm not sure what is and what isnt the story anymore... how to continue?

 

Through CBT, Donkey Kong has a throbbing bon headache that caused him to violently slap table lamp(s?) and break...

 

my heart

 

into pieces.

Spoiler: Previous Stories

>There once was not one who plays brawl while also was looking for a hot, single furry.

>So that one who understands how to be a part of destroying all like a certain virus called ebola.

>It is gay to believe in the military because they don't believe in jumping.
>Consequently, soldiers had a hard time washing their new iPhone with bleach because of very small jumping muscles.
>Their iPhones were better off without constant insertion of large sausages into their gaping charging ports.
>The general loved his six chins and nine Twitter followers, so he hosted mukbangs where he removed sausages from his blind husband's orifices.
>In conclusion, we might like sausages when there aren't soldiers to invade Twitter feeds.

>When a circus clown starts eating, he becomes ceremonially unclean and begins to convulse violently and excrete ichor.
>He decided to perform his favorite George Bush fanfic play where he flies jets into massive manmade constructions in the "Big Apple."
>The performance was not sufficiently realistic because he melted steel in the buildings using your mom.

>Tom's forehead (9" long) is so enormous that it blocks all sunlight, it ruins everything ever, and it shines brightly even in the worst visual conditions.

>Lord Roke watches Tom as he simultaneously hangs 127 ____s [<-----insert your favorite protected group here] from a freeway overpass because he hates ____s. [<-----insert your favorite protected group here]

>Egg rolls are too crunchy to shove down orifices without having to cover them in thick horse milk and slather it on exceedingly liberally.

>Creeper, aw man.

>rmure, mining away, pondered life whilst sitting on a hill.
>This hill is very squishy because of its excessive amounts of blue color Tide PODS.

>There once was a dude named Romkelolol McFuriluvr.
>Romkelolol McFuriluvr enjoyed furry things such as furries whilst making good things with furries.
>They were also doing something bad that involved, in the strangest way, drug dealing.

>The drugs are in my neighbor's basement with randomcitizen1's mom.
>His mom doesn't know.

>You idiots are so amazing as to continue to spew out amazing amounts of yummy ****, that my mother doesn't love me, but she, instead, only eats disgusting bok choy because she hates your salad dressing from hell.
>She was just saying a real table lamp with lines of cocaine inside of her lampshade of death.
>Nevertheless, she was okay with me doing really kinky **** in my bedroom with the dog kennel that contains some bondage implements.

>I am super indignant about the rise of anarchist cats and the way they look like '60s hippies.

>All dogs don't go for women; instead, they prefer men because men appeal more to the rational faculties.

>It took slave labor to begin roasting enough little children with foreheads made of something that's genetically engineered by monkeys to function an advanced purpose of increasing tastiness of bananas.

>Why don't we have fully autonomous ball scratchers when we need them to overthrow the authoritarian ruling class who own itch-inducing Flex Tape Premium Edition?
>Then we need to ask why ball scratchers were bad to understand the fact that we were not in possession of a ball scratcher.

>Through CBT, Donkey Kong has a throbbing bon headache that caused him to violently slap table lamp(s?) and break my heart into pieces.

 

I love

 

it when

 

my stepbro

 

and I

 

3

 

5

 

win the

 

game of

 

*tempted to ruin this sentence with something ****ed up*

the wacky

 

carnival stand
(I like how we all danced around specifying what this individual and their stepbro love. :v)

 

gay sex

 

dart throw. (lmao)

Spoiler: Previous Stories

>There once was not one who plays brawl while also was looking for a hot, single furry.

>So that one who understands how to be a part of destroying all like a certain virus called ebola.

>It is gay to believe in the military because they don't believe in jumping.
>Consequently, soldiers had a hard time washing their new iPhone with bleach because of very small jumping muscles.
>Their iPhones were better off without constant insertion of large sausages into their gaping charging ports.
>The general loved his six chins and nine Twitter followers, so he hosted mukbangs where he removed sausages from his blind husband's orifices.
>In conclusion, we might like sausages when there aren't soldiers to invade Twitter feeds.

>When a circus clown starts eating, he becomes ceremonially unclean and begins to convulse violently and excrete ichor.
>He decided to perform his favorite George Bush fanfic play where he flies jets into massive manmade constructions in the "Big Apple."
>The performance was not sufficiently realistic because he melted steel in the buildings using your mom.

>Tom's forehead (9" long) is so enormous that it blocks all sunlight, it ruins everything ever, and it shines brightly even in the worst visual conditions.

>Lord Roke watches Tom as he simultaneously hangs 127 ____s [<-----insert your favorite protected group here] from a freeway overpass because he hates ____s. [<-----insert your favorite protected group here]

>Egg rolls are too crunchy to shove down orifices without having to cover them in thick horse milk and slather it on exceedingly liberally.

>Creeper, aw man.

>rmure, mining away, pondered life whilst sitting on a hill.
>This hill is very squishy because of its excessive amounts of blue color Tide PODS.

>There once was a dude named Romkelolol McFuriluvr.
>Romkelolol McFuriluvr enjoyed furry things such as furries whilst making good things with furries.
>They were also doing something bad that involved, in the strangest way, drug dealing.

>The drugs are in my neighbor's basement with randomcitizen1's mom.
>His mom doesn't know.

>You idiots are so amazing as to continue to spew out amazing amounts of yummy ****, that my mother doesn't love me, but she, instead, only eats disgusting bok choy because she hates your salad dressing from hell.
>She was just saying a real table lamp with lines of cocaine inside of her lampshade of death.
>Nevertheless, she was okay with me doing really kinky **** in my bedroom with the dog kennel that contains some bondage implements.

>I am super indignant about the rise of anarchist cats and the way they look like '60s hippies.

>All dogs don't go for women; instead, they prefer men because men appeal more to the rational faculties.

>It took slave labor to begin roasting enough little children with foreheads made of something that's genetically engineered by monkeys to function an advanced purpose of increasing tastiness of bananas.

>Why don't we have fully autonomous ball scratchers when we need them to overthrow the authoritarian ruling class who own itch-inducing Flex Tape Premium Edition?
>Then we need to ask why ball scratchers were bad to understand the fact that we were not in possession of a ball scratcher.

>Through CBT, Donkey Kong has a throbbing bon headache that caused him to violently slap table lamp(s?) and break my heart into pieces.

>I love it when my stepbro and I win the game of the wacky carnival stand gay sex dart throw.