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My ham sandwich was very limp from wet lettuce and pouring rain, as per normal.
I put it near the fire. Aliens landed nearby to investigate my rectum. It hurt. But not as hot coals feel when strategically placed on top of my prized knife and inserted deeply into my ear. The smell was really mouth watering. "Ok" I said "Now who will tell the aliens they can't stay? Then the aliens won't take our prize winning elephants". Suddenly a bullet screeched past my Aunt's Dad's Cousin, who jumped into the bushes, where aliens where waiting, "Ahh crap, not stinging nettles on top of pitchforks". A lot of big, fat,scary, hog eating, giant geriatrics practising their fire lighting by urinating on chemical reaction started explosives, leapt to her aid. Meanwhile in some old canvas trousers, standing stiffly while doodling on an old discarded my little pony.
He remarked "hello there, what are those interesting little people coming out of your nostril? "My brain slaves" came a voice, quickly silenced by my rumbling stomach. The slaves climbed onto my lip which was bleeding bright green algae which looked worryingly like my Aunts' prize winning custard coloured pie stained with an opinel.
Underfoot...the ground smiled with legs deformed by rickets and then it opened up and grew giant pink skinks that stunk like a bushcrafters.
Meanwhile in Nashville, Elvis's ghost was supping jack daniels, whilst thinking about burger based rituals
 
My ham sandwich was very limp from wet lettuce and pouring rain, as per normal.
I put it near the fire. Aliens landed nearby to investigate my rectum. It hurt. But not as hot coals feel when strategically placed on top of my prized knife and inserted deeply into my ear. The smell was really mouth watering. "Ok" I said "Now who will tell the aliens they can't stay? Then the aliens won't take our prize winning elephants". Suddenly a bullet screeched past my Aunt's Dad's Cousin, who jumped into the bushes, where aliens where waiting, "Ahh crap, not stinging nettles on top of pitchforks". A lot of big, fat,scary, hog eating, giant geriatrics practising their fire lighting by urinating on chemical reaction started explosives, leapt to her aid. Meanwhile in some old canvas trousers, standing stiffly while doodling on an old discarded my little pony.
He remarked "hello there, what are those interesting little people coming out of your nostril? "My brain slaves" came a voice, quickly silenced by my rumbling stomach. The slaves climbed onto my lip which was bleeding bright green algae which looked worryingly like my Aunts' prize winning custard coloured pie stained with an opinel.
Underfoot...the ground smiled with legs deformed by rickets and then it opened up and grew giant pink skinks that stunk like a bushcrafters.
Meanwhile in Nashville, Elvis's ghost was supping jack daniels, whilst thinking about burger based rituals. "This aint all
 
My ham sandwich was very limp from wet lettuce and pouring rain, as per normal.
I put it near the fire. Aliens landed nearby to investigate my rectum. It hurt. But not as hot coals feel when strategically placed on top of my prized knife and inserted deeply into my ear. The smell was really mouth watering. "Ok" I said "Now who will tell the aliens they can't stay? Then the aliens won't take our prize winning elephants". Suddenly a bullet screeched past my Aunt's Dad's Cousin, who jumped into the bushes, where aliens where waiting, "Ahh crap, not stinging nettles on top of pitchforks". A lot of big, fat,scary, hog eating, giant geriatrics practising their fire lighting by urinating on chemical reaction started explosives, leapt to her aid. Meanwhile in some old canvas trousers, standing stiffly while doodling on an old discarded my little pony.
He remarked "hello there, what are those interesting little people coming out of your nostril? "My brain slaves" came a voice, quickly silenced by my rumbling stomach. The slaves climbed onto my lip which was bleeding bright green algae which looked worryingly like my Aunts' prize winning custard coloured pie stained with an opinel.
Underfoot...the ground smiled with legs deformed by rickets and then it opened up and grew giant pink skinks that stunk like a bushcrafters.
Meanwhile in Nashville, Elvis's ghost was supping jack daniels, whilst thinking about burger based rituals. "This aint all Ding-Dang-Doo!!
 
My ham sandwich was very limp from wet lettuce and pouring rain, as per normal.
I put it near the fire. Aliens landed nearby to investigate my rectum. It hurt. But not as hot coals feel when strategically placed on top of my prized knife and inserted deeply into my ear. The smell was really mouth watering. "Ok" I said "Now who will tell the aliens they can't stay? Then the aliens won't take our prize winning elephants". Suddenly a bullet screeched past my Aunt's Dad's Cousin, who jumped into the bushes, where aliens where waiting, "Ahh crap, not stinging nettles on top of pitchforks". A lot of big, fat,scary, hog eating, giant geriatrics practising their fire lighting by urinating on chemical reaction started explosives, leapt to her aid. Meanwhile in some old canvas trousers, standing stiffly while doodling on an old discarded my little pony.
He remarked "hello there, what are those interesting little people coming out of your nostril? "My brain slaves" came a voice, quickly silenced by my rumbling stomach. The slaves climbed onto my lip which was bleeding bright green algae which looked worryingly like my Aunts' prize winning custard coloured pie stained with an opinel.
Underfoot...the ground smiled with legs deformed by rickets and then it opened up and grew giant pink skinks that stunk like a bushcrafters.
Meanwhile in Nashville, Elvis's ghost was supping jack daniels, whilst thinking about burger based rituals. "This aint all Ding-Dang-Doo!!" he commented cryptically
 
My ham sandwich was very limp from wet lettuce and pouring rain, as per normal.
I put it near the fire. Aliens landed nearby to investigate my rectum. It hurt. But not as hot coals feel when strategically placed on top of my prized knife and inserted deeply into my ear. The smell was really mouth watering. "Ok" I said "Now who will tell the aliens they can't stay? Then the aliens won't take our prize winning elephants". Suddenly a bullet screeched past my Aunt's Dad's Cousin, who jumped into the bushes, where aliens where waiting, "Ahh crap, not stinging nettles on top of pitchforks". A lot of big, fat,scary, hog eating, giant geriatrics practising their fire lighting by urinating on chemical reaction started explosives, leapt to her aid. Meanwhile in some old canvas trousers, standing stiffly while doodling on an old discarded my little pony.
He remarked "hello there, what are those interesting little people coming out of your nostril? "My brain slaves" came a voice, quickly silenced by my rumbling stomach. The slaves climbed onto my lip which was bleeding bright green algae which looked worryingly like my Aunts' prize winning custard coloured pie stained with an opinel.
Underfoot...the ground smiled with legs deformed by rickets and then it opened up and grew giant pink skinks that stunk like a bushcrafters.
Meanwhile in Nashville, Elvis's ghost was supping jack daniels, whilst thinking about burger based rituals. "This aint all Ding-Dang-Doo!!" he commented cryptically, whilst he voraciously
 
My ham sandwich was very limp from wet lettuce and pouring rain, as per normal.
I put it near the fire. Aliens landed nearby to investigate my rectum. It hurt. But not as hot coals feel when strategically placed on top of my prized knife and inserted deeply into my ear. The smell was really mouth watering. "Ok" I said "Now who will tell the aliens they can't stay? Then the aliens won't take our prize winning elephants". Suddenly a bullet screeched past my Aunt's Dad's Cousin, who jumped into the bushes, where aliens where waiting, "Ahh crap, not stinging nettles on top of pitchforks". A lot of big, fat,scary, hog eating, giant geriatrics practising their fire lighting by urinating on chemical reaction started explosives, leapt to her aid. Meanwhile in some old canvas trousers, standing stiffly while doodling on an old discarded my little pony.
He remarked "hello there, what are those interesting little people coming out of your nostril? "My brain slaves" came a voice, quickly silenced by my rumbling stomach. The slaves climbed onto my lip which was bleeding bright green algae which looked worryingly like my Aunts' prize winning custard coloured pie stained with an opinel.
Underfoot...the ground smiled with legs deformed by rickets and then it opened up and grew giant pink skinks that stunk like a bushcrafters.
Meanwhile in Nashville, Elvis's ghost was supping jack daniels, whilst thinking about burger based rituals. "This aint all Ding-Dang-Doo!!" he commented cryptically, whilst he voraciously ate 煮豆,
 
My ham sandwich was very limp from wet lettuce and pouring rain, as per normal.
I put it near the fire. Aliens landed nearby to investigate my rectum. It hurt. But not as hot coals feel when strategically placed on top of my prized knife and inserted deeply into my ear. The smell was really mouth watering. "Ok" I said "Now who will tell the aliens they can't stay? Then the aliens won't take our prize winning elephants". Suddenly a bullet screeched past my Aunt's Dad's Cousin, who jumped into the bushes, where aliens where waiting, "Ahh crap, not stinging nettles on top of pitchforks". A lot of big, fat,scary, hog eating, giant geriatrics practising their fire lighting by urinating on chemical reaction started explosives, leapt to her aid. Meanwhile in some old canvas trousers, standing stiffly while doodling on an old discarded my little pony.
He remarked "hello there, what are those interesting little people coming out of your nostril? "My brain slaves" came a voice, quickly silenced by my rumbling stomach. The slaves climbed onto my lip which was bleeding bright green algae which looked worryingly like my Aunts' prize winning custard coloured pie stained with an opinel.
Underfoot...the ground smiled with legs deformed by rickets and then it opened up and grew giant pink skinks that stunk like a bushcrafters.
Meanwhile in Nashville, Elvis's ghost was supping jack daniels, whilst thinking about burger based rituals. "This aint all Ding-Dang-Doo!!" he commented cryptically, whilst he voraciously ate 煮豆, a number 37
 
My ham sandwich was very limp from wet lettuce and pouring rain, as per normal.
I put it near the fire. Aliens landed nearby to investigate my rectum. It hurt. But not as hot coals feel when strategically placed on top of my prized knife and inserted deeply into my ear. The smell was really mouth watering. "Ok" I said "Now who will tell the aliens they can't stay? Then the aliens won't take our prize winning elephants". Suddenly a bullet screeched past my Aunt's Dad's Cousin, who jumped into the bushes, where aliens where waiting, "Ahh crap, not stinging nettles on top of pitchforks". A lot of big, fat,scary, hog eating, giant geriatrics practising their fire lighting by urinating on chemical reaction started explosives, leapt to her aid. Meanwhile in some old canvas trousers, standing stiffly while doodling on an old discarded my little pony.
He remarked "hello there, what are those interesting little people coming out of your nostril? "My brain slaves" came a voice, quickly silenced by my rumbling stomach. The slaves climbed onto my lip which was bleeding bright green algae which looked worryingly like my Aunts' prize winning custard coloured pie stained with an opinel.
Underfoot...the ground smiled with legs deformed by rickets and then it opened up and grew giant pink skinks that stunk like a bushcrafters.
Meanwhile in Nashville, Elvis's ghost was supping jack daniels, whilst thinking about burger based rituals. "This aint all Ding-Dang-Doo!!" he commented cryptically, whilst he voraciously ate 煮豆, a number 37 clock work orange
 
My ham sandwich was very limp from wet lettuce and pouring rain, as per normal.
I put it near the fire. Aliens landed nearby to investigate my rectum. It hurt. But not as hot coals feel when strategically placed on top of my prized knife and inserted deeply into my ear. The smell was really mouth watering. "Ok" I said "Now who will tell the aliens they can't stay? Then the aliens won't take our prize winning elephants". Suddenly a bullet screeched past my Aunt's Dad's Cousin, who jumped into the bushes, where aliens where waiting, "Ahh crap, not stinging nettles on top of pitchforks". A lot of big, fat,scary, hog eating, giant geriatrics practising their fire lighting by urinating on chemical reaction started explosives, leapt to her aid. Meanwhile in some old canvas trousers, standing stiffly while doodling on an old discarded my little pony.
He remarked "hello there, what are those interesting little people coming out of your nostril? "My brain slaves" came a voice, quickly silenced by my rumbling stomach. The slaves climbed onto my lip which was bleeding bright green algae which looked worryingly like my Aunts' prize winning custard coloured pie stained with an opinel.
Underfoot...the ground smiled with legs deformed by rickets and then it opened up and grew giant pink skinks that stunk like a bushcrafters.
Meanwhile in Nashville, Elvis's ghost was supping jack daniels, whilst thinking about burger based rituals. "This aint all Ding-Dang-Doo!!" he commented cryptically, whilst he voraciously ate 煮豆, a number 37 clock work orange coloured ham sandwich.
 
My ham sandwich was very limp from wet lettuce and pouring rain, as per normal.
I put it near the fire. Aliens landed nearby to investigate my rectum. It hurt. But not as hot coals feel when strategically placed on top of my prized knife and inserted deeply into my ear. The smell was really mouth watering. "Ok" I said "Now who will tell the aliens they can't stay? Then the aliens won't take our prize winning elephants". Suddenly a bullet screeched past my Aunt's Dad's Cousin, who jumped into the bushes, where aliens where waiting, "Ahh crap, not stinging nettles on top of pitchforks". A lot of big, fat,scary, hog eating, giant geriatrics practising their fire lighting by urinating on chemical reaction started explosives, leapt to her aid. Meanwhile in some old canvas trousers, standing stiffly while doodling on an old discarded my little pony.
He remarked "hello there, what are those interesting little people coming out of your nostril? "My brain slaves" came a voice, quickly silenced by my rumbling stomach. The slaves climbed onto my lip which was bleeding bright green algae which looked worryingly like my Aunts' prize winning custard coloured pie stained with an opinel.
Underfoot...the ground smiled with legs deformed by rickets and then it opened up and grew giant pink skinks that stunk like a bushcrafters.
Meanwhile in Nashville, Elvis's ghost was supping jack daniels, whilst thinking about burger based rituals. "This aint all Ding-Dang-Doo!!" he commented cryptically, whilst he voraciously ate 煮豆, a number 37 clock work orange coloured ham sandwich.
"Yuck, millipede flavour!"
 
My ham sandwich was very limp from wet lettuce and pouring rain, as per normal.
I put it near the fire. Aliens landed nearby to investigate my rectum. It hurt. But not as hot coals feel when strategically placed on top of my prized knife and inserted deeply into my ear. The smell was really mouth watering. "Ok" I said "Now who will tell the aliens they can't stay? Then the aliens won't take our prize winning elephants". Suddenly a bullet screeched past my Aunt's Dad's Cousin, who jumped into the bushes, where aliens where waiting, "Ahh crap, not stinging nettles on top of pitchforks". A lot of big, fat,scary, hog eating, giant geriatrics practising their fire lighting by urinating on chemical reaction started explosives, leapt to her aid. Meanwhile in some old canvas trousers, standing stiffly while doodling on an old discarded my little pony.
He remarked "hello there, what are those interesting little people coming out of your nostril? "My brain slaves" came a voice, quickly silenced by my rumbling stomach. The slaves climbed onto my lip which was bleeding bright green algae which looked worryingly like my Aunts' prize winning custard coloured pie stained with an opinel.
Underfoot...the ground smiled with legs deformed by rickets and then it opened up and grew giant pink skinks that stunk like a bushcrafters.
Meanwhile in Nashville, Elvis's ghost was supping jack daniels, whilst thinking about burger based rituals. "This aint all Ding-Dang-Doo!!" he commented cryptically, whilst he voraciously ate 煮豆, a number 37 clock work orange coloured ham sandwich.
"Yuck, millipede flavour!". He spat it
 
My ham sandwich was very limp from wet lettuce and pouring rain, as per normal.
I put it near the fire. Aliens landed nearby to investigate my rectum. It hurt. But not as hot coals feel when strategically placed on top of my prized knife and inserted deeply into my ear. The smell was really mouth watering. "Ok" I said "Now who will tell the aliens they can't stay? Then the aliens won't take our prize winning elephants". Suddenly a bullet screeched past my Aunt's Dad's Cousin, who jumped into the bushes, where aliens where waiting, "Ahh crap, not stinging nettles on top of pitchforks". A lot of big, fat,scary, hog eating, giant geriatrics practising their fire lighting by urinating on chemical reaction started explosives, leapt to her aid. Meanwhile in some old canvas trousers, standing stiffly while doodling on an old discarded my little pony.
He remarked "hello there, what are those interesting little people coming out of your nostril? "My brain slaves" came a voice, quickly silenced by my rumbling stomach. The slaves climbed onto my lip which was bleeding bright green algae which looked worryingly like my Aunts' prize winning custard coloured pie stained with an opinel.
Underfoot...the ground smiled with legs deformed by rickets and then it opened up and grew giant pink skinks that stunk like a bushcrafters.
Meanwhile in Nashville, Elvis's ghost was supping jack daniels, whilst thinking about burger based rituals. "This aint all Ding-Dang-Doo!!" he commented cryptically, whilst he voraciously ate 煮豆, a number 37 clock work orange coloured ham sandwich.
"Yuck, millipede flavour!". He spat it out, all over
 
My ham sandwich was very limp from wet lettuce and pouring rain, as per normal.
I put it near the fire. Aliens landed nearby to investigate my rectum. It hurt. But not as hot coals feel when strategically placed on top of my prized knife and inserted deeply into my ear. The smell was really mouth watering. "Ok" I said "Now who will tell the aliens they can't stay? Then the aliens won't take our prize winning elephants". Suddenly a bullet screeched past my Aunt's Dad's Cousin, who jumped into the bushes, where aliens where waiting, "Ahh crap, not stinging nettles on top of pitchforks". A lot of big, fat,scary, hog eating, giant geriatrics practising their fire lighting by urinating on chemical reaction started explosives, leapt to her aid. Meanwhile in some old canvas trousers, standing stiffly while doodling on an old discarded my little pony.
He remarked "hello there, what are those interesting little people coming out of your nostril? "My brain slaves" came a voice, quickly silenced by my rumbling stomach. The slaves climbed onto my lip which was bleeding bright green algae which looked worryingly like my Aunts' prize winning custard coloured pie stained with an opinel.
Underfoot...the ground smiled with legs deformed by rickets and then it opened up and grew giant pink skinks that stunk like a bushcrafters.
Meanwhile in Nashville, Elvis's ghost was supping jack daniels, whilst thinking about burger based rituals. "This aint all Ding-Dang-Doo!!" he commented cryptically, whilst he voraciously ate 煮豆, a number 37 clock work orange coloured ham sandwich.
"Yuck, millipede flavour!". He spat it out, all over Lee Harvey Oswald
 
My ham sandwich was very limp from wet lettuce and pouring rain, as per normal.
I put it near the fire. Aliens landed nearby to investigate my rectum. It hurt. But not as hot coals feel when strategically placed on top of my prized knife and inserted deeply into my ear. The smell was really mouth watering. "Ok" I said "Now who will tell the aliens they can't stay? Then the aliens won't take our prize winning elephants". Suddenly a bullet screeched past my Aunt's Dad's Cousin, who jumped into the bushes, where aliens where waiting, "Ahh crap, not stinging nettles on top of pitchforks". A lot of big, fat,scary, hog eating, giant geriatrics practising their fire lighting by urinating on chemical reaction started explosives, leapt to her aid. Meanwhile in some old canvas trousers, standing stiffly while doodling on an old discarded my little pony.
He remarked "hello there, what are those interesting little people coming out of your nostril? "My brain slaves" came a voice, quickly silenced by my rumbling stomach. The slaves climbed onto my lip which was bleeding bright green algae which looked worryingly like my Aunts' prize winning custard coloured pie stained with an opinel.
Underfoot...the ground smiled with legs deformed by rickets and then it opened up and grew giant pink skinks that stunk like a bushcrafters.
Meanwhile in Nashville, Elvis's ghost was supping jack daniels, whilst thinking about burger based rituals. "This aint all Ding-Dang-Doo!!" he commented cryptically, whilst he voraciously ate 煮豆, a number 37 clock work orange coloured ham sandwich.
"Yuck, millipede flavour!". He spat it out, all over Lee Harvey Oswald
"Ahhhhhhhhh....You're not JFK!"
 
My ham sandwich was very limp from wet lettuce and pouring rain, as per normal.
I put it near the fire. Aliens landed nearby to investigate my rectum. It hurt. But not as hot coals feel when strategically placed on top of my prized knife and inserted deeply into my ear. The smell was really mouth watering. "Ok" I said "Now who will tell the aliens they can't stay? Then the aliens won't take our prize winning elephants". Suddenly a bullet screeched past my Aunt's Dad's Cousin, who jumped into the bushes, where aliens where waiting, "Ahh crap, not stinging nettles on top of pitchforks". A lot of big, fat,scary, hog eating, giant geriatrics practising their fire lighting by urinating on chemical reaction started explosives, leapt to her aid. Meanwhile in some old canvas trousers, standing stiffly while doodling on an old discarded my little pony.
He remarked "hello there, what are those interesting little people coming out of your nostril? "My brain slaves" came a voice, quickly silenced by my rumbling stomach. The slaves climbed onto my lip which was bleeding bright green algae which looked worryingly like my Aunts' prize winning custard coloured pie stained with an opinel.
Underfoot...the ground smiled with legs deformed by rickets and then it opened up and grew giant pink skinks that stunk like a bushcrafters.
Meanwhile in Nashville, Elvis's ghost was supping jack daniels, whilst thinking about burger based rituals. "This aint all Ding-Dang-Doo!!" he commented cryptically, whilst he voraciously ate 煮豆, a number 37 clock work orange coloured ham sandwich.
"Yuck, millipede flavour!". He spat it out, all over Lee Harvey Oswald
"Ahhhhhhhhh....You're not JFK!"
"This is so
 
My ham sandwich was very limp from wet lettuce and pouring rain, as per normal.
I put it near the fire. Aliens landed nearby to investigate my rectum. It hurt. But not as hot coals feel when strategically placed on top of my prized knife and inserted deeply into my ear. The smell was really mouth watering. "Ok" I said "Now who will tell the aliens they can't stay? Then the aliens won't take our prize winning elephants". Suddenly a bullet screeched past my Aunt's Dad's Cousin, who jumped into the bushes, where aliens where waiting, "Ahh crap, not stinging nettles on top of pitchforks". A lot of big, fat,scary, hog eating, giant geriatrics practising their fire lighting by urinating on chemical reaction started explosives, leapt to her aid. Meanwhile in some old canvas trousers, standing stiffly while doodling on an old discarded my little pony.
He remarked "hello there, what are those interesting little people coming out of your nostril? "My brain slaves" came a voice, quickly silenced by my rumbling stomach. The slaves climbed onto my lip which was bleeding bright green algae which looked worryingly like my Aunts' prize winning custard coloured pie stained with an opinel.
Underfoot...the ground smiled with legs deformed by rickets and then it opened up and grew giant pink skinks that stunk like a bushcrafters.
Meanwhile in Nashville, Elvis's ghost was supping jack daniels, whilst thinking about burger based rituals. "This aint all Ding-Dang-Doo!!" he commented cryptically, whilst he voraciously ate 煮豆, a number 37 clock work orange coloured ham sandwich.
"Yuck, millipede flavour!". He spat it out, all over Lee Harvey Oswald
"Ahhhhhhhhh....You're not JFK!"
"This is so cool dude" BANG....
 
My ham sandwich was very limp from wet lettuce and pouring rain, as per normal.
I put it near the fire. Aliens landed nearby to investigate my rectum. It hurt. But not as hot coals feel when strategically placed on top of my prized knife and inserted deeply into my ear. The smell was really mouth watering. "Ok" I said "Now who will tell the aliens they can't stay? Then the aliens won't take our prize winning elephants". Suddenly a bullet screeched past my Aunt's Dad's Cousin, who jumped into the bushes, where aliens where waiting, "Ahh crap, not stinging nettles on top of pitchforks". A lot of big, fat,scary, hog eating, giant geriatrics practising their fire lighting by urinating on chemical reaction started explosives, leapt to her aid. Meanwhile in some old canvas trousers, standing stiffly while doodling on an old discarded my little pony.
He remarked "hello there, what are those interesting little people coming out of your nostril? "My brain slaves" came a voice, quickly silenced by my rumbling stomach. The slaves climbed onto my lip which was bleeding bright green algae which looked worryingly like my Aunts' prize winning custard coloured pie stained with an opinel.
Underfoot...the ground smiled with legs deformed by rickets and then it opened up and grew giant pink skinks that stunk like a bushcrafters.
Meanwhile in Nashville, Elvis's ghost was supping jack daniels, whilst thinking about burger based rituals. "This aint all Ding-Dang-Doo!!" he commented cryptically, whilst he voraciously ate 煮豆, a number 37 clock work orange coloured ham sandwich.
"Yuck, millipede flavour!". He spat it out, all over Lee Harvey Oswald
"Ahhhhhhhhh....You're not JFK!"
"This is so cool dude" BANG.... the blighters dead
 
My ham sandwich was very limp from wet lettuce and pouring rain, as per normal.
I put it near the fire. Aliens landed nearby to investigate my rectum. It hurt. But not as hot coals feel when strategically placed on top of my prized knife and inserted deeply into my ear. The smell was really mouth watering. "Ok" I said "Now who will tell the aliens they can't stay? Then the aliens won't take our prize winning elephants". Suddenly a bullet screeched past my Aunt's Dad's Cousin, who jumped into the bushes, where aliens where waiting, "Ahh crap, not stinging nettles on top of pitchforks". A lot of big, fat,scary, hog eating, giant geriatrics practising their fire lighting by urinating on chemical reaction started explosives, leapt to her aid. Meanwhile in some old canvas trousers, standing stiffly while doodling on an old discarded my little pony.
He remarked "hello there, what are those interesting little people coming out of your nostril? "My brain slaves" came a voice, quickly silenced by my rumbling stomach. The slaves climbed onto my lip which was bleeding bright green algae which looked worryingly like my Aunts' prize winning custard coloured pie stained with an opinel.
Underfoot...the ground smiled with legs deformed by rickets and then it opened up and grew giant pink skinks that stunk like a bushcrafters.
Meanwhile in Nashville, Elvis's ghost was supping jack daniels, whilst thinking about burger based rituals. "This aint all Ding-Dang-Doo!!" he commented cryptically, whilst he voraciously ate 煮豆, a number 37 clock work orange coloured ham sandwich.
"Yuck, millipede flavour!". He spat it out, all over Lee Harvey Oswald
"Ahhhhhhhhh....You're not JFK!"
"This is so cool dude" BANG.... the blighters dead, I know lets
 
My ham sandwich was very limp from wet lettuce and pouring rain, as per normal.
I put it near the fire. Aliens landed nearby to investigate my rectum. It hurt. But not as hot coals feel when strategically placed on top of my prized knife and inserted deeply into my ear. The smell was really mouth watering. "Ok" I said "Now who will tell the aliens they can't stay? Then the aliens won't take our prize winning elephants". Suddenly a bullet screeched past my Aunt's Dad's Cousin, who jumped into the bushes, where aliens where waiting, "Ahh crap, not stinging nettles on top of pitchforks". A lot of big, fat,scary, hog eating, giant geriatrics practising their fire lighting by urinating on chemical reaction started explosives, leapt to her aid. Meanwhile in some old canvas trousers, standing stiffly while doodling on an old discarded my little pony.
He remarked "hello there, what are those interesting little people coming out of your nostril? "My brain slaves" came a voice, quickly silenced by my rumbling stomach. The slaves climbed onto my lip which was bleeding bright green algae which looked worryingly like my Aunts' prize winning custard coloured pie stained with an opinel.
Underfoot...the ground smiled with legs deformed by rickets and then it opened up and grew giant pink skinks that stunk like a bushcrafters.
Meanwhile in Nashville, Elvis's ghost was supping jack daniels, whilst thinking about burger based rituals. "This aint all Ding-Dang-Doo!!" he commented cryptically, whilst he voraciously ate 煮豆, a number 37 clock work orange coloured ham sandwich.
"Yuck, millipede flavour!". He spat it out, all over Lee Harvey Oswald
"Ahhhhhhhhh....You're not JFK!"
"This is so cool dude" BANG....
"The blighter's dead, I know lets nick his magic toupee"
 
My ham sandwich was very limp from wet lettuce and pouring rain, as per normal.
I put it near the fire. Aliens landed nearby to investigate my rectum. It hurt. But not as hot coals feel when strategically placed on top of my prized knife and inserted deeply into my ear. The smell was really mouth watering. "Ok" I said "Now who will tell the aliens they can't stay? Then the aliens won't take our prize winning elephants". Suddenly a bullet screeched past my Aunt's Dad's Cousin, who jumped into the bushes, where aliens where waiting, "Ahh crap, not stinging nettles on top of pitchforks". A lot of big, fat,scary, hog eating, giant geriatrics practising their fire lighting by urinating on chemical reaction started explosives, leapt to her aid. Meanwhile in some old canvas trousers, standing stiffly while doodling on an old discarded my little pony.
He remarked "hello there, what are those interesting little people coming out of your nostril? "My brain slaves" came a voice, quickly silenced by my rumbling stomach. The slaves climbed onto my lip which was bleeding bright green algae which looked worryingly like my Aunts' prize winning custard coloured pie stained with an opinel.
Underfoot...the ground smiled with legs deformed by rickets and then it opened up and grew giant pink skinks that stunk like a bushcrafters.
Meanwhile in Nashville, Elvis's ghost was supping jack daniels, whilst thinking about burger based rituals. "This aint all Ding-Dang-Doo!!" he commented cryptically, whilst he voraciously ate 煮豆, a number 37 clock work orange coloured ham sandwich.
"Yuck, millipede flavour!". He spat it out, all over Lee Harvey Oswald
"Ahhhhhhhhh....You're not JFK!"
"This is so cool dude" BANG....
"The blighter's dead, I know lets nick his magic toupee"
"A teepee? Interesting,
 
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