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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. "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"
"No, toupee, look
 
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"
"No, toupee, look it's got nits
 
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"
"No, toupee, look it's got nits and a new
 
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"
"No, toupee, look it's got nits and a new set of staples"
 
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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. "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"
"No, toupee, look it's got nits and a new set of staples"
"that glow pink"
 
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"
"No, toupee, look it's got nits and a new set of staples"
"that glow pink"
Whilst all this
 
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"
"No, toupee, look it's got nits and a new set of staples"
"that glow pink"
Whilst all this dissolved into mushrooms
 
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"
"No, toupee, look it's got nits and a new set of staples"
"that glow pink"
Whilst all this dissolved into mushrooms, the Pixie's plotted
 
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"
"No, toupee, look it's got nits and a new set of staples"
"that glow pink"
Whilst all this dissolved into mushrooms, the Pixie's plotted their revenge on
 
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"
"No, toupee, look it's got nits and a new set of staples"
"that glow pink"
Whilst all this dissolved into mushrooms, the Pixie's plotted their revenge on the Imperial Gnome
 
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"
"No, toupee, look it's got nits and a new set of staples"
"that glow pink"
Whilst all this dissolved into mushrooms, the Pixie's plotted their revenge on the Imperial Gnome and his 10,000
 
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"
"No, toupee, look it's got nits and a new set of staples"
"that glow pink"
Whilst all this dissolved into mushrooms, the Pixie's plotted their revenge on the Imperial Gnome and his 10,000 elite ballerina guard
 
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"
"No, toupee, look it's got nits and a new set of staples"
"that glow pink"
Whilst all this dissolved into mushrooms, the Pixie's plotted their revenge on the Imperial Gnome and his 10,000 elite ballerina guard, who hated ballerina's.
 
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"
"No, toupee, look it's got nits and a new set of staples"
"that glow pink"
Whilst all this dissolved into mushrooms, the Pixie's plotted their revenge on the Imperial Gnome and his 10,000 elite ballerina guard, who hated ballerina's. Meanwhile the peacock
 
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"
"No, toupee, look it's got nits and a new set of staples"
"that glow pink"
Whilst all this dissolved into mushrooms, the Pixie's plotted their revenge on the Imperial Gnome and his 10,000 elite ballerina guard, who hated ballerina's. Meanwhile the peacock mounted the fairies
 
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"
"No, toupee, look it's got nits and a new set of staples"
"that glow pink"
Whilst all this dissolved into mushrooms, the Pixie's plotted their revenge on the Imperial Gnome and his 10,000 elite ballerina guard, who hated ballerina's. Meanwhile the peacock mounted the fairies using traditional techniques
 
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"
"No, toupee, look it's got nits and a new set of staples"
"that glow pink"
Whilst all this dissolved into mushrooms, the Pixie's plotted their revenge on the Imperial Gnome and his 10,000 elite ballerina guard, who hated ballerina's. Meanwhile the peacock mounted the fairies using traditional techniques. They held onto
 
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"
"No, toupee, look it's got nits and a new set of staples"
"that glow pink"
Whilst all this dissolved into mushrooms, the Pixie's plotted their revenge on the Imperial Gnome and his 10,000 elite ballerina guard, who hated ballerina's. Meanwhile the peacock mounted the fairies using traditional techniques. They held onto dreams like fish,
 
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"
"No, toupee, look it's got nits and a new set of staples"
"that glow pink"
Whilst all this dissolved into mushrooms, the Pixie's plotted their revenge on the Imperial Gnome and his 10,000 elite ballerina guard, who hated ballerina's. Meanwhile the peacock mounted the fairies using traditional techniques. They held onto dreams like fish, flapping in the
 
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"
"No, toupee, look it's got nits and a new set of staples"
"that glow pink"
Whilst all this dissolved into mushrooms, the Pixie's plotted their revenge on the Imperial Gnome and his 10,000 elite ballerina guard, who hated ballerina's. Meanwhile the peacock mounted the fairies using traditional techniques. They held onto dreams like fish, flapping in the ether of space
 
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