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Cutter, bar me please" said Bah'humbug. "No way, porcupines in drag costumes are ugly! But, considering the way they lurk when mutants attach fish-heads to their scrotum pubes, eventually they will...URGH...!"
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into
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Posted 27 October 2008 - 05:49 PM
'Tell me, Tool, what dominates your thoughts?'
The Imass shrugged before replying. 'I think of Mafia, Adjunct.'
'Do all Imass think about Mafia?'
'No. Few think at all.'
'Why is that?'
The Imass leaned his head to one side and regarded her. 'Because, Adjunct, they are sheeple.'
Sometimes I wonder, "Why is that frisbee getting bigger?" ... and then it hits me.
The Imass shrugged before replying. 'I think of Mafia, Adjunct.'
'Do all Imass think about Mafia?'
'No. Few think at all.'
'Why is that?'
The Imass leaned his head to one side and regarded her. 'Because, Adjunct, they are sheeple.'
Sometimes I wonder, "Why is that frisbee getting bigger?" ... and then it hits me.
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Posted 27 October 2008 - 05:50 PM
Cutter, bar me please" said Bah'humbug. "No way, porcupines in drag costumes are ugly! But, considering the way they lurk when mutants attach fish-heads to their scrotum pubes, eventually they will...URGH...!"
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the
“People have wanted to narrate since first we banged rocks together & wondered about fire. There’ll be tellings as long as there are any of us here, until the stars disappear one by one like turned-out lights.”
- China Mieville
- China Mieville
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Posted 27 October 2008 - 05:53 PM
Cutter, bar me please" said Bah'humbug. "No way, porcupines in drag costumes are ugly! But, considering the way they lurk when mutants attach fish-heads to their scrotum pubes, eventually they will...URGH...!"
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground.
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground.
'Tell me, Tool, what dominates your thoughts?'
The Imass shrugged before replying. 'I think of Mafia, Adjunct.'
'Do all Imass think about Mafia?'
'No. Few think at all.'
'Why is that?'
The Imass leaned his head to one side and regarded her. 'Because, Adjunct, they are sheeple.'
Sometimes I wonder, "Why is that frisbee getting bigger?" ... and then it hits me.
The Imass shrugged before replying. 'I think of Mafia, Adjunct.'
'Do all Imass think about Mafia?'
'No. Few think at all.'
'Why is that?'
The Imass leaned his head to one side and regarded her. 'Because, Adjunct, they are sheeple.'
Sometimes I wonder, "Why is that frisbee getting bigger?" ... and then it hits me.
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Posted 27 October 2008 - 06:00 PM
Cutter, bar me please" said Bah'humbug. "No way, porcupines in drag costumes are ugly! But, considering the way they lurk when mutants attach fish-heads to their scrotum pubes, eventually they will...URGH...!"
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas,
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas,
“People have wanted to narrate since first we banged rocks together & wondered about fire. There’ll be tellings as long as there are any of us here, until the stars disappear one by one like turned-out lights.”
- China Mieville
- China Mieville
#205
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Posted 27 October 2008 - 08:29 PM
Cutter, bar me please" said Bah'humbug. "No way, porcupines in drag costumes are ugly! But, considering the way they lurk when mutants attach fish-heads to their scrotum pubes, eventually they will...URGH...!"
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers
souls are for wimps
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Posted 27 October 2008 - 08:33 PM
Cutter, bar me please" said Bah'humbug. "No way, porcupines in drag costumes are ugly! But, considering the way they lurk when mutants attach fish-heads to their scrotum pubes, eventually they will...URGH...!"
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers pranced
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers pranced
“People have wanted to narrate since first we banged rocks together & wondered about fire. There’ll be tellings as long as there are any of us here, until the stars disappear one by one like turned-out lights.”
- China Mieville
- China Mieville
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Posted 27 October 2008 - 09:16 PM
Cutter, bar me please" said Bah'humbug. "No way, porcupines in drag costumes are ugly! But, considering the way they lurk when mutants attach fish-heads to their scrotum pubes, eventually they will...URGH...!"
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers pranced with
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers pranced with
The price is wrong bitch!
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Posted 27 October 2008 - 09:56 PM
Cutter, bar me please" said Bah'humbug. "No way, porcupines in drag costumes are ugly! But, considering the way they lurk when mutants attach fish-heads to their scrotum pubes, eventually they will...URGH...!"
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers pranced with mincing
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers pranced with mincing
souls are for wimps
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Posted 27 October 2008 - 10:01 PM
Cutter, bar me please" said Bah'humbug. "No way, porcupines in drag costumes are ugly! But, considering the way they lurk when mutants attach fish-heads to their scrotum pubes, eventually they will...URGH...!"
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers pranced with mincing roadkill
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers pranced with mincing roadkill
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I would like to know if Steve have ever tasted anything like the quorl white milk, that knocked the bb's out.
A: Nope, but I gots me a good imagination.
A: Nope, but I gots me a good imagination.
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Posted 27 October 2008 - 10:07 PM
Cutter, bar me please" said Bah'humbug. "No way, porcupines in drag costumes are ugly! But, considering the way they lurk when mutants attach fish-heads to their scrotum pubes, eventually they will...URGH...!"
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers pranced with mincing roadkill sandwiches.
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers pranced with mincing roadkill sandwiches.
souls are for wimps
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Posted 27 October 2008 - 10:34 PM
Cutter, bar me please" said Bah'humbug. "No way, porcupines in drag costumes are ugly! But, considering the way they lurk when mutants attach fish-heads to their scrotum pubes, eventually they will...URGH...!"
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers pranced with mincing roadkill sandwiches. Gazumped,
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers pranced with mincing roadkill sandwiches. Gazumped,
Don't look now, but I think there's something weird attached to the bottom of my posts.
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Posted 27 October 2008 - 10:44 PM
Cutter, bar me please" said Bah'humbug. "No way, porcupines in drag costumes are ugly! But, considering the way they lurk when mutants attach fish-heads to their scrotum pubes, eventually they will...URGH...!"
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers pranced with mincing roadkill sandwiches. Gazumped, Gertrude
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers pranced with mincing roadkill sandwiches. Gazumped, Gertrude
souls are for wimps
#213
bwgan
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Posted 28 October 2008 - 01:21 PM
Cutter, bar me please" said Bah'humbug. "No way, porcupines in drag costumes are ugly! But, considering the way they lurk when mutants attach fish-heads to their scrotum pubes, eventually they will...URGH...!"
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers pranced with mincing roadkill sandwiches. Gazumped, Gertrude bought
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers pranced with mincing roadkill sandwiches. Gazumped, Gertrude bought
'Tell me, Tool, what dominates your thoughts?'
The Imass shrugged before replying. 'I think of Mafia, Adjunct.'
'Do all Imass think about Mafia?'
'No. Few think at all.'
'Why is that?'
The Imass leaned his head to one side and regarded her. 'Because, Adjunct, they are sheeple.'
Sometimes I wonder, "Why is that frisbee getting bigger?" ... and then it hits me.
The Imass shrugged before replying. 'I think of Mafia, Adjunct.'
'Do all Imass think about Mafia?'
'No. Few think at all.'
'Why is that?'
The Imass leaned his head to one side and regarded her. 'Because, Adjunct, they are sheeple.'
Sometimes I wonder, "Why is that frisbee getting bigger?" ... and then it hits me.
#214
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Posted 28 October 2008 - 05:30 PM
Cutter, bar me please" said Bah'humbug. "No way, porcupines in drag costumes are ugly! But, considering the way they lurk when mutants attach fish-heads to their scrotum pubes, eventually they will...URGH...!"
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers pranced with mincing roadkill sandwiches. Gazumped, Gertrude bought 2.65
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers pranced with mincing roadkill sandwiches. Gazumped, Gertrude bought 2.65
The price is wrong bitch!
#215
SonOfDarkness
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Posted 28 October 2008 - 07:20 PM
Cutter, bar me please" said Bah'humbug. "No way, porcupines in drag costumes are ugly! But, considering the way they lurk when mutants attach fish-heads to their scrotum pubes, eventually they will...URGH...!"
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers pranced with mincing roadkill sandwiches. Gazumped, Gertrude bought 2.65 Pounds
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers pranced with mincing roadkill sandwiches. Gazumped, Gertrude bought 2.65 Pounds
#216
bwgan
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Posted 28 October 2008 - 09:43 PM
Cutter, bar me please" said Bah'humbug. "No way, porcupines in drag costumes are ugly! But, considering the way they lurk when mutants attach fish-heads to their scrotum pubes, eventually they will...URGH...!"
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers pranced with mincing roadkill sandwiches. Gazumped, Gertrude bought 2.65 Pounds of
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers pranced with mincing roadkill sandwiches. Gazumped, Gertrude bought 2.65 Pounds of
'Tell me, Tool, what dominates your thoughts?'
The Imass shrugged before replying. 'I think of Mafia, Adjunct.'
'Do all Imass think about Mafia?'
'No. Few think at all.'
'Why is that?'
The Imass leaned his head to one side and regarded her. 'Because, Adjunct, they are sheeple.'
Sometimes I wonder, "Why is that frisbee getting bigger?" ... and then it hits me.
The Imass shrugged before replying. 'I think of Mafia, Adjunct.'
'Do all Imass think about Mafia?'
'No. Few think at all.'
'Why is that?'
The Imass leaned his head to one side and regarded her. 'Because, Adjunct, they are sheeple.'
Sometimes I wonder, "Why is that frisbee getting bigger?" ... and then it hits me.
#217
frookenhauer
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Posted 28 October 2008 - 09:51 PM
Cutter, bar me please" said Bah'humbug. "No way, porcupines in drag costumes are ugly! But, considering the way they lurk when mutants attach fish-heads to their scrotum pubes, eventually they will...URGH...!"
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers pranced with mincing roadkill sandwiches. Gazumped, Gertrude bought 2.65 Pounds immediately!
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers pranced with mincing roadkill sandwiches. Gazumped, Gertrude bought 2.65 Pounds immediately!
souls are for wimps
#218
D'rek
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Posted 29 October 2008 - 04:24 PM
Too slow Frookenhauer! Just insert your word into the gap next time you come to the thread...
Cutter, bar me please" said Bah'humbug. "No way, porcupines in drag costumes are ugly! But, considering the way they lurk when mutants attach fish-heads to their scrotum pubes, eventually they will...URGH...!"
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers pranced with mincing roadkill sandwiches. Gazumped, Gertrude bought 2.65 Pounds of [Frook's word] fruitiliciously.
Cutter, bar me please" said Bah'humbug. "No way, porcupines in drag costumes are ugly! But, considering the way they lurk when mutants attach fish-heads to their scrotum pubes, eventually they will...URGH...!"
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers pranced with mincing roadkill sandwiches. Gazumped, Gertrude bought 2.65 Pounds of [Frook's word] fruitiliciously.
worrywort, on 14 September 2012 - 08:07 PM, said:
I kinda love it when D'rek unleashes her nerd wrath, as I knew she would here. Sorry innocent bystanders, but someone's gotta be the kindling.
#219
frookenhauer
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Posted 30 October 2008 - 12:13 AM
what the hell am I supposed to put in there?!? 
Cutter, bar me please" said Bah'humbug. "No way, porcupines in drag costumes are ugly! But, considering the way they lurk when mutants attach fish-heads to their scrotum pubes, eventually they will...URGH...!"
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers pranced with mincing roadkill sandwiches. Gazumped, Gertrude bought 2.65 Pounds of rampant fruitiliciously.
Cutter, bar me please" said Bah'humbug. "No way, porcupines in drag costumes are ugly! But, considering the way they lurk when mutants attach fish-heads to their scrotum pubes, eventually they will...URGH...!"
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers pranced with mincing roadkill sandwiches. Gazumped, Gertrude bought 2.65 Pounds of rampant fruitiliciously.
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Posted 30 October 2008 - 10:55 AM
Cutter, bar me please" said Bah'humbug. "No way, porcupines in drag costumes are ugly! But, considering the way they lurk when mutants attach fish-heads to their scrotum pubes, eventually they will...URGH...!"
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers pranced with mincing roadkill sandwiches. Gazumped, Gertrude bought 2.65 Pounds of rampant fruitiliciously. Errant
Mezla stroked multiple heads of weed that once were used by a vegetarian Tyrant to alleviate the headache caused by spoiled medicine.
"Why are Jaghut so awesome?"
Bah'humbug incoherently tried to explain. He had trouble remembering what Jaghut were.
Mezla farted on him so loudly Bah'humbug applauded.
Neighbours glanced enviously, in colourful pyjamas, with rage in their boots.
Who could possibly write a shittier one than this elegant piece dedicated to Shadowthrone.
Speculation about the way in which 'rage' constitutes footwear fillings, however nonsensical, ridiculously made cussers implode.
Was he insane?
Indubatably. Companions agreed adamantly that insanity was necessary. So filled up was Tattersail's warren, Hood's breath floated in the mountain keep insidiously. The overarching ramifications were marginalised by Anomander levelling accusations at Caladan's incompetent implementation of ballistas. Dancer loved Oktoberfest, beer, transvestites, lederhosen & colonoscopies non-existantly.
The transvestites lifted Lisheo up. Inside the cake-like ascendant's desserts, Lisheo vomited like a bhederin obliviously happy. Meanwhile, Tiste sucked-up to Apsalar without foreplay, oblivious kumquats danced Grief into the ground. Alas, reindeers pranced with mincing roadkill sandwiches. Gazumped, Gertrude bought 2.65 Pounds of rampant fruitiliciously. Errant
Suck it Errant!
"It's time to kick ass and chew bubblegum...and I'm all out of gum."
QUOTE (KeithF @ Jun 30 2009, 09:49 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
It has been proven beyond all reasonable doubt that the most powerful force on Wu is a bunch of messed-up Malazans with Moranth munitions.
