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Geddy Lee's hangover was disturbed by a rush of his blatant homosexuality which was turned syntax by Arther's HUGE sword. It all began in the summer of 69 when dwarfs and lube lived in harmony with Tom Sayer's satanic friends who liked knitting class and chemistry but circumstances prevented them from eating big vials of sand. Toothpicks had no use and all seemed lost until Michael Jackson fondled over nine thousand different circus ponies. Rotten eggplants and hairless, albino otters. Feel the wrath of my evil hot flatulence to keep yourself from succumbing to the pain of a night with a four word game that should never end. Geddy then met Micheal for some lunch and a bout of hot pastrami. Pickles were extra. "I love you." said some bitch I just got raped by when the spirit of radio shack and Robin Williams opened up a can automatic opener of ludicrous sentiment, lost in my warm sweat pants that felt like I soiled the young beaver's soft fur. If only I hadn't just used five words I'd still have Alestorm depressed over a spoon just like your mom. Back at the farm, Geddy's uncle's red barchetta went up in flames and was doused by llama spit and puss. On the last episode Squire Trelawny and MisterBimbo. "Don't worry!", they said "thankfully it was insured". Little did they know, that this time around their deductible was higher. And oh how they wish they knew before the toxic robot gorillas at the insurance company rushed into oblivion of nonsensical sentences of confusement. Back on planet earth I walked to work but something went wrong "I lost my key!" bad grammar ran rampant I searched for it and let out a fart that cured cancer and wrote four words. This masterpiece equals FAIL. Just when you thought that hottie was of age Hansen walks in and erupts in a rage asking for their royalties 7 horns 7 eyes and millions of bubbles made out of acid vaginas of rampant destruction fell from his forehead into a dragon's ear. Out in the mist a distant early warning of the oncoming storm was all that remains of this godless endeavor to bury your dead labium minus tampon strings stuffed in her mouth and chewed and dripped all over her tits and her massive cock making absolutely no sense RUN-ON SENTENCES prevailed! over those fucking losers
Geddy Lee's hangover was disturbed by a rush of his blatant homosexuality which was turned syntax by Arther's HUGE sword. It all began in the summer of 69 when dwarfs and lube lived in harmony with Tom Sayer's satanic friends who liked knitting class and chemistry but circumstances prevented them from eating big vials of sand. Toothpicks had no use and all seemed lost until Michael Jackson fondled over nine thousand different circus ponies. Rotten eggplants and hairless, albino otters. Feel the wrath of my evil hot flatulence to keep yourself from succumbing to the pain of a night with a four word game that should never end. Geddy then met Micheal for some lunch and a bout of hot pastrami. Pickles were extra. "I love you." said some bitch I just got raped by when the spirit of radio shack and Robin Williams opened up a can automatic opener of ludicrous sentiment, lost in my warm sweat pants that felt like I soiled the young beaver's soft fur. If only I hadn't just used five words I'd still have Alestorm depressed over a spoon just like your mom. Back at the farm, Geddy's uncle's red barchetta went up in flames and was doused by llama spit and puss. On the last episode Squire Trelawny and MisterBimbo. "Don't worry!", they said "thankfully it was insured". Little did they know, that this time around their deductible was higher. And oh how they wish they knew before the toxic robot gorillas at the insurance company rushed into oblivion of nonsensical sentences of confusement. Back on planet earth I walked to work but something went wrong "I lost my key!" bad grammar ran rampant I searched for it and let out a fart that cured cancer and wrote four words. This masterpiece equals FAIL. Just when you thought that hottie was of age Hansen walks in and erupts in a rage asking for their royalties 7 horns 7 eyes and millions of bubbles made out of acid vaginas of rampant destruction fell from his forehead into a dragon's ear. Out in the mist a distant early warning of the oncoming storm was all that remains of this godless endeavor to bury your dead labium minus tampon strings stuffed in her mouth and chewed and dripped all over her tits and her massive cock making absolutely no sense RUN-ON SENTENCES prevailed! over those fucking losers
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