Toadfish Monastery

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"Schools closing!" kids shrieked, and GOPsters high-fived as inner-city football stars invested in new T-shirts. Elena Bluespan began singing a Yiddish version of La Marseillaise and all goyim joined in without courses in genuflecting or bible-bashing.

Suddenly, a huge saxaphone blasted very quiet notes surprising even David Bowie out of his nap. Quick-drawing his structural design blueprints of The Church of DOOOOOM!!!! from Level Pink C, Martian spiders settled on real estate agents in large numbers. That had little effect from monetary fleecing and fiscal friction leaving a bitter aftertaste that reminded everyone that the exchange of bodily fluids was an idea past its original ickiness and so the war cry boomed all over the planet. Unlike scientists, Bowie believed with all his brain tissue eaten that he would never be able to fleece pop stars or fop ticklers. Some among the Amazonian women from Bulgaria had passports -- clearly forged -- and piercings above their tattoed temples. It was no coincidence to Bowie and his roadie that the Bulgarian Amazons filtered cigars through customs in hollowed out bananas. Everyone but monkeys lit cigars using specialized Olympic flames of green. The smoke blew in every direction and caused consternation amongst the monkeys. But the Monkey God, famous for pranks of assorted natures, poured extra cream on Emilio's detached retinas and gulped them down after waking up under the Expelliarmus spell. He hated Harry Potter for cheapening the production of simian arthropods with plastic replicas.

Meanwhile, Bowie who had tattooed his pet dog's paw print onto the rear end of Emilio's new cat's living toy, walked off right into an abyss painting attached to a laterna magica and burned excess hair off his left pinky finger without putting any protective clothing on Thorgeir's hamster. Never in the darkest recesses of his sordid mind and in opposition to all rules and regulations as far as he was affected, had he ever considered anal sex with Emilio or even whips and uneven whoppers. Although unsavoury publications were piling up behind the arboritum, Emilio decided to paint pink molerats onto cottage cheese advertising posters in spite. Outdone by antediluvian hipsters in the trouser department he saw a gap opening between the sixth and 15th vertebrae which meant that his plan to annexe his spine at 6 o'clock with a pick axe was democratically abandoned. Lost in thought but not in the least bit embarassed about anything, Bowie took that as a clear sign of suppurating and festering wounds that would soon cause a big stink

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"Schools closing!" kids shrieked, and GOPsters high-fived as inner-city football stars invested in new T-shirts. Elena Bluespan began singing a Yiddish version of La Marseillaise and all goyim joined in without courses in genuflecting or bible-bashing.

Suddenly, a huge saxaphone blasted very quiet notes surprising even David Bowie out of his nap. Quick-drawing his structural design blueprints of The Church of DOOOOOM!!!! from Level Pink C, Martian spiders settled on real estate agents in large numbers. That had little effect from monetary fleecing and fiscal friction leaving a bitter aftertaste that reminded everyone that the exchange of bodily fluids was an idea past its original ickiness and so the war cry boomed all over the planet. Unlike scientists, Bowie believed with all his brain tissue eaten that he would never be able to fleece pop stars or fop ticklers. Some among the Amazonian women from Bulgaria had passports -- clearly forged -- and piercings above their tattoed temples. It was no coincidence to Bowie and his roadie that the Bulgarian Amazons filtered cigars through customs in hollowed out bananas. Everyone but monkeys lit cigars using specialized Olympic flames of green. The smoke blew in every direction and caused consternation amongst the monkeys. But the Monkey God, famous for pranks of assorted natures, poured extra cream on Emilio's detached retinas and gulped them down after waking up under the Expelliarmus spell. He hated Harry Potter for cheapening the production of simian arthropods with plastic replicas.

Meanwhile, Bowie who had tattooed his pet dog's paw print onto the rear end of Emilio's new cat's living toy, walked off right into an abyss painting attached to a laterna magica and burned excess hair off his left pinky finger without putting any protective clothing on Thorgeir's hamster. Never in the darkest recesses of his sordid mind and in opposition to all rules and regulations as far as he was affected, had he ever considered anal sex with Emilio or even whips and uneven whoppers. Although unsavoury publications were piling up behind the arboritum, Emilio decided to paint pink molerats onto cottage cheese advertising posters in spite. Outdone by antediluvian hipsters in the trouser department he saw a gap opening between the sixth and 15th vertebrae which meant that his plan to annexe his spine at 6 o'clock with a pick axe was democratically abandoned. Lost in thought but not in the least bit embarassed about anything, Bowie took that as a clear sign of suppurating and festering wounds that would soon cause a big stink bug infestation.

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"Schools closing!" kids shrieked, and GOPsters high-fived as inner-city football stars invested in new T-shirts. Elena Bluespan began singing a Yiddish version of La Marseillaise and all goyim joined in without courses in genuflecting or bible-bashing.

Suddenly, a huge saxaphone blasted very quiet notes surprising even David Bowie out of his nap. Quick-drawing his structural design blueprints of The Church of DOOOOOM!!!! from Level Pink C, Martian spiders settled on real estate agents in large numbers. That had little effect from monetary fleecing and fiscal friction leaving a bitter aftertaste that reminded everyone that the exchange of bodily fluids was an idea past its original ickiness and so the war cry boomed all over the planet. Unlike scientists, Bowie believed with all his brain tissue eaten that he would never be able to fleece pop stars or fop ticklers. Some among the Amazonian women from Bulgaria had passports -- clearly forged -- and piercings above their tattoed temples. It was no coincidence to Bowie and his roadie that the Bulgarian Amazons filtered cigars through customs in hollowed out bananas. Everyone but monkeys lit cigars using specialized Olympic flames of green. The smoke blew in every direction and caused consternation amongst the monkeys. But the Monkey God, famous for pranks of assorted natures, poured extra cream on Emilio's detached retinas and gulped them down after waking up under the Expelliarmus spell. He hated Harry Potter for cheapening the production of simian arthropods with plastic replicas.

Meanwhile, Bowie who had tattooed his pet dog's paw print onto the rear end of Emilio's new cat's living toy, walked off right into an abyss painting attached to a laterna magica and burned excess hair off his left pinky finger without putting any protective clothing on Thorgeir's hamster. Never in the darkest recesses of his sordid mind and in opposition to all rules and regulations as far as he was affected, had he ever considered anal sex with Emilio or even whips and uneven whoppers. Although unsavoury publications were piling up behind the arboritum, Emilio decided to paint pink molerats onto cottage cheese advertising posters in spite. Outdone by antediluvian hipsters in the trouser department he saw a gap opening between the sixth and 15th vertebrae which meant that his plan to annexe his spine at 6 o'clock with a pick axe was democratically abandoned. Lost in thought but not in the least bit embarassed about anything, Bowie took that as a clear sign of suppurating and festering wounds that would soon cause a big stink bug infestation.
That ended

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"Schools closing!" kids shrieked, and GOPsters high-fived as inner-city football stars invested in new T-shirts. Elena Bluespan began singing a Yiddish version of La Marseillaise and all goyim joined in without courses in genuflecting or bible-bashing.

Suddenly, a huge saxaphone blasted very quiet notes surprising even David Bowie out of his nap. Quick-drawing his structural design blueprints of The Church of DOOOOOM!!!! from Level Pink C, Martian spiders settled on real estate agents in large numbers. That had little effect from monetary fleecing and fiscal friction leaving a bitter aftertaste that reminded everyone that the exchange of bodily fluids was an idea past its original ickiness and so the war cry boomed all over the planet. Unlike scientists, Bowie believed with all his brain tissue eaten that he would never be able to fleece pop stars or fop ticklers. Some among the Amazonian women from Bulgaria had passports -- clearly forged -- and piercings above their tattoed temples. It was no coincidence to Bowie and his roadie that the Bulgarian Amazons filtered cigars through customs in hollowed out bananas. Everyone but monkeys lit cigars using specialized Olympic flames of green. The smoke blew in every direction and caused consternation amongst the monkeys. But the Monkey God, famous for pranks of assorted natures, poured extra cream on Emilio's detached retinas and gulped them down after waking up under the Expelliarmus spell. He hated Harry Potter for cheapening the production of simian arthropods with plastic replicas.

Meanwhile, Bowie who had tattooed his pet dog's paw print onto the rear end of Emilio's new cat's living toy, walked off right into an abyss painting attached to a laterna magica and burned excess hair off his left pinky finger without putting any protective clothing on Thorgeir's hamster. Never in the darkest recesses of his sordid mind and in opposition to all rules and regulations as far as he was affected, had he ever considered anal sex with Emilio or even whips and uneven whoppers. Although unsavoury publications were piling up behind the arboritum, Emilio decided to paint pink molerats onto cottage cheese advertising posters in spite. Outdone by antediluvian hipsters in the trouser department he saw a gap opening between the sixth and 15th vertebrae which meant that his plan to annexe his spine at 6 o'clock with a pick axe was democratically abandoned. Lost in thought but not in the least bit embarassed about anything, Bowie took that as a clear sign of suppurating and festering wounds that would soon cause a big stink bug infestation.

That ended this chapter.

Quote from: Opsa on June 11, 2012, 06:49:34 PM
...this chapter.

My prediction came true .

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Quote from: Pachyderm on June 12, 2012, 01:33:02 PM
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