Toadfish Monastery

Unlike the attitude of most fashionably minded toads, a Toadfish's pet regards its equals in altogether a different light. It always tries to see the greener pastures in all its glorious fury and the first time it gurgles and giggles is truly an extraordinary experience for those in the possession of absolute alcohol. Nonetheless our story really began at the Paddington railway lap dancing marmalade appreciation competition. Our Seville orange connoisseur was a toad of extraordinary sexual and spiritual depravity. Partially undressed and very embarrassed because his engorged lymph nodes made him feel like throwing up a large amount of partially digested veggie pie, which had, despite their previous attempts, been resistant to every enzymatic decay thus far, our hero decided to try Tumms. Unfortunately, he forgot to insert the tube which allows the plunger to fully descend over the lower exit, thus exposing the other flange with the corrugated fly wire to the left of the reflux controller. Within 30 seconds the reflux sent huge globules of fatty and grisly Cumberland and Worcester Best Buttered ganglion nodes mixed with very rancid old socks (smelling like Limburger cheese puffs) flying into his wide open oral orifice. This caused an instant and irrevocable dislocation of the vomero-nasal organ, which may or probably will become dislocated under such unexpected input of inappropriate material. By ignoring these abominable and (as stated) rancidly odored figments of President HootinBlaughen's lurid nightmares. Our mildly mannered Professor of applied gastrogenics wept hot tears from the radiantly green alcohol pond behind his eye sockets. This fiasco, unexpected as

Unlike the attitude of most fashionably minded toads, a Toadfish's pet regards its equals in altogether a different light. It always tries to see the greener pastures in all its glorious fury and the first time it gurgles and giggles is truly an extraordinary experience for those in the possession of absolute alcohol. Nonetheless our story really began at the Paddington railway lap dancing marmalade appreciation competition. Our Seville orange connoisseur was a toad of extraordinary sexual and spiritual depravity. Partially undressed and very embarrassed because his engorged lymph nodes made him feel like throwing up a large amount of partially digested veggie pie, which had, despite their previous attempts, been resistant to every enzymatic decay thus far, our hero decided to try Tumms. Unfortunately, he forgot to insert the tube which allows the plunger to fully descend over the lower exit, thus exposing the other flange with the corrugated fly wire to the left of the reflux controller. Within 30 seconds the reflux sent huge globules of fatty and grisly Cumberland and Worcester Best Buttered ganglion nodes mixed with very rancid old socks (smelling like Limburger cheese puffs) flying into his wide open oral orifice. This caused an instant and irrevocable dislocation of the vomero-nasal organ, which may or probably will become dislocated under such unexpected input of inappropriate material. By ignoring these abominable and (as stated) rancidly odored figments of President HootinBlaughen's lurid nightmares. Our mildly mannered Professor of applied gastrogenics wept hot tears from the radiantly green alcohol pond behind his eye sockets. This fiasco, unexpected as ever, would

Unlike the attitude of most fashionably minded toads, a Toadfish's pet regards its equals in altogether a different light. It always tries to see the greener pastures in all its glorious fury and the first time it gurgles and giggles is truly an extraordinary experience for those in the possession of absolute alcohol. Nonetheless our story really began at the Paddington railway lap dancing marmalade appreciation competition. Our Seville orange connoisseur was a toad of extraordinary sexual and spiritual depravity. Partially undressed and very embarrassed because his engorged lymph nodes made him feel like throwing up a large amount of partially digested veggie pie, which had, despite their previous attempts, been resistant to every enzymatic decay thus far, our hero decided to try Tumms. Unfortunately, he forgot to insert the tube which allows the plunger to fully descend over the lower exit, thus exposing the other flange with the corrugated fly wire to the left of the reflux controller. Within 30 seconds the reflux sent huge globules of fatty and grisly Cumberland and Worcester Best Buttered ganglion nodes mixed with very rancid old socks (smelling like Limburger cheese puffs) flying into his wide open oral orifice. This caused an instant and irrevocable dislocation of the vomero-nasal organ, which may or probably will become dislocated under such unexpected input of inappropriate material. By ignoring these abominable and (as stated) rancidly odored figments of President HootinBlaughen's lurid nightmares. Our mildly mannered Professor of applied gastrogenics wept hot tears from the radiantly green alcohol pond behind his eye sockets. This fiasco, unexpected as ever, would soon result

Unlike the attitude of most fashionably minded toads, a Toadfish's pet regards its equals in altogether a different light. It always tries to see the greener pastures in all its glorious fury and the first time it gurgles and giggles is truly an extraordinary experience for those in the possession of absolute alcohol. Nonetheless our story really began at the Paddington railway lap dancing marmalade appreciation competition. Our Seville orange connoisseur was a toad of extraordinary sexual and spiritual depravity. Partially undressed and very embarrassed because his engorged lymph nodes made him feel like throwing up a large amount of partially digested veggie pie, which had, despite their previous attempts, been resistant to every enzymatic decay thus far, our hero decided to try Tumms. Unfortunately, he forgot to insert the tube which allows the plunger to fully descend over the lower exit, thus exposing the other flange with the corrugated fly wire to the left of the reflux controller. Within 30 seconds the reflux sent huge globules of fatty and grisly Cumberland and Worcester Best Buttered ganglion nodes mixed with very rancid old socks (smelling like Limburger cheese puffs) flying into his wide open oral orifice. This caused an instant and irrevocable dislocation of the vomero-nasal organ, which may or probably will become dislocated under such unexpected input of inappropriate material. By ignoring these abominable and (as stated) rancidly odored figments of President HootinBlaughen's lurid nightmares. Our mildly mannered Professor of applied gastrogenics wept hot tears from the radiantly green alcohol pond behind his eye sockets. This fiasco, unexpected as ever, would soon result in a

Unlike the attitude of most fashionably minded toads, a Toadfish's pet regards its equals in altogether a different light. It always tries to see the greener pastures in all its glorious fury and the first time it gurgles and giggles is truly an extraordinary experience for those in the possession of absolute alcohol. Nonetheless our story really began at the Paddington railway lap dancing marmalade appreciation competition. Our Seville orange connoisseur was a toad of extraordinary sexual and spiritual depravity. Partially undressed and very embarrassed because his engorged lymph nodes made him feel like throwing up a large amount of partially digested veggie pie, which had, despite their previous attempts, been resistant to every enzymatic decay thus far, our hero decided to try Tumms. Unfortunately, he forgot to insert the tube which allows the plunger to fully descend over the lower exit, thus exposing the other flange with the corrugated fly wire to the left of the reflux controller. Within 30 seconds the reflux sent huge globules of fatty and grisly Cumberland and Worcester Best Buttered ganglion nodes mixed with very rancid old socks (smelling like Limburger cheese puffs) flying into his wide open oral orifice. This caused an instant and irrevocable dislocation of the vomero-nasal organ, which may or probably will become dislocated under such unexpected input of inappropriate material. By ignoring these abominable and (as stated) rancidly odored figments of President HootinBlaughen's lurid nightmares. Our mildly mannered Professor of applied gastrogenics wept hot tears from the radiantly green alcohol pond behind his eye sockets. This fiasco, unexpected as ever, would soon result in a very uncomfortable

Unlike the attitude of most fashionably minded toads, a Toadfish's pet regards its equals in altogether a different light. It always tries to see the greener pastures in all its glorious fury and the first time it gurgles and giggles is truly an extraordinary experience for those in the possession of absolute alcohol. Nonetheless our story really began at the Paddington railway lap dancing marmalade appreciation competition. Our Seville orange connoisseur was a toad of extraordinary sexual and spiritual depravity. Partially undressed and very embarrassed because his engorged lymph nodes made him feel like throwing up a large amount of partially digested veggie pie, which had, despite their previous attempts, been resistant to every enzymatic decay thus far, our hero decided to try Tumms. Unfortunately, he forgot to insert the tube which allows the plunger to fully descend over the lower exit, thus exposing the other flange with the corrugated fly wire to the left of the reflux controller. Within 30 seconds the reflux sent huge globules of fatty and grisly Cumberland and Worcester Best Buttered ganglion nodes mixed with very rancid old socks (smelling like Limburger cheese puffs) flying into his wide open oral orifice. This caused an instant and irrevocable dislocation of the vomero-nasal organ, which may or probably will become dislocated under such unexpected input of inappropriate material. By ignoring these abominable and (as stated) rancidly odored figments of President HootinBlaughen's lurid nightmares. Our mildly mannered Professor of applied gastrogenics wept hot tears from the radiantly green alcohol pond behind his eye sockets. This fiasco, unexpected as ever, would soon result in a very uncomfortable silence between

Unlike the attitude of most fashionably minded toads, a Toadfish's pet regards its equals in altogether a different light. It always tries to see the greener pastures in all its glorious fury and the first time it gurgles and giggles is truly an extraordinary experience for those in the possession of absolute alcohol. Nonetheless our story really began at the Paddington railway lap dancing marmalade appreciation competition. Our Seville orange connoisseur was a toad of extraordinary sexual and spiritual depravity. Partially undressed and very embarrassed because his engorged lymph nodes made him feel like throwing up a large amount of partially digested veggie pie, which had, despite their previous attempts, been resistant to every enzymatic decay thus far, our hero decided to try Tumms. Unfortunately, he forgot to insert the tube which allows the plunger to fully descend over the lower exit, thus exposing the other flange with the corrugated fly wire to the left of the reflux controller. Within 30 seconds the reflux sent huge globules of fatty and grisly Cumberland and Worcester Best Buttered ganglion nodes mixed with very rancid old socks (smelling like Limburger cheese puffs) flying into his wide open oral orifice. This caused an instant and irrevocable dislocation of the vomero-nasal organ, which may or probably will become dislocated under such unexpected input of inappropriate material. By ignoring these abominable and (as stated) rancidly odored figments of President HootinBlaughen's lurid nightmares. Our mildly mannered Professor of applied gastrogenics wept hot tears from the radiantly green alcohol pond behind his eye sockets. This fiasco, unexpected as ever, would soon result in a very uncomfortable silence between both his

Unlike the attitude of most fashionably minded toads, a Toadfish's pet regards its equals in altogether a different light. It always tries to see the greener pastures in all its glorious fury and the first time it gurgles and giggles is truly an extraordinary experience for those in the possession of absolute alcohol. Nonetheless our story really began at the Paddington railway lap dancing marmalade appreciation competition. Our Seville orange connoisseur was a toad of extraordinary sexual and spiritual depravity. Partially undressed and very embarrassed because his engorged lymph nodes made him feel like throwing up a large amount of partially digested veggie pie, which had, despite their previous attempts, been resistant to every enzymatic decay thus far, our hero decided to try Tumms. Unfortunately, he forgot to insert the tube which allows the plunger to fully descend over the lower exit, thus exposing the other flange with the corrugated fly wire to the left of the reflux controller. Within 30 seconds the reflux sent huge globules of fatty and grisly Cumberland and Worcester Best Buttered ganglion nodes mixed with very rancid old socks (smelling like Limburger cheese puffs) flying into his wide open oral orifice. This caused an instant and irrevocable dislocation of the vomero-nasal organ, which may or probably will become dislocated under such unexpected input of inappropriate material. By ignoring these abominable and (as stated) rancidly odored figments of President HootinBlaughen's lurid nightmares. Our mildly mannered Professor of applied gastrogenics wept hot tears from the radiantly green alcohol pond behind his eye sockets. This fiasco, unexpected as ever, would soon result in a very uncomfortable silence between both his sets of

Unlike the attitude of most fashionably minded toads, a Toadfish's pet regards its equals in altogether a different light. It always tries to see the greener pastures in all its glorious fury and the first time it gurgles and giggles is truly an extraordinary experience for those in the possession of absolute alcohol. Nonetheless our story really began at the Paddington railway lap dancing marmalade appreciation competition. Our Seville orange connoisseur was a toad of extraordinary sexual and spiritual depravity. Partially undressed and very embarrassed because his engorged lymph nodes made him feel like throwing up a large amount of partially digested veggie pie, which had, despite their previous attempts, been resistant to every enzymatic decay thus far, our hero decided to try Tumms. Unfortunately, he forgot to insert the tube which allows the plunger to fully descend over the lower exit, thus exposing the other flange with the corrugated fly wire to the left of the reflux controller. Within 30 seconds the reflux sent huge globules of fatty and grisly Cumberland and Worcester Best Buttered ganglion nodes mixed with very rancid old socks (smelling like Limburger cheese puffs) flying into his wide open oral orifice. This caused an instant and irrevocable dislocation of the vomero-nasal organ, which may or probably will become dislocated under such unexpected input of inappropriate material. By ignoring these abominable and (as stated) rancidly odored figments of President HootinBlaughen's lurid nightmares. Our mildly mannered Professor of applied gastrogenics wept hot tears from the radiantly green alcohol pond behind his eye sockets. This fiasco, unexpected as ever, would soon result in a very uncomfortable silence between both his sets of Legos, which

Unlike the attitude of most fashionably minded toads, a Toadfish's pet regards its equals in altogether a different light. It always tries to see the greener pastures in all its glorious fury and the first time it gurgles and giggles is truly an extraordinary experience for those in the possession of absolute alcohol. Nonetheless our story really began at the Paddington railway lap dancing marmalade appreciation competition. Our Seville orange connoisseur was a toad of extraordinary sexual and spiritual depravity. Partially undressed and very embarrassed because his engorged lymph nodes made him feel like throwing up a large amount of partially digested veggie pie, which had, despite their previous attempts, been resistant to every enzymatic decay thus far, our hero decided to try Tumms. Unfortunately, he forgot to insert the tube which allows the plunger to fully descend over the lower exit, thus exposing the other flange with the corrugated fly wire to the left of the reflux controller. Within 30 seconds the reflux sent huge globules of fatty and grisly Cumberland and Worcester Best Buttered ganglion nodes mixed with very rancid old socks (smelling like Limburger cheese puffs) flying into his wide open oral orifice. This caused an instant and irrevocable dislocation of the vomero-nasal organ, which may or probably will become dislocated under such unexpected input of inappropriate material. By ignoring these abominable and (as stated) rancidly odored figments of President HootinBlaughen's lurid nightmares. Our mildly mannered Professor of applied gastrogenics wept hot tears from the radiantly green alcohol pond behind his eye sockets. This fiasco, unexpected as ever, would soon result in a very uncomfortable silence between both his sets of Legos, which usually fell

Unlike the attitude of most fashionably minded toads, a Toadfish's pet regards its equals in altogether a different light. It always tries to see the greener pastures in all its glorious fury and the first time it gurgles and giggles is truly an extraordinary experience for those in the possession of absolute alcohol. Nonetheless our story really began at the Paddington railway lap dancing marmalade appreciation competition. Our Seville orange connoisseur was a toad of extraordinary sexual and spiritual depravity. Partially undressed and very embarrassed because his engorged lymph nodes made him feel like throwing up a large amount of partially digested veggie pie, which had, despite their previous attempts, been resistant to every enzymatic decay thus far, our hero decided to try Tumms. Unfortunately, he forgot to insert the tube which allows the plunger to fully descend over the lower exit, thus exposing the other flange with the corrugated fly wire to the left of the reflux controller. Within 30 seconds the reflux sent huge globules of fatty and grisly Cumberland and Worcester Best Buttered ganglion nodes mixed with very rancid old socks (smelling like Limburger cheese puffs) flying into his wide open oral orifice. This caused an instant and irrevocable dislocation of the vomero-nasal organ, which may or probably will become dislocated under such unexpected input of inappropriate material. By ignoring these abominable and (as stated) rancidly odored figments of President HootinBlaughen's lurid nightmares. Our mildly mannered Professor of applied gastrogenics wept hot tears from the radiantly green alcohol pond behind his eye sockets. This fiasco, unexpected as ever, would soon result in a very uncomfortable silence between both his sets of Legos, which usually fell apart during

Unlike the attitude of most fashionably minded toads, a Toadfish's pet regards its equals in altogether a different light. It always tries to see the greener pastures in all its glorious fury and the first time it gurgles and giggles is truly an extraordinary experience for those in the possession of absolute alcohol. Nonetheless our story really began at the Paddington railway lap dancing marmalade appreciation competition. Our Seville orange connoisseur was a toad of extraordinary sexual and spiritual depravity. Partially undressed and very embarrassed because his engorged lymph nodes made him feel like throwing up a large amount of partially digested veggie pie, which had, despite their previous attempts, been resistant to every enzymatic decay thus far, our hero decided to try Tumms. Unfortunately, he forgot to insert the tube which allows the plunger to fully descend over the lower exit, thus exposing the other flange with the corrugated fly wire to the left of the reflux controller. Within 30 seconds the reflux sent huge globules of fatty and grisly Cumberland and Worcester Best Buttered ganglion nodes mixed with very rancid old socks (smelling like Limburger cheese puffs) flying into his wide open oral orifice. This caused an instant and irrevocable dislocation of the vomero-nasal organ, which may or probably will become dislocated under such unexpected input of inappropriate material. By ignoring these abominable and (as stated) rancidly odored figments of President HootinBlaughen's lurid nightmares. Our mildly mannered Professor of applied gastrogenics wept hot tears from the radiantly green alcohol pond behind his eye sockets. This fiasco, unexpected as ever, would soon result in a very uncomfortable silence between both his sets of Legos, which usually fell apart during close encounters

Unlike the attitude of most fashionably minded toads, a Toadfish's pet regards its equals in altogether a different light. It always tries to see the greener pastures in all its glorious fury and the first time it gurgles and giggles is truly an extraordinary experience for those in the possession of absolute alcohol. Nonetheless our story really began at the Paddington railway lap dancing marmalade appreciation competition. Our Seville orange connoisseur was a toad of extraordinary sexual and spiritual depravity. Partially undressed and very embarrassed because his engorged lymph nodes made him feel like throwing up a large amount of partially digested veggie pie, which had, despite their previous attempts, been resistant to every enzymatic decay thus far, our hero decided to try Tumms. Unfortunately, he forgot to insert the tube which allows the plunger to fully descend over the lower exit, thus exposing the other flange with the corrugated fly wire to the left of the reflux controller. Within 30 seconds the reflux sent huge globules of fatty and grisly Cumberland and Worcester Best Buttered ganglion nodes mixed with very rancid old socks (smelling like Limburger cheese puffs) flying into his wide open oral orifice. This caused an instant and irrevocable dislocation of the vomero-nasal organ, which may or probably will become dislocated under such unexpected input of inappropriate material. By ignoring these abominable and (as stated) rancidly odored figments of President HootinBlaughen's lurid nightmares. Our mildly mannered Professor of applied gastrogenics wept hot tears from the radiantly green alcohol pond behind his eye sockets. This fiasco, unexpected as ever, would soon result in a very uncomfortable silence between both his sets of Legos, which usually fell apart during close encounters of the

Unlike the attitude of most fashionably minded toads, a Toadfish's pet regards its equals in altogether a different light. It always tries to see the greener pastures in all its glorious fury and the first time it gurgles and giggles is truly an extraordinary experience for those in the possession of absolute alcohol. Nonetheless our story really began at the Paddington railway lap dancing marmalade appreciation competition. Our Seville orange connoisseur was a toad of extraordinary sexual and spiritual depravity. Partially undressed and very embarrassed because his engorged lymph nodes made him feel like throwing up a large amount of partially digested veggie pie, which had, despite their previous attempts, been resistant to every enzymatic decay thus far, our hero decided to try Tumms. Unfortunately, he forgot to insert the tube which allows the plunger to fully descend over the lower exit, thus exposing the other flange with the corrugated fly wire to the left of the reflux controller. Within 30 seconds the reflux sent huge globules of fatty and grisly Cumberland and Worcester Best Buttered ganglion nodes mixed with very rancid old socks (smelling like Limburger cheese puffs) flying into his wide open oral orifice. This caused an instant and irrevocable dislocation of the vomero-nasal organ, which may or probably will become dislocated under such unexpected input of inappropriate material. By ignoring these abominable and (as stated) rancidly odored figments of President HootinBlaughen's lurid nightmares. Our mildly mannered Professor of applied gastrogenics wept hot tears from the radiantly green alcohol pond behind his eye sockets. This fiasco, unexpected as ever, would soon result in a very uncomfortable silence between both his sets of Legos, which usually fell apart during close encounters of the unsavory kind.

Unlike the attitude of most fashionably minded toads, a Toadfish's pet regards its equals in altogether a different light. It always tries to see the greener pastures in all its glorious fury and the first time it gurgles and giggles is truly an extraordinary experience for those in the possession of absolute alcohol. Nonetheless our story really began at the Paddington railway lap dancing marmalade appreciation competition. Our Seville orange connoisseur was a toad of extraordinary sexual and spiritual depravity. Partially undressed and very embarrassed because his engorged lymph nodes made him feel like throwing up a large amount of partially digested veggie pie, which had, despite their previous attempts, been resistant to every enzymatic decay thus far, our hero decided to try Tumms. Unfortunately, he forgot to insert the tube which allows the plunger to fully descend over the lower exit, thus exposing the other flange with the corrugated fly wire to the left of the reflux controller. Within 30 seconds the reflux sent huge globules of fatty and grisly Cumberland and Worcester Best Buttered ganglion nodes mixed with very rancid old socks (smelling like Limburger cheese puffs) flying into his wide open oral orifice. This caused an instant and irrevocable dislocation of the vomero-nasal organ, which may or probably will become dislocated under such unexpected input of inappropriate material. By ignoring these abominable and (as stated) rancidly odored figments of President HootinBlaughen's lurid nightmares. Our mildly mannered Professor of applied gastrogenics wept hot tears from the radiantly green alcohol pond behind his eye sockets. This fiasco, unexpected as ever, would soon result in a very uncomfortable silence between both his sets of Legos, which usually fell apart during close encounters of the unsavory kind.

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