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Started by Swatopluk, August 14, 2007, 10:25:11 PM

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Sibling Zono (anon1mat0)

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.

One Lego -which above
Sibling Zono(trichia Capensis) aka anon1mat0 aka Nicolás.

PPPP: Politicians are Parasitic, Predatory and Perverse.

Opsa

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.

One Lego -which above all else

Sibling Qwertyuiopasd

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.

One Lego -which above all else possessed the
Every dead body that is not exterminated becomes one them, it gets up and kills. The poeple it kills get up and kill!

http://qwertysvapourtrail.blogspot.com/

Opsa

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.

One Lego -which above all else possessed the uncanny ability

Bluenose

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.

One Lego -which above all else possessed the uncanny ability to levitate
Myers Briggs personality type: ENTP -  "Inventor". Enthusiastic interest in everything and always sensitive to possibilities. Non-conformist and innovative. 3.2% of the total population.

Griffin NoName

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.

One Lego -which above all else possessed the uncanny ability to levitate - skipped across
Psychic Hotline Host

One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe. George Sand


Swatopluk

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.

One Lego -which above all else possessed the uncanny ability to levitate - skipped across the palingenetic
Knurrhähne sind eßbar aber empfehlen würde ich das nicht unbedingt.
The aspitriglos is edible though I do not actually recommend it.

Pachyderm

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.

One Lego -which above all else possessed the uncanny ability to levitate - skipped across the palingenetic childrens ward
Oportet ministros manus lavare antequam latrinam relinquent.

Griffin NoName

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.

One Lego -which above all else possessed the uncanny ability to levitate - skipped across the palingenetic childrens ward into the
Psychic Hotline Host

One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe. George Sand


Opsa

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.

One Lego -which above all else possessed the uncanny ability to levitate - skipped across the palingenetic childrens ward into the psychic realm

Griffin NoName

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.

One Lego -which above all else possessed the uncanny ability to levitate - skipped across the palingenetic childrens ward into the psychic realm of the
Psychic Hotline Host

One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe. George Sand


Opsa

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.

One Lego -which above all else possessed the uncanny ability to levitate - skipped across the palingenetic childrens ward into the psychic realm of the Mental Playthings.

Alpaca

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.

One Lego -which above all else possessed the uncanny ability to levitate - skipped across the palingenetic childrens ward into the psychic realm of the Mental Playthings. Triumphantly masticating,
There is a pleasure sure to being mad
That only madmen know.
--John Dryden

Bluenose

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.

One Lego -which above all else possessed the uncanny ability to levitate - skipped across the palingenetic childrens ward into the psychic realm of the Mental Playthings. Triumphantly masticating, then expectorating
Myers Briggs personality type: ENTP -  "Inventor". Enthusiastic interest in everything and always sensitive to possibilities. Non-conformist and innovative. 3.2% of the total population.

Alpaca

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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.

One Lego -which above all else possessed the uncanny ability to levitate - skipped across the palingenetic childrens ward into the psychic realm of the Mental Playthings. Triumphantly masticating, then expectorating Brobdingnagian voluptuously
There is a pleasure sure to being mad
That only madmen know.
--John Dryden