Two word story

[Griffin NoName]

Chapter Seventeen
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Wednesday morning never arrived. No-one took any notice and no work occurred. While no major catastrophes were avoided, several parakeets soiled their imaginary trousers after witnessing no particular good reason . Absent a decent wash, no avian feather donor would donate. Therefore no descent into the nest was even partially recommendable. Instead Jack refused to shout his BarMitzvah speech he hadn't the stamina to write. The hostess lifted her skirt to muted applause from Rabbi Hype Orcrite, Kill-Joy Extrordinaire, Graffiti-Artiste Par Mundane, who couldn't string his thoughts together without belching loudly, the eardrums pounded with jellyfish tentacles wrapped around rice.

Jack, the Professional hijacker took an umbrella stand without the owner having a clue that Russian spies were not on board the tram. Neither were as close to Ipswich as Bishop Bolton of Ulm, who would not say it was Wednesday even if toads flew.  Rivets jumped skyward, propelled by laxatives.  It rained rubber chickens when live cockatoo cocks paraded past Corporal Himmelstoss frogs. Nobody was surprised.

The Rabbi was still washing his

[Sibling Chatty]

Chapter Seventeen
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Wednesday morning never arrived. No-one took any notice and no work occurred. While no major catastrophes were avoided, several parakeets soiled their imaginary trousers after witnessing no particular good reason . Absent a decent wash, no avian feather donor would donate. Therefore no descent into the nest was even partially recommendable. Instead Jack refused to shout his BarMitzvah speech he hadn't the stamina to write. The hostess lifted her skirt to muted applause from Rabbi Hype Orcrite, Kill-Joy Extrordinaire, Graffiti-Artiste Par Mundane, who couldn't string his thoughts together without belching loudly, the eardrums pounded with jellyfish tentacles wrapped around rice.

Jack, the Professional hijacker took an umbrella stand without the owner having a clue that Russian spies were not on board the tram. Neither were as close to Ipswich as Bishop Bolton of Ulm, who would not say it was Wednesday even if toads flew.  Rivets jumped skyward, propelled by laxatives.  It rained rubber chickens when live cockatoo cocks paraded past Corporal Himmelstoss frogs. Nobody was surprised.

The Rabbi was still washing his balloon pants

[Griffin NoName]

Chapter Seventeen
---------------------------

Wednesday morning never arrived. No-one took any notice and no work occurred. While no major catastrophes were avoided, several parakeets soiled their imaginary trousers after witnessing no particular good reason . Absent a decent wash, no avian feather donor would donate. Therefore no descent into the nest was even partially recommendable. Instead Jack refused to shout his BarMitzvah speech he hadn't the stamina to write. The hostess lifted her skirt to muted applause from Rabbi Hype Orcrite, Kill-Joy Extrordinaire, Graffiti-Artiste Par Mundane, who couldn't string his thoughts together without belching loudly, the eardrums pounded with jellyfish tentacles wrapped around rice.

Jack, the Professional hijacker took an umbrella stand without the owner having a clue that Russian spies were not on board the tram. Neither were as close to Ipswich as Bishop Bolton of Ulm, who would not say it was Wednesday even if toads flew.  Rivets jumped skyward, propelled by laxatives.  It rained rubber chickens when live cockatoo cocks paraded past Corporal Himmelstoss frogs. Nobody was surprised.

The Rabbi was still washing his balloon pants in the

[Swatopluk]

Chapter Seventeen
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Wednesday morning never arrived. No-one took any notice and no work occurred. While no major catastrophes were avoided, several parakeets soiled their imaginary trousers after witnessing no particular good reason . Absent a decent wash, no avian feather donor would donate. Therefore no descent into the nest was even partially recommendable. Instead Jack refused to shout his BarMitzvah speech he hadn't the stamina to write. The hostess lifted her skirt to muted applause from Rabbi Hype Orcrite, Kill-Joy Extrordinaire, Graffiti-Artiste Par Mundane, who couldn't string his thoughts together without belching loudly, the eardrums pounded with jellyfish tentacles wrapped around rice.

Jack, the Professional hijacker took an umbrella stand without the owner having a clue that Russian spies were not on board the tram. Neither were as close to Ipswich as Bishop Bolton of Ulm, who would not say it was Wednesday even if toads flew.  Rivets jumped skyward, propelled by laxatives.  It rained rubber chickens when live cockatoo cocks paraded past Corporal Himmelstoss frogs. Nobody was surprised.

The Rabbi was still washing his balloon pants in the imaginary well

[Sibling Zono (anon1mat0)]

Chapter Seventeen
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Wednesday morning never arrived. No-one took any notice and no work occurred. While no major catastrophes were avoided, several parakeets soiled their imaginary trousers after witnessing no particular good reason . Absent a decent wash, no avian feather donor would donate. Therefore no descent into the nest was even partially recommendable. Instead Jack refused to shout his BarMitzvah speech he hadn't the stamina to write. The hostess lifted her skirt to muted applause from Rabbi Hype Orcrite, Kill-Joy Extrordinaire, Graffiti-Artiste Par Mundane, who couldn't string his thoughts together without belching loudly, the eardrums pounded with jellyfish tentacles wrapped around rice.

Jack, the Professional hijacker took an umbrella stand without the owner having a clue that Russian spies were not on board the tram. Neither were as close to Ipswich as Bishop Bolton of Ulm, who would not say it was Wednesday even if toads flew.  Rivets jumped skyward, propelled by laxatives.  It rained rubber chickens when live cockatoo cocks paraded past Corporal Himmelstoss frogs. Nobody was surprised.

The Rabbi was still washing his balloon pants in the imaginary well while contemplating

[Griffin NoName]

Chapter Seventeen
---------------------------

Wednesday morning never arrived. No-one took any notice and no work occurred. While no major catastrophes were avoided, several parakeets soiled their imaginary trousers after witnessing no particular good reason . Absent a decent wash, no avian feather donor would donate. Therefore no descent into the nest was even partially recommendable. Instead Jack refused to shout his BarMitzvah speech he hadn't the stamina to write. The hostess lifted her skirt to muted applause from Rabbi Hype Orcrite, Kill-Joy Extrordinaire, Graffiti-Artiste Par Mundane, who couldn't string his thoughts together without belching loudly, the eardrums pounded with jellyfish tentacles wrapped around rice.

Jack, the Professional hijacker took an umbrella stand without the owner having a clue that Russian spies were not on board the tram. Neither were as close to Ipswich as Bishop Bolton of Ulm, who would not say it was Wednesday even if toads flew.  Rivets jumped skyward, propelled by laxatives.  It rained rubber chickens when live cockatoo cocks paraded past Corporal Himmelstoss frogs. Nobody was surprised.

The Rabbi was still washing his balloon pants in the imaginary well while contemplating motorcyle art.

[Opsa]

Chapter Seventeen
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Wednesday morning never arrived. No-one took any notice and no work occurred. While no major catastrophes were avoided, several parakeets soiled their imaginary trousers after witnessing no particular good reason . Absent a decent wash, no avian feather donor would donate. Therefore no descent into the nest was even partially recommendable. Instead Jack refused to shout his BarMitzvah speech he hadn't the stamina to write. The hostess lifted her skirt to muted applause from Rabbi Hype Orcrite, Kill-Joy Extrordinaire, Graffiti-Artiste Par Mundane, who couldn't string his thoughts together without belching loudly, the eardrums pounded with jellyfish tentacles wrapped around rice.

Jack, the Professional hijacker took an umbrella stand without the owner having a clue that Russian spies were not on board the tram. Neither were as close to Ipswich as Bishop Bolton of Ulm, who would not say it was Wednesday even if toads flew.  Rivets jumped skyward, propelled by laxatives.  It rained rubber chickens when live cockatoo cocks paraded past Corporal Himmelstoss frogs. Nobody was surprised.

The Rabbi was still washing his balloon pants in the imaginary well while contemplating motorcyle art. The stains

[Sibling Chatty]

Chapter Seventeen
---------------------------

Wednesday morning never arrived. No-one took any notice and no work occurred. While no major catastrophes were avoided, several parakeets soiled their imaginary trousers after witnessing no particular good reason . Absent a decent wash, no avian feather donor would donate. Therefore no descent into the nest was even partially recommendable. Instead Jack refused to shout his BarMitzvah speech he hadn't the stamina to write. The hostess lifted her skirt to muted applause from Rabbi Hype Orcrite, Kill-Joy Extrordinaire, Graffiti-Artiste Par Mundane, who couldn't string his thoughts together without belching loudly, the eardrums pounded with jellyfish tentacles wrapped around rice.

Jack, the Professional hijacker took an umbrella stand without the owner having a clue that Russian spies were not on board the tram. Neither were as close to Ipswich as Bishop Bolton of Ulm, who would not say it was Wednesday even if toads flew.  Rivets jumped skyward, propelled by laxatives.  It rained rubber chickens when live cockatoo cocks paraded past Corporal Himmelstoss frogs. Nobody was surprised.

The Rabbi was still washing his balloon pants in the imaginary well while contemplating motorcyle art. The stains on the

[Bruder Cuzzen]

Chapter Seventeen
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Wednesday morning never arrived. No-one took any notice and no work occurred. While no major catastrophes were avoided, several parakeets soiled their imaginary trousers after witnessing no particular good reason . Absent a decent wash, no avian feather donor would donate. Therefore no descent into the nest was even partially recommendable. Instead Jack refused to shout his BarMitzvah speech he hadn't the stamina to write. The hostess lifted her skirt to muted applause from Rabbi Hype Orcrite, Kill-Joy Extrordinaire, Graffiti-Artiste Par Mundane, who couldn't string his thoughts together without belching loudly, the eardrums pounded with jellyfish tentacles wrapped around rice.

Jack, the Professional hijacker took an umbrella stand without the owner having a clue that Russian spies were not on board the tram. Neither were as close to Ipswich as Bishop Bolton of Ulm, who would not say it was Wednesday even if toads flew.  Rivets jumped skyward, propelled by laxatives.  It rained rubber chickens when live cockatoo cocks paraded past Corporal Himmelstoss frogs. Nobody was surprised.

The Rabbi was still washing his balloon pants in the imaginary well while contemplating motorcycle art. The stains on the new chaps

[Swatopluk]

Chapter Seventeen
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Wednesday morning never arrived. No-one took any notice and no work occurred. While no major catastrophes were avoided, several parakeets soiled their imaginary trousers after witnessing no particular good reason . Absent a decent wash, no avian feather donor would donate. Therefore no descent into the nest was even partially recommendable. Instead Jack refused to shout his BarMitzvah speech he hadn't the stamina to write. The hostess lifted her skirt to muted applause from Rabbi Hype Orcrite, Kill-Joy Extrordinaire, Graffiti-Artiste Par Mundane, who couldn't string his thoughts together without belching loudly, the eardrums pounded with jellyfish tentacles wrapped around rice.

Jack, the Professional hijacker took an umbrella stand without the owner having a clue that Russian spies were not on board the tram. Neither were as close to Ipswich as Bishop Bolton of Ulm, who would not say it was Wednesday even if toads flew.  Rivets jumped skyward, propelled by laxatives.  It rained rubber chickens when live cockatoo cocks paraded past Corporal Himmelstoss frogs. Nobody was surprised.

The Rabbi was still washing his balloon pants in the imaginary well while contemplating motorcycle art. The stains on the new chap's magic underwear

[Griffin NoName]

Chapter Seventeen
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Wednesday morning never arrived. No-one took any notice and no work occurred. While no major catastrophes were avoided, several parakeets soiled their imaginary trousers after witnessing no particular good reason . Absent a decent wash, no avian feather donor would donate. Therefore no descent into the nest was even partially recommendable. Instead Jack refused to shout his BarMitzvah speech he hadn't the stamina to write. The hostess lifted her skirt to muted applause from Rabbi Hype Orcrite, Kill-Joy Extrordinaire, Graffiti-Artiste Par Mundane, who couldn't string his thoughts together without belching loudly, the eardrums pounded with jellyfish tentacles wrapped around rice.

Jack, the Professional hijacker took an umbrella stand without the owner having a clue that Russian spies were not on board the tram. Neither were as close to Ipswich as Bishop Bolton of Ulm, who would not say it was Wednesday even if toads flew.  Rivets jumped skyward, propelled by laxatives.  It rained rubber chickens when live cockatoo cocks paraded past Corporal Himmelstoss frogs. Nobody was surprised.

The Rabbi was still washing his balloon pants in the imaginary well while contemplating motorcycle art. The stains on the new chap's magic underwear glowed brightly.

[Pachyderm]

Chapter Seventeen
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Wednesday morning never arrived. No-one took any notice and no work occurred. While no major catastrophes were avoided, several parakeets soiled their imaginary trousers after witnessing no particular good reason . Absent a decent wash, no avian feather donor would donate. Therefore no descent into the nest was even partially recommendable. Instead Jack refused to shout his BarMitzvah speech he hadn't the stamina to write. The hostess lifted her skirt to muted applause from Rabbi Hype Orcrite, Kill-Joy Extrordinaire, Graffiti-Artiste Par Mundane, who couldn't string his thoughts together without belching loudly, the eardrums pounded with jellyfish tentacles wrapped around rice.

Jack, the Professional hijacker took an umbrella stand without the owner having a clue that Russian spies were not on board the tram. Neither were as close to Ipswich as Bishop Bolton of Ulm, who would not say it was Wednesday even if toads flew.  Rivets jumped skyward, propelled by laxatives.  It rained rubber chickens when live cockatoo cocks paraded past Corporal Himmelstoss frogs. Nobody was surprised.

The Rabbi was still washing his balloon pants in the imaginary well while contemplating motorcycle art. The stains on the new chap's magic underwear glowed brightly. Jack ducked

[Swatopluk]

Chapter Seventeen
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Wednesday morning never arrived. No-one took any notice and no work occurred. While no major catastrophes were avoided, several parakeets soiled their imaginary trousers after witnessing no particular good reason . Absent a decent wash, no avian feather donor would donate. Therefore no descent into the nest was even partially recommendable. Instead Jack refused to shout his BarMitzvah speech he hadn't the stamina to write. The hostess lifted her skirt to muted applause from Rabbi Hype Orcrite, Kill-Joy Extrordinaire, Graffiti-Artiste Par Mundane, who couldn't string his thoughts together without belching loudly, the eardrums pounded with jellyfish tentacles wrapped around rice.

Jack, the Professional hijacker took an umbrella stand without the owner having a clue that Russian spies were not on board the tram. Neither were as close to Ipswich as Bishop Bolton of Ulm, who would not say it was Wednesday even if toads flew.  Rivets jumped skyward, propelled by laxatives.  It rained rubber chickens when live cockatoo cocks paraded past Corporal Himmelstoss frogs. Nobody was surprised.

The Rabbi was still washing his balloon pants in the imaginary well while contemplating motorcycle art. The stains on the new chap's magic underwear glowed brightly. Jack ducked a moment

[Opsa]

Chapter Seventeen
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Wednesday morning never arrived. No-one took any notice and no work occurred. While no major catastrophes were avoided, several parakeets soiled their imaginary trousers after witnessing no particular good reason . Absent a decent wash, no avian feather donor would donate. Therefore no descent into the nest was even partially recommendable. Instead Jack refused to shout his BarMitzvah speech he hadn't the stamina to write. The hostess lifted her skirt to muted applause from Rabbi Hype Orcrite, Kill-Joy Extrordinaire, Graffiti-Artiste Par Mundane, who couldn't string his thoughts together without belching loudly, the eardrums pounded with jellyfish tentacles wrapped around rice.

Jack, the Professional hijacker took an umbrella stand without the owner having a clue that Russian spies were not on board the tram. Neither were as close to Ipswich as Bishop Bolton of Ulm, who would not say it was Wednesday even if toads flew.  Rivets jumped skyward, propelled by laxatives.  It rained rubber chickens when live cockatoo cocks paraded past Corporal Himmelstoss frogs. Nobody was surprised.

The Rabbi was still washing his balloon pants in the imaginary well while contemplating motorcycle art. The stains on the new chap's magic underwear glowed brightly. Jack ducked a moment too soon

[Bruder Cuzzen]

Chapter Seventeen
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Wednesday morning never arrived. No-one took any notice and no work occurred. While no major catastrophes were avoided, several parakeets soiled their imaginary trousers after witnessing no particular good reason . Absent a decent wash, no avian feather donor would donate. Therefore no descent into the nest was even partially recommendable. Instead Jack refused to shout his BarMitzvah speech he hadn't the stamina to write. The hostess lifted her skirt to muted applause from Rabbi Hype Orcrite, Kill-Joy Extrordinaire, Graffiti-Artiste Par Mundane, who couldn't string his thoughts together without belching loudly, the eardrums pounded with jellyfish tentacles wrapped around rice.

Jack, the Professional hijacker took an umbrella stand without the owner having a clue that Russian spies were not on board the tram. Neither were as close to Ipswich as Bishop Bolton of Ulm, who would not say it was Wednesday even if toads flew.  Rivets jumped skyward, propelled by laxatives.  It rained rubber chickens when live cockatoo cocks paraded past Corporal Himmelstoss frogs. Nobody was surprised.

The Rabbi was still washing his balloon pants in the imaginary well while contemplating motorcycle art. The stains on the new chap's magic underwear glowed brightly. Jack ducked a moment too soon , an apple