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

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Griffin NoName

The Sixty-One minus Zero Chapter

The wind came with too many memories of burnt hair from fartlighting to be taken seriously. But still the stench lingered on like a stubborn barnacle, unwilling to let go however strong a disinfectant made from hydrolic acid and penta-iodo-methane they drank ("They" being stubborn barnacles) or whatever, stinking out the Archimandrite's left nostril . Lacking a suitable orifice for proper disposal of the large blue whale, Emilio opened the letter Q with J had bought from Ikea yesterday but had insufficient funds . The enforcers hurled a Billy shelf at his garden gnome, breaking off its fishing hat but missing the cement flowers next to its testicles that had crumbled off and struck Lucky. Lucky the caterpillar. From Ireland. The googleblaster unexpectedly spoke from the depths of the upper echelons of nether heck village in Hades. It foretold that Lucky would in less than seven but more than six standard time candles disintegrate but remanifest as God of paperclips, sandstorms and hummingbirds for 45 seconds, 16 minutes and 5 fortnights before plunging into the pudding . This prophecy proved false by almost forty centimetres per BTU. Emilio reflected clearly upon this anomaly and broke his brain bleach bottle over the unstinting protests against bleached or otherwise photoshopped models that at best only vaguely illustrated what said most about
Psychic Hotline Host

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


Opsa

The Sixty-One minus Zero Chapter

The wind came with too many memories of burnt hair from fartlighting to be taken seriously. But still the stench lingered on like a stubborn barnacle, unwilling to let go however strong a disinfectant made from hydrolic acid and penta-iodo-methane they drank ("They" being stubborn barnacles) or whatever, stinking out the Archimandrite's left nostril . Lacking a suitable orifice for proper disposal of the large blue whale, Emilio opened the letter Q with J had bought from Ikea yesterday but had insufficient funds . The enforcers hurled a Billy shelf at his garden gnome, breaking off its fishing hat but missing the cement flowers next to its testicles that had crumbled off and struck Lucky. Lucky the caterpillar. From Ireland. The googleblaster unexpectedly spoke from the depths of the upper echelons of nether heck village in Hades. It foretold that Lucky would in less than seven but more than six standard time candles disintegrate but remanifest as God of paperclips, sandstorms and hummingbirds for 45 seconds, 16 minutes and 5 fortnights before plunging into the pudding . This prophecy proved false by almost forty centimetres per BTU. Emilio reflected clearly upon this anomaly and broke his brain bleach bottle over the unstinting protests against bleached or otherwise photoshopped models that at best only vaguely illustrated what said most about their psyches.

Swatopluk


The Sixty-One minus Zero Chapter

The wind came with too many memories of burnt hair from fartlighting to be taken seriously. But still the stench lingered on like a stubborn barnacle, unwilling to let go however strong a disinfectant made from hydrolic acid and penta-iodo-methane they drank ("They" being stubborn barnacles) or whatever, stinking out the Archimandrite's left nostril . Lacking a suitable orifice for proper disposal of the large blue whale, Emilio opened the letter Q with J had bought from Ikea yesterday but had insufficient funds . The enforcers hurled a Billy shelf at his garden gnome, breaking off its fishing hat but missing the cement flowers next to its testicles that had crumbled off and struck Lucky. Lucky the caterpillar. From Ireland. The googleblaster unexpectedly spoke from the depths of the upper echelons of nether heck village in Hades. It foretold that Lucky would in less than seven but more than six standard time candles disintegrate but remanifest as God of paperclips, sandstorms and hummingbirds for 45 seconds, 16 minutes and 5 fortnights before plunging into the pudding . This prophecy proved false by almost forty centimetres per BTU. Emilio reflected clearly upon this anomaly and broke his brain bleach bottle over the unstinting protests against bleached or otherwise photoshopped models that at best only vaguely illustrated what said most about their psyches. Still no
Knurrhähne sind eßbar aber empfehlen würde ich das nicht unbedingt.
The aspitriglos is edible though I do not actually recommend it.

Griffin NoName

The Sixty-One minus Zero Chapter

The wind came with too many memories of burnt hair from fartlighting to be taken seriously. But still the stench lingered on like a stubborn barnacle, unwilling to let go however strong a disinfectant made from hydrolic acid and penta-iodo-methane they drank ("They" being stubborn barnacles) or whatever, stinking out the Archimandrite's left nostril . Lacking a suitable orifice for proper disposal of the large blue whale, Emilio opened the letter Q with J had bought from Ikea yesterday but had insufficient funds . The enforcers hurled a Billy shelf at his garden gnome, breaking off its fishing hat but missing the cement flowers next to its testicles that had crumbled off and struck Lucky. Lucky the caterpillar. From Ireland. The googleblaster unexpectedly spoke from the depths of the upper echelons of nether heck village in Hades. It foretold that Lucky would in less than seven but more than six standard time candles disintegrate but remanifest as God of paperclips, sandstorms and hummingbirds for 45 seconds, 16 minutes and 5 fortnights before plunging into the pudding . This prophecy proved false by almost forty centimetres per BTU. Emilio reflected clearly upon this anomaly and broke his brain bleach bottle over the unstinting protests against bleached or otherwise photoshopped models that at best only vaguely illustrated what said most about their psyches. Still no sense in
Psychic Hotline Host

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


Opsa

The Sixty-One minus Zero Chapter

The wind came with too many memories of burnt hair from fartlighting to be taken seriously. But still the stench lingered on like a stubborn barnacle, unwilling to let go however strong a disinfectant made from hydrolic acid and penta-iodo-methane they drank ("They" being stubborn barnacles) or whatever, stinking out the Archimandrite's left nostril . Lacking a suitable orifice for proper disposal of the large blue whale, Emilio opened the letter Q with J had bought from Ikea yesterday but had insufficient funds . The enforcers hurled a Billy shelf at his garden gnome, breaking off its fishing hat but missing the cement flowers next to its testicles that had crumbled off and struck Lucky. Lucky the caterpillar. From Ireland. The googleblaster unexpectedly spoke from the depths of the upper echelons of nether heck village in Hades. It foretold that Lucky would in less than seven but more than six standard time candles disintegrate but remanifest as God of paperclips, sandstorms and hummingbirds for 45 seconds, 16 minutes and 5 fortnights before plunging into the pudding . This prophecy proved false by almost forty centimetres per BTU. Emilio reflected clearly upon this anomaly and broke his brain bleach bottle over the unstinting protests against bleached or otherwise photoshopped models that at best only vaguely illustrated what said most about their psyches. Still no sense in wasting a

Swatopluk


The Sixty-One minus Zero Chapter

The wind came with too many memories of burnt hair from fartlighting to be taken seriously. But still the stench lingered on like a stubborn barnacle, unwilling to let go however strong a disinfectant made from hydrolic acid and penta-iodo-methane they drank ("They" being stubborn barnacles) or whatever, stinking out the Archimandrite's left nostril . Lacking a suitable orifice for proper disposal of the large blue whale, Emilio opened the letter Q with J had bought from Ikea yesterday but had insufficient funds . The enforcers hurled a Billy shelf at his garden gnome, breaking off its fishing hat but missing the cement flowers next to its testicles that had crumbled off and struck Lucky. Lucky the caterpillar. From Ireland. The googleblaster unexpectedly spoke from the depths of the upper echelons of nether heck village in Hades. It foretold that Lucky would in less than seven but more than six standard time candles disintegrate but remanifest as God of paperclips, sandstorms and hummingbirds for 45 seconds, 16 minutes and 5 fortnights before plunging into the pudding . This prophecy proved false by almost forty centimetres per BTU. Emilio reflected clearly upon this anomaly and broke his brain bleach bottle over the unstinting protests against bleached or otherwise photoshopped models that at best only vaguely illustrated what said most about their psyches. Still no sense in wasting a good magazine
Knurrhähne sind eßbar aber empfehlen würde ich das nicht unbedingt.
The aspitriglos is edible though I do not actually recommend it.

Opsa

The Sixty-One minus Zero Chapter

The wind came with too many memories of burnt hair from fartlighting to be taken seriously. But still the stench lingered on like a stubborn barnacle, unwilling to let go however strong a disinfectant made from hydrolic acid and penta-iodo-methane they drank ("They" being stubborn barnacles) or whatever, stinking out the Archimandrite's left nostril . Lacking a suitable orifice for proper disposal of the large blue whale, Emilio opened the letter Q with J had bought from Ikea yesterday but had insufficient funds . The enforcers hurled a Billy shelf at his garden gnome, breaking off its fishing hat but missing the cement flowers next to its testicles that had crumbled off and struck Lucky. Lucky the caterpillar. From Ireland. The googleblaster unexpectedly spoke from the depths of the upper echelons of nether heck village in Hades. It foretold that Lucky would in less than seven but more than six standard time candles disintegrate but remanifest as God of paperclips, sandstorms and hummingbirds for 45 seconds, 16 minutes and 5 fortnights before plunging into the pudding . This prophecy proved false by almost forty centimetres per BTU. Emilio reflected clearly upon this anomaly and broke his brain bleach bottle over the unstinting protests against bleached or otherwise photoshopped models that at best only vaguely illustrated what said most about their psyches. Still no sense in wasting a good magazine, Emilio thought,

Swatopluk


The Sixty-One minus Zero Chapter

The wind came with too many memories of burnt hair from fartlighting to be taken seriously. But still the stench lingered on like a stubborn barnacle, unwilling to let go however strong a disinfectant made from hydrolic acid and penta-iodo-methane they drank ("They" being stubborn barnacles) or whatever, stinking out the Archimandrite's left nostril . Lacking a suitable orifice for proper disposal of the large blue whale, Emilio opened the letter Q with J had bought from Ikea yesterday but had insufficient funds . The enforcers hurled a Billy shelf at his garden gnome, breaking off its fishing hat but missing the cement flowers next to its testicles that had crumbled off and struck Lucky. Lucky the caterpillar. From Ireland. The googleblaster unexpectedly spoke from the depths of the upper echelons of nether heck village in Hades. It foretold that Lucky would in less than seven but more than six standard time candles disintegrate but remanifest as God of paperclips, sandstorms and hummingbirds for 45 seconds, 16 minutes and 5 fortnights before plunging into the pudding . This prophecy proved false by almost forty centimetres per BTU. Emilio reflected clearly upon this anomaly and broke his brain bleach bottle over the unstinting protests against bleached or otherwise photoshopped models that at best only vaguely illustrated what said most about their psyches. Still no sense in wasting a good magazine, Emilio thought, but with
Knurrhähne sind eßbar aber empfehlen würde ich das nicht unbedingt.
The aspitriglos is edible though I do not actually recommend it.

Griffin NoName

The Sixty-One minus Zero Chapter

The wind came with too many memories of burnt hair from fartlighting to be taken seriously. But still the stench lingered on like a stubborn barnacle, unwilling to let go however strong a disinfectant made from hydrolic acid and penta-iodo-methane they drank ("They" being stubborn barnacles) or whatever, stinking out the Archimandrite's left nostril . Lacking a suitable orifice for proper disposal of the large blue whale, Emilio opened the letter Q with J had bought from Ikea yesterday but had insufficient funds . The enforcers hurled a Billy shelf at his garden gnome, breaking off its fishing hat but missing the cement flowers next to its testicles that had crumbled off and struck Lucky. Lucky the caterpillar. From Ireland. The googleblaster unexpectedly spoke from the depths of the upper echelons of nether heck village in Hades. It foretold that Lucky would in less than seven but more than six standard time candles disintegrate but remanifest as God of paperclips, sandstorms and hummingbirds for 45 seconds, 16 minutes and 5 fortnights before plunging into the pudding . This prophecy proved false by almost forty centimetres per BTU. Emilio reflected clearly upon this anomaly and broke his brain bleach bottle over the unstinting protests against bleached or otherwise photoshopped models that at best only vaguely illustrated what said most about their psyches. Still no sense in wasting a good magazine, Emilio thought, but with am empty
Psychic Hotline Host

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


Swatopluk


The Sixty-One minus Zero Chapter

The wind came with too many memories of burnt hair from fartlighting to be taken seriously. But still the stench lingered on like a stubborn barnacle, unwilling to let go however strong a disinfectant made from hydrolic acid and penta-iodo-methane they drank ("They" being stubborn barnacles) or whatever, stinking out the Archimandrite's left nostril . Lacking a suitable orifice for proper disposal of the large blue whale, Emilio opened the letter Q with J had bought from Ikea yesterday but had insufficient funds . The enforcers hurled a Billy shelf at his garden gnome, breaking off its fishing hat but missing the cement flowers next to its testicles that had crumbled off and struck Lucky. Lucky the caterpillar. From Ireland. The googleblaster unexpectedly spoke from the depths of the upper echelons of nether heck village in Hades. It foretold that Lucky would in less than seven but more than six standard time candles disintegrate but remanifest as God of paperclips, sandstorms and hummingbirds for 45 seconds, 16 minutes and 5 fortnights before plunging into the pudding . This prophecy proved false by almost forty centimetres per BTU. Emilio reflected clearly upon this anomaly and broke his brain bleach bottle over the unstinting protests against bleached or otherwise photoshopped models that at best only vaguely illustrated what said most about their psyches. Still no sense in wasting a good magazine, Emilio thought, but with an empty assault rifle
Knurrhähne sind eßbar aber empfehlen würde ich das nicht unbedingt.
The aspitriglos is edible though I do not actually recommend it.

Griffin NoName

The Sixty-One minus Zero Chapter

The wind came with too many memories of burnt hair from fartlighting to be taken seriously. But still the stench lingered on like a stubborn barnacle, unwilling to let go however strong a disinfectant made from hydrolic acid and penta-iodo-methane they drank ("They" being stubborn barnacles) or whatever, stinking out the Archimandrite's left nostril . Lacking a suitable orifice for proper disposal of the large blue whale, Emilio opened the letter Q with J had bought from Ikea yesterday but had insufficient funds . The enforcers hurled a Billy shelf at his garden gnome, breaking off its fishing hat but missing the cement flowers next to its testicles that had crumbled off and struck Lucky. Lucky the caterpillar. From Ireland. The googleblaster unexpectedly spoke from the depths of the upper echelons of nether heck village in Hades. It foretold that Lucky would in less than seven but more than six standard time candles disintegrate but remanifest as God of paperclips, sandstorms and hummingbirds for 45 seconds, 16 minutes and 5 fortnights before plunging into the pudding . This prophecy proved false by almost forty centimetres per BTU. Emilio reflected clearly upon this anomaly and broke his brain bleach bottle over the unstinting protests against bleached or otherwise photoshopped models that at best only vaguely illustrated what said most about their psyches. Still no sense in wasting a good magazine, Emilio thought, but with an empty assault rifle aimed at
Psychic Hotline Host

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


Opsa

The Sixty-One minus Zero Chapter

The wind came with too many memories of burnt hair from fartlighting to be taken seriously. But still the stench lingered on like a stubborn barnacle, unwilling to let go however strong a disinfectant made from hydrolic acid and penta-iodo-methane they drank ("They" being stubborn barnacles) or whatever, stinking out the Archimandrite's left nostril . Lacking a suitable orifice for proper disposal of the large blue whale, Emilio opened the letter Q with J had bought from Ikea yesterday but had insufficient funds . The enforcers hurled a Billy shelf at his garden gnome, breaking off its fishing hat but missing the cement flowers next to its testicles that had crumbled off and struck Lucky. Lucky the caterpillar. From Ireland. The googleblaster unexpectedly spoke from the depths of the upper echelons of nether heck village in Hades. It foretold that Lucky would in less than seven but more than six standard time candles disintegrate but remanifest as God of paperclips, sandstorms and hummingbirds for 45 seconds, 16 minutes and 5 fortnights before plunging into the pudding . This prophecy proved false by almost forty centimetres per BTU. Emilio reflected clearly upon this anomaly and broke his brain bleach bottle over the unstinting protests against bleached or otherwise photoshopped models that at best only vaguely illustrated what said most about their psyches. Still no sense in wasting a good magazine, Emilio thought, but with an empty assault rifle aimed at Lucky's thorax

Griffin NoName

The Sixty-One minus Zero Chapter

The wind came with too many memories of burnt hair from fartlighting to be taken seriously. But still the stench lingered on like a stubborn barnacle, unwilling to let go however strong a disinfectant made from hydrolic acid and penta-iodo-methane they drank ("They" being stubborn barnacles) or whatever, stinking out the Archimandrite's left nostril . Lacking a suitable orifice for proper disposal of the large blue whale, Emilio opened the letter Q with J had bought from Ikea yesterday but had insufficient funds . The enforcers hurled a Billy shelf at his garden gnome, breaking off its fishing hat but missing the cement flowers next to its testicles that had crumbled off and struck Lucky. Lucky the caterpillar. From Ireland. The googleblaster unexpectedly spoke from the depths of the upper echelons of nether heck village in Hades. It foretold that Lucky would in less than seven but more than six standard time candles disintegrate but remanifest as God of paperclips, sandstorms and hummingbirds for 45 seconds, 16 minutes and 5 fortnights before plunging into the pudding . This prophecy proved false by almost forty centimetres per BTU. Emilio reflected clearly upon this anomaly and broke his brain bleach bottle over the unstinting protests against bleached or otherwise photoshopped models that at best only vaguely illustrated what said most about their psyches. Still no sense in wasting a good magazine, Emilio thought, but with an empty assault rifle aimed at Lucky's thorax in case
Psychic Hotline Host

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


Opsa

The Sixty-One minus Zero Chapter

The wind came with too many memories of burnt hair from fartlighting to be taken seriously. But still the stench lingered on like a stubborn barnacle, unwilling to let go however strong a disinfectant made from hydrolic acid and penta-iodo-methane they drank ("They" being stubborn barnacles) or whatever, stinking out the Archimandrite's left nostril . Lacking a suitable orifice for proper disposal of the large blue whale, Emilio opened the letter Q with J had bought from Ikea yesterday but had insufficient funds . The enforcers hurled a Billy shelf at his garden gnome, breaking off its fishing hat but missing the cement flowers next to its testicles that had crumbled off and struck Lucky. Lucky the caterpillar. From Ireland. The googleblaster unexpectedly spoke from the depths of the upper echelons of nether heck village in Hades. It foretold that Lucky would in less than seven but more than six standard time candles disintegrate but remanifest as God of paperclips, sandstorms and hummingbirds for 45 seconds, 16 minutes and 5 fortnights before plunging into the pudding . This prophecy proved false by almost forty centimetres per BTU. Emilio reflected clearly upon this anomaly and broke his brain bleach bottle over the unstinting protests against bleached or otherwise photoshopped models that at best only vaguely illustrated what said most about their psyches. Still no sense in wasting a good magazine, Emilio thought, but with an empty assault rifle aimed at Lucky's thorax in case of sudden

Griffin NoName

The Sixty-One minus Zero Chapter

The wind came with too many memories of burnt hair from fartlighting to be taken seriously. But still the stench lingered on like a stubborn barnacle, unwilling to let go however strong a disinfectant made from hydrolic acid and penta-iodo-methane they drank ("They" being stubborn barnacles) or whatever, stinking out the Archimandrite's left nostril . Lacking a suitable orifice for proper disposal of the large blue whale, Emilio opened the letter Q with J had bought from Ikea yesterday but had insufficient funds . The enforcers hurled a Billy shelf at his garden gnome, breaking off its fishing hat but missing the cement flowers next to its testicles that had crumbled off and struck Lucky. Lucky the caterpillar. From Ireland. The googleblaster unexpectedly spoke from the depths of the upper echelons of nether heck village in Hades. It foretold that Lucky would in less than seven but more than six standard time candles disintegrate but remanifest as God of paperclips, sandstorms and hummingbirds for 45 seconds, 16 minutes and 5 fortnights before plunging into the pudding . This prophecy proved false by almost forty centimetres per BTU. Emilio reflected clearly upon this anomaly and broke his brain bleach bottle over the unstinting protests against bleached or otherwise photoshopped models that at best only vaguely illustrated what said most about their psyches. Still no sense in wasting a good magazine, Emilio thought, but with an empty assault rifle aimed at Lucky's thorax in case of sudden movement, there
Psychic Hotline Host

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