Two word story

[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 movement, there the large Hadron Collider (built with rubber bands and lots of auresetoelephantine plastics) saved the day . None of the atoms in the atomosphere were harmed during the making of the Belgrano or Conqueror's undoing but they nonetheless fled circuitously around Lucky's thorax before jiggling their way between the garden gnome's Union Flag and his waistcoat. Chaos ensued before the cleanup crew arrived

[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 aimed at Lucky's thorax in case of sudden movement, there the large Hadron Collider (built with rubber bands and lots of auresetoelephantine plastics) saved the day . None of the atoms in the atomosphere were harmed during the making of the Belgrano or Conqueror's undoing but they nonetheless fled circuitously around Lucky's thorax before jiggling their way between the garden gnome's Union Flag and his waistcoat. Chaos ensued before the cleanup crew arrived and took

[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 the large Hadron Collider (built with rubber bands and lots of auresetoelephantine plastics) saved the day . None of the atoms in the atomosphere were harmed during the making of the Belgrano or Conqueror's undoing but they nonetheless fled circuitously around Lucky's thorax before jiggling their way between the garden gnome's Union Flag and his waistcoat. Chaos ensued before the cleanup crew arrived and took over the

[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 aimed at Lucky's thorax in case of sudden movement, there the large Hadron Collider (built with rubber bands and lots of auresetoelephantine plastics) saved the day . None of the atoms in the atomosphere were harmed during the making of the Belgrano or Conqueror's undoing but they nonetheless fled circuitously around Lucky's thorax before jiggling their way between the garden gnome's Union Flag and his waistcoat. Chaos ensued before the cleanup crew arrived and took over the complete collection

[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 the large Hadron Collider (built with rubber bands and lots of auresetoelephantine plastics) saved the day . None of the atoms in the atomosphere were harmed during the making of the Belgrano or Conqueror's undoing but they nonetheless fled circuitously around Lucky's thorax before jiggling their way between the garden gnome's Union Flag and his waistcoat. Chaos ensued before the cleanup crew arrived and took over the complete collection of rubbish

[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 aimed at Lucky's thorax in case of sudden movement, there the large Hadron Collider (built with rubber bands and lots of auresetoelephantine plastics) saved the day . None of the atoms in the atomosphere were harmed during the making of the Belgrano or Conqueror's undoing but they nonetheless fled circuitously around Lucky's thorax before jiggling their way between the garden gnome's Union Flag and his waistcoat. Chaos ensued before the cleanup crew arrived and took over the complete collection of rubbish and offal

[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 the large Hadron Collider (built with rubber bands and lots of auresetoelephantine plastics) saved the day . None of the atoms in the atomosphere were harmed during the making of the Belgrano or Conqueror's undoing but they nonetheless fled circuitously around Lucky's thorax before jiggling their way between the garden gnome's Union Flag and his waistcoat. Chaos ensued before the cleanup crew arrived and took over the complete collection of rubbish and offal that was

[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 aimed at Lucky's thorax in case of sudden movement, there the large Hadron Collider (built with rubber bands and lots of auresetoelephantine plastics) saved the day . None of the atoms in the atomosphere were harmed during the making of the Belgrano or Conqueror's undoing but they nonetheless fled circuitously around Lucky's thorax before jiggling their way between the garden gnome's Union Flag and his waistcoat. Chaos ensued before the cleanup crew arrived and took over the complete collection of rubbish and offal that was not yet

[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 the large Hadron Collider (built with rubber bands and lots of auresetoelephantine plastics) saved the day . None of the atoms in the atomosphere were harmed during the making of the Belgrano or Conqueror's undoing but they nonetheless fled circuitously around Lucky's thorax before jiggling their way between the garden gnome's Union Flag and his waistcoat. Chaos ensued before the cleanup crew arrived and took over the complete collection of rubbish and offal that was not yet subject to

[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 aimed at Lucky's thorax in case of sudden movement, there the large Hadron Collider (built with rubber bands and lots of auresetoelephantine plastics) saved the day . None of the atoms in the atomosphere were harmed during the making of the Belgrano or Conqueror's undoing but they nonetheless fled circuitously around Lucky's thorax before jiggling their way between the garden gnome's Union Flag and his waistcoat. Chaos ensued before the cleanup crew arrived and took over the complete collection of rubbish and offal that was not yet subject to mutual manipulation

[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 the large Hadron Collider (built with rubber bands and lots of auresetoelephantine plastics) saved the day . None of the atoms in the atomosphere were harmed during the making of the Belgrano or Conqueror's undoing but they nonetheless fled circuitously around Lucky's thorax before jiggling their way between the garden gnome's Union Flag and his waistcoat. Chaos ensued before the cleanup crew arrived and took over the complete collection of rubbish and offal that was not yet subject to mutual manipulation (mutual rubbish

[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 aimed at Lucky's thorax in case of sudden movement, there the large Hadron Collider (built with rubber bands and lots of auresetoelephantine plastics) saved the day . None of the atoms in the atomosphere were harmed during the making of the Belgrano or Conqueror's undoing but they nonetheless fled circuitously around Lucky's thorax before jiggling their way between the garden gnome's Union Flag and his waistcoat. Chaos ensued before the cleanup crew arrived and took over the complete collection of rubbish and offal that was not yet subject to mutual manipulation (mutual rubbish pleasuritizationing is

[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 the large Hadron Collider (built with rubber bands and lots of auresetoelephantine plastics) saved the day . None of the atoms in the atomosphere were harmed during the making of the Belgrano or Conqueror's undoing but they nonetheless fled circuitously around Lucky's thorax before jiggling their way between the garden gnome's Union Flag and his waistcoat. Chaos ensued before the cleanup crew arrived and took over the complete collection of rubbish and offal that was not yet subject to mutual manipulation (mutual rubbish pleasuritizationing is endemic in

[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 aimed at Lucky's thorax in case of sudden movement, there the large Hadron Collider (built with rubber bands and lots of auresetoelephantine plastics) saved the day . None of the atoms in the atomosphere were harmed during the making of the Belgrano or Conqueror's undoing but they nonetheless fled circuitously around Lucky's thorax before jiggling their way between the garden gnome's Union Flag and his waistcoat. Chaos ensued before the cleanup crew arrived and took over the complete collection of rubbish and offal that was not yet subject to mutual manipulation (mutual rubbish pleasuritizationing is endemic in certain areas

[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 the large Hadron Collider (built with rubber bands and lots of auresetoelephantine plastics) saved the day . None of the atoms in the atomosphere were harmed during the making of the Belgrano or Conqueror's undoing but they nonetheless fled circuitously around Lucky's thorax before jiggling their way between the garden gnome's Union Flag and his waistcoat. Chaos ensued before the cleanup crew arrived and took over the complete collection of rubbish and offal that was not yet subject to mutual manipulation (mutual rubbish pleasuritizationing is endemic in certain areas of the