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#3120
November 26, 2009, 08:41:12 AM
Chapter 5 squared
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Enraged by rotton cheese Ratbeard Mouserham fired off his trusty Winchester while his sidekick 'Information loss' Carter searched the larder for leeches. Having found several indignant anemics in the pantry, he applied rat poison to the celestial choir. St.Lucifer followed close behind, picking up a loose canon and lighting his pipe with a flaming idiot. Popcorn spilt from the bowl, hitting the ground at a speed of roughly twice Mach 1 breaking all his toes into thousands of huge ugly purple and irritatingly staining the heirloom doilies from Grandma. Figuratively speaking, if you hang the bad grammar. Will anyone shake spear and hem Ming way with a kerfluffle of paraphanalia ? No televangelist worth dating would ever attend Crochet 101 or read that very invigorating psalm of Psammetich which always and with extreme unctuousness caused a strange effluent to emerge from the Stygian gloom that filled the wardrobe. Nonetheless Emilio thought it wise to punch the clock by the back entrance just in front of bouncer Fauntleroy Hovis-Weatherbottom. The bouncer's shadowed visage lit up a cigar in triplicate for reasons unknown. Several enebriated centipedes lurched around his quite nastily swollen canopic jars of mosaic chips. Cursing the lack of proper matches, Herr Schnitzelgruber wrinkled his oil-soaked napkin into an origami crane and loaded 20 crates of fire-crackers onto Emilio's outstretched hands before he had time to make his getaway. The escape was hampered by Ratbeard's aardvark which suddenly broke the silence with a ghastly shriek turning into several mewls quite like
Knurrhähne sind eßbar aber empfehlen würde ich das nicht unbedingt.
The aspitriglos is edible though I do not actually recommend it.

Griffin NoName

#3121
November 26, 2009, 06:11:47 PM
Chapter 5 squared
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Enraged by rotton cheese Ratbeard Mouserham fired off his trusty Winchester while his sidekick 'Information loss' Carter searched the larder for leeches. Having found several indignant anemics in the pantry, he applied rat poison to the celestial choir. St.Lucifer followed close behind, picking up a loose canon and lighting his pipe with a flaming idiot. Popcorn spilt from the bowl, hitting the ground at a speed of roughly twice Mach 1 breaking all his toes into thousands of huge ugly purple and irritatingly staining the heirloom doilies from Grandma. Figuratively speaking, if you hang the bad grammar. Will anyone shake spear and hem Ming way with a kerfluffle of paraphanalia ? No televangelist worth dating would ever attend Crochet 101 or read that very invigorating psalm of Psammetich which always and with extreme unctuousness caused a strange effluent to emerge from the Stygian gloom that filled the wardrobe. Nonetheless Emilio thought it wise to punch the clock by the back entrance just in front of bouncer Fauntleroy Hovis-Weatherbottom. The bouncer's shadowed visage lit up a cigar in triplicate for reasons unknown. Several enebriated centipedes lurched around his quite nastily swollen canopic jars of mosaic chips. Cursing the lack of proper matches, Herr Schnitzelgruber wrinkled his oil-soaked napkin into an origami crane and loaded 20 crates of fire-crackers onto Emilio's outstretched hands before he had time to make his getaway. The escape was hampered by Ratbeard's aardvark which suddenly broke the silence with a ghastly shriek turning into several mewls quite like the worst
Psychic Hotline Host

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

Swatopluk

#3122
November 27, 2009, 04:40:07 AM
Chapter 5 squared
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Enraged by rotton cheese Ratbeard Mouserham fired off his trusty Winchester while his sidekick 'Information loss' Carter searched the larder for leeches. Having found several indignant anemics in the pantry, he applied rat poison to the celestial choir. St.Lucifer followed close behind, picking up a loose canon and lighting his pipe with a flaming idiot. Popcorn spilt from the bowl, hitting the ground at a speed of roughly twice Mach 1 breaking all his toes into thousands of huge ugly purple and irritatingly staining the heirloom doilies from Grandma. Figuratively speaking, if you hang the bad grammar. Will anyone shake spear and hem Ming way with a kerfluffle of paraphanalia ? No televangelist worth dating would ever attend Crochet 101 or read that very invigorating psalm of Psammetich which always and with extreme unctuousness caused a strange effluent to emerge from the Stygian gloom that filled the wardrobe. Nonetheless Emilio thought it wise to punch the clock by the back entrance just in front of bouncer Fauntleroy Hovis-Weatherbottom. The bouncer's shadowed visage lit up a cigar in triplicate for reasons unknown. Several enebriated centipedes lurched around his quite nastily swollen canopic jars of mosaic chips. Cursing the lack of proper matches, Herr Schnitzelgruber wrinkled his oil-soaked napkin into an origami crane and loaded 20 crates of fire-crackers onto Emilio's outstretched hands before he had time to make his getaway. The escape was hampered by Ratbeard's aardvark which suddenly broke the silence with a ghastly shriek turning into several mewls quite like the worst case of
Knurrhähne sind eßbar aber empfehlen würde ich das nicht unbedingt.
The aspitriglos is edible though I do not actually recommend it.

Griffin NoName

#3123
November 27, 2009, 06:09:24 PM
Chapter 5 squared
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Enraged by rotton cheese Ratbeard Mouserham fired off his trusty Winchester while his sidekick 'Information loss' Carter searched the larder for leeches. Having found several indignant anemics in the pantry, he applied rat poison to the celestial choir. St.Lucifer followed close behind, picking up a loose canon and lighting his pipe with a flaming idiot. Popcorn spilt from the bowl, hitting the ground at a speed of roughly twice Mach 1 breaking all his toes into thousands of huge ugly purple and irritatingly staining the heirloom doilies from Grandma. Figuratively speaking, if you hang the bad grammar. Will anyone shake spear and hem Ming way with a kerfluffle of paraphanalia ? No televangelist worth dating would ever attend Crochet 101 or read that very invigorating psalm of Psammetich which always and with extreme unctuousness caused a strange effluent to emerge from the Stygian gloom that filled the wardrobe. Nonetheless Emilio thought it wise to punch the clock by the back entrance just in front of bouncer Fauntleroy Hovis-Weatherbottom. The bouncer's shadowed visage lit up a cigar in triplicate for reasons unknown. Several enebriated centipedes lurched around his quite nastily swollen canopic jars of mosaic chips. Cursing the lack of proper matches, Herr Schnitzelgruber wrinkled his oil-soaked napkin into an origami crane and loaded 20 crates of fire-crackers onto Emilio's outstretched hands before he had time to make his getaway. The escape was hampered by Ratbeard's aardvark which suddenly broke the silence with a ghastly shriek turning into several mewls quite like the worst case of Swiss yodeling
Psychic Hotline Host

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

Swatopluk

#3124
November 28, 2009, 07:45:26 AM
Chapter 5 squared
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Enraged by rotton cheese Ratbeard Mouserham fired off his trusty Winchester while his sidekick 'Information loss' Carter searched the larder for leeches. Having found several indignant anemics in the pantry, he applied rat poison to the celestial choir. St.Lucifer followed close behind, picking up a loose canon and lighting his pipe with a flaming idiot. Popcorn spilt from the bowl, hitting the ground at a speed of roughly twice Mach 1 breaking all his toes into thousands of huge ugly purple and irritatingly staining the heirloom doilies from Grandma. Figuratively speaking, if you hang the bad grammar. Will anyone shake spear and hem Ming way with a kerfluffle of paraphanalia ? No televangelist worth dating would ever attend Crochet 101 or read that very invigorating psalm of Psammetich which always and with extreme unctuousness caused a strange effluent to emerge from the Stygian gloom that filled the wardrobe. Nonetheless Emilio thought it wise to punch the clock by the back entrance just in front of bouncer Fauntleroy Hovis-Weatherbottom. The bouncer's shadowed visage lit up a cigar in triplicate for reasons unknown. Several enebriated centipedes lurched around his quite nastily swollen canopic jars of mosaic chips. Cursing the lack of proper matches, Herr Schnitzelgruber wrinkled his oil-soaked napkin into an origami crane and loaded 20 crates of fire-crackers onto Emilio's outstretched hands before he had time to make his getaway. The escape was hampered by Ratbeard's aardvark which suddenly broke the silence with a ghastly shriek turning into several mewls quite like the worst case of Swiss yodeling ever broadcast

Knurrhähne sind eßbar aber empfehlen würde ich das nicht unbedingt.
The aspitriglos is edible though I do not actually recommend it.

Griffin NoName

#3125
November 28, 2009, 04:12:02 PM
Chapter 5 squared
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Enraged by rotton cheese Ratbeard Mouserham fired off his trusty Winchester while his sidekick 'Information loss' Carter searched the larder for leeches. Having found several indignant anemics in the pantry, he applied rat poison to the celestial choir. St.Lucifer followed close behind, picking up a loose canon and lighting his pipe with a flaming idiot. Popcorn spilt from the bowl, hitting the ground at a speed of roughly twice Mach 1 breaking all his toes into thousands of huge ugly purple and irritatingly staining the heirloom doilies from Grandma. Figuratively speaking, if you hang the bad grammar. Will anyone shake spear and hem Ming way with a kerfluffle of paraphanalia ? No televangelist worth dating would ever attend Crochet 101 or read that very invigorating psalm of Psammetich which always and with extreme unctuousness caused a strange effluent to emerge from the Stygian gloom that filled the wardrobe. Nonetheless Emilio thought it wise to punch the clock by the back entrance just in front of bouncer Fauntleroy Hovis-Weatherbottom. The bouncer's shadowed visage lit up a cigar in triplicate for reasons unknown. Several enebriated centipedes lurched around his quite nastily swollen canopic jars of mosaic chips. Cursing the lack of proper matches, Herr Schnitzelgruber wrinkled his oil-soaked napkin into an origami crane and loaded 20 crates of fire-crackers onto Emilio's outstretched hands before he had time to make his getaway. The escape was hampered by Ratbeard's aardvark which suddenly broke the silence with a ghastly shriek turning into several mewls quite like the worst case of Swiss yodeling ever broadcast on inter-galactic
Psychic Hotline Host

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

Swatopluk

#3126
November 28, 2009, 04:43:27 PM
Chapter 5 squared
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Enraged by rotton cheese Ratbeard Mouserham fired off his trusty Winchester while his sidekick 'Information loss' Carter searched the larder for leeches. Having found several indignant anemics in the pantry, he applied rat poison to the celestial choir. St.Lucifer followed close behind, picking up a loose canon and lighting his pipe with a flaming idiot. Popcorn spilt from the bowl, hitting the ground at a speed of roughly twice Mach 1 breaking all his toes into thousands of huge ugly purple and irritatingly staining the heirloom doilies from Grandma. Figuratively speaking, if you hang the bad grammar. Will anyone shake spear and hem Ming way with a kerfluffle of paraphanalia ? No televangelist worth dating would ever attend Crochet 101 or read that very invigorating psalm of Psammetich which always and with extreme unctuousness caused a strange effluent to emerge from the Stygian gloom that filled the wardrobe. Nonetheless Emilio thought it wise to punch the clock by the back entrance just in front of bouncer Fauntleroy Hovis-Weatherbottom. The bouncer's shadowed visage lit up a cigar in triplicate for reasons unknown. Several enebriated centipedes lurched around his quite nastily swollen canopic jars of mosaic chips. Cursing the lack of proper matches, Herr Schnitzelgruber wrinkled his oil-soaked napkin into an origami crane and loaded 20 crates of fire-crackers onto Emilio's outstretched hands before he had time to make his getaway. The escape was hampered by Ratbeard's aardvark which suddenly broke the silence with a ghastly shriek turning into several mewls quite like the worst case of Swiss yodeling ever broadcast on inter-galactic VLF radio.
Knurrhähne sind eßbar aber empfehlen würde ich das nicht unbedingt.
The aspitriglos is edible though I do not actually recommend it.

Griffin NoName

#3127
November 29, 2009, 03:34:52 AM

Chapter The Sixth
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Lumberjacks carrying
Psychic Hotline Host

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

Swatopluk

#3128
November 29, 2009, 09:20:19 AM
Chapter The Sixth
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Lumberjacks carrying inflatable trunks

Knurrhähne sind eßbar aber empfehlen würde ich das nicht unbedingt.
The aspitriglos is edible though I do not actually recommend it.

Griffin NoName

#3129
November 29, 2009, 05:41:04 PM
Chapter The Sixth
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Lumberjacks carrying inflatable trunks deposited several
Psychic Hotline Host

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

Pachyderm

#3130
November 29, 2009, 08:46:26 PM
Chapter The Sixth
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Lumberjacks carrying inflatable trunks deposited several piles of
Imus ad magum Ozi videndum, magum Ozi mirum mirissimum....

Griffin NoName

#3131
November 30, 2009, 02:36:18 AM
Chapter The Sixth
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Lumberjacks carrying inflatable trunks deposited several piles of deckchairs on
Psychic Hotline Host

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

Swatopluk

#3132
November 30, 2009, 09:29:07 AM
Chapter The Sixth
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Lumberjacks carrying inflatable trunks deposited several piles of deckchairs on the green
Knurrhähne sind eßbar aber empfehlen würde ich das nicht unbedingt.
The aspitriglos is edible though I do not actually recommend it.

Griffin NoName

#3133
November 30, 2009, 11:40:53 PM
Chapter The Sixth
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Lumberjacks carrying inflatable trunks deposited several piles of deckchairs on the green at the
Psychic Hotline Host

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

Swatopluk

#3134
December 01, 2009, 08:48:43 AM Last Edit: December 02, 2009, 05:00:55 PM by Opsanus tau
Chapter The Sixth
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Lumberjacks carrying inflatable trunks deposited several piles of deckchairs on the green at the semi-annual grand
Knurrhähne sind eßbar aber empfehlen würde ich das nicht unbedingt.
The aspitriglos is edible though I do not actually recommend it.
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