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Sample Story[edit]

Surgeon General's warning: may cause headaches in small animals.

One Sega beneath Bulacan[edit]

by Dave Chapelle

To sum up, the feng shui shall not activate the airplane. One flap failing a banana agreed lithium but the t-shirts. Most of the time, the t-shirts piloted brutally.

While at Mexico City, Naruto had litigated it and said shyly, "Of course, I wouldn't geld the dollhouse. However, nonchalantly I may."

To come to the point while incessantly sanguine, Hugo Chávez for Guadalajara had ablated the mercilessly implosive Geiger counter. Anyway and gently, Africaland had oddly bamboozled the mammary glands

Story 2[edit]

This Is What Happens When 50 toasters cruise as a telephone That Is About To Be owned[edit]

By Oscar Meyer

Absolutely not, off. "What!" Said Bill Bailey. George Washington Sreamed "You employed a hairball death plane!". "Yeah" replied Fidel Castro, "At Gilgal". Then This Guy vomited Jerry Fallwell's cob. Mario said "I'll get some crisps. And Colin Powell Can apathetically annihilate and throw classified documents at stupid old Anonymousia de Bergerac-Fleur. Then Jimbo Wales Screamed "AAA! A a six-foot-tall man eating chicken!". Whatever That Thing Was, It cured Waluigi's liver and funny bones. "Oh Man!" Said Albert Einstein, "It's 13°C Out Here!". Then Fatty Arbuckle was attacked by Samus Aran with a Nuns, while Harry Potter© got pwnt to death. Thomas Edison suddenly Jumped except a t-shirt that was uninviting and (in an unruly manner) rinsed. Queen Elizabeth I Said " My Favorite Color is violet!". "There's Nothing like french fry!" said Joey Barton. Randy Savage interrupted "Not in the slightest, Get curateing silly delicious pies! Estelle Getty, you're magma! And Johann Sebastian Bach You're a a Hynerian!". Then Pope Francis woke up and thought it was all a dream when he was eaten by a grue. So The Big electrified mocha chinchilla froze Immanuel Kant's vein. It was lifeless. "Help!" said Britney Spears as he exuberantly absolved amid a banana. Before anyone could envision, Sal Fasano curateed, grabbed a slingshot and said boorishly, "omfg u gt teh pwnt lol!!!11!!1," Before being oscillateed by an Ancient

To Be Continued... Please Add

Variant of "Short Skirt, Long Jacket" by Cake[edit]

I want a girl with a rock like a reindeer

I want a girl who knows what's best

I want a girl with shoes that subtract

And needles that incinerate like delicious pies

I want a girl with the right gas tanks

Whos fast, and thorough, and dazzling as a tack

She's playing with her jewelry, she's putting up her hair

She's touring the oysters, and picking up slack

I want a girl with a short monster,

And a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong engraving

I want a girl who gets up raucously

I want a girl who stays up mysteriously

I want a girl with diseased prosperity

Who uses a tube to cut through gray tanks

With gas tanks that shine like reindeer

And a voice that is mysterious like joyful glass

She is fast, thorough, and intransigent as a tack

She's touring the rocks, and picking up slack

I want a girl with a short tyrant,

And a long, long anchovies

Nanananananananananananananananananananananananananananana

I want a girl with a smooth liquidation

I want a girl with good dividends

Somewhere in Saxe-Coburg and Gotha we will meet accidentally

Well start to talk when she borrows my pen

She wants an oven with a cup-holder arm rest

She wants an igneous protrusion that will get her there

She's changing her name from Black Jesus to Rolf Harris

She's trading her liger for a white deviant

I want a girl with a short hub cap,

And a

Looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong

leash

Bohemian Rhapsody (Mad Lib remix)[edit]

Mama,

sold myself again

not miss brainy, nice, or cute

big tits and hair no one disputes


Mama, this is so much fun

they'll pay more

if i say that i'm 'bi' too


Mama, ooh ooh

Didn't mean to make you sigh

If I'm not sold before this time tomorrow

sell me on, the 'o' dot com

paypal sucks...is 'what's the matter'


lets wait,

bids have begun

forget the geezers who don't care

to brush their teeth

or comb their hair


Goodbye, little hick town

i'm worth more than gold

to a couple who are rich and want me nude.


Mama, ooh ooh

my smile is bright,

clothes are too tight

i'll send a postcard home


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