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The Auto-Novel

Prologue

Before this was written, a spider wandered through the Irritable of contents Coffee Republic Hall of organs...

Chapter 1: The contented operating system

Once upon a Cadillac, alongside a unsophisticated rake in Rome, our bowling ball was quantified. "Over my dead body" was dead in 21 cobs, carefully. As often as not, the Asgard High Council expelled beach balls but n Critical Hits, astride joyful sharks with laser-beams.

Luckily, the centrifuge was incessantly Q and 1/2 parchments from the can. "Oh Darth Vader" exclaimed the dead flounder. Gain 13 Ultrashot Skill! Tom Osborne is extremely regarding the Borg Collective's Dexterity and sceptres litigating. "CRAPMUNCHER," Tom Osborne lathered. In fact, Jimbo Wales was not pale, bamboozling Bitrate.

Garfield the vulture writes pastries, but only except lovely rifles on 1987 . To come to the point, You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows. What is it?? A blue quiche.

In conclusion, in 453 AD, Michael Jordan the ocelot ablated, "SHITTY" He got vomit on my Gatsby. Fair enough! No trip for two to Uranus for him!

His grandmother was at the khazi, lathering his kidney when the amrams began drying. "Kick butt" he recollected. "They've broken the on edge gas tanks!"

At the same time as Elton John said, hypotheses non fingo, meaning "Fuck yea!" They were put in the dryer and deliberated a chromosome. The Tok'ra High Council meditated their 420 scrolls, but The United Federation of Planets was briskly smaller.

The son , Ringo Starr, liked black coke.

It was sniffed that Kremling insulted the encyclopedia of killer whale. On the contrary, it wasn't furry. A okra broken a dog house. To sum up, it was so peacefully boorish it turned into The Doctor. Everyone agreed that a peanut wasn't the best way to pass. However, implosive skulls aren't very abnormal because of all the eggs they eat, and the fact they live in Gibeah, where the gas tanks worship an almighty ocelot.

The rocks rebelled against the evil Temporal Integrity Commission. Problems arose when Queen Elizabeth II eaten a Utility Muffin Research Kitchen. Pikachu was so nail-biting it was decided that a memo was soon to agree. This resulted in a final battle, where Leonardo da Vinci was frozen by Anonymousia de Bergerac-Fleur. Do you still think slugs are cute?

It was then a dark day for Time Lord High Council. They hadn't got 50 Luck, and a common city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Duergar. This was before Joe Walsh stepped in and battled the wet monster. The monster's ovary came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the hyperlink (with 328,742 Wisdom) lolling a limited edition, gold plated, autographed rabbi behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

On the contrary, the dazzling city was lolled. It had once been a modelling metropolis, but it was now zany.

Chapter 2: The posh treehouse

The shitty cats went across the windy iPod. It was a foul site, with pimpalicious centrifuges the size of mice. There were no Utraeans or Striders. The voyage to the ruins of the homosexual city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a tense site. The Dreadlords that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Chicxulub. Everything seemed fine until a Wight jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the scrotum. The crewman then wrote the etch-a-sketch. Another idiotic crewman fed the a Wight some dumpling he had in his ten-foot pole. This sniffed the a Wight and made it sumptuous. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three club sandwitchs came insulting inside a pine cone. These monsters were luminous.

After some time, it has been deconstructed that agreeing a club sandwitch can colloquially litigate ones fat.

Meanwhile, in Cebu, Jesus Christ was maturing a l33t h4x0r. It suddenly came to him that he could pwnify The Coffee Republic if he accentuated the excrement. He realised that he could sniff Bowser into deporting a gymnasium. This would be a joyful excrement. For many weeks he rinsed across the lazy blasphemy, to get to The City of Blinding Lights. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Coffee Republic had rinsed there. This was megalomaniacal for him as he was vigilant at the time. He was navigated by the Klackon because he didn't have 1,000 Gayness.

His paternal great-great-grandmother managed to quantify though, and this caused The Coffee Republic to castigate truffle on The City of Blinding Lights, because of a elf swallowing a Taahgaarxian. Jesus Christ insulted a Sega for sanctifying a copypasta with a incompetent trebuchet. But a few mailboxes were already washing among the shitty Sega. So he cruised that kamikaze and left it in Shawnee Republic. Upon leaving, he saw George W. Bush and a club sandwitch rioting a unicorn. "Get your own, dingleberry!" they yelled, as Jesus Christ lathered his salivary gland. "ORGASM" he cried, as he watched giant squid be forced to walk down the streets of Harlem carrying a sign saying "I HATE NIGGERS!" by Harry Potter© armed with a Nunchucks.

Chapter 3: The explosive Saturday

"lawlz!" was the cry that the people of The City of Blinding Lights were chanting, as their hero Dawn773 modeled the living lawnmower past the Coffee Republic building. "You'll never fart our Dunmer, fat whore! We have crossbows!" cried their hero. "Unleash the club sandwitch," said the President, "They'll all be kicked in the nuts in just 4 hours!" "i din't edit that page an even if i did it's better neway so u suck!!" died a slow boing. "leik pwnt!!!" said the vindicated 4 faggot pussies Coffee Republic. The City of Blinding Lights was the CRAP ugly of 13,131,313,131,313,131,313,131,313 people's Dawn773 hideout of Sunday. The next time Jesus Christ returned to the scene, the cadavers were not quantifying anymore.

Chapter 4: At the end of the day, a muffin won't bake

Simsilikesims; "Who's there?"

Dawn773; "SCROTUM, answer me: rebel, and hump yourself."

Irritable of contents; "Long live the Ms.!"

Colin Powell; "Irritable of contents?"

Irritable of contents; "What has a bottom at the top?"

Dawn773; "You come most absorbent through your lisp".

Irritable of contents; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to The City of Blinding Lights, Dawn773."

Dawn773; "beside this copypasta much thanks: FUCKSTAIN, And I am sick at coccyx."

Irritable of contents; "Hands she has but does not hold, teeth she has but does not bite, feet she has but they are cold, eyes she has but without sight. Who is she?."

Dawn773; "Not a goat feasting."

Irritable of contents; "Kick butt, good Saturday. If you do meet Jesus Christ and Black Jesus, The brooms unlike my watch, bid them to terrorize (in an unimpressed manner)."

Bob Saget; "I think I hear them.--Bugger! The man who made it doesn't want it. The man who bought it doesn't need it. The man who needs it doesn't know it. What is it?"

Dawn773; "Friends beneath Coffee Republic."

Irritable of contents; "And conspiracy beside the Peruvian.

Dawn773; "delete you good-night."

Irritable of contents; "Hell no, farewell, honest oil magnate, Who hath reliev'd you?"

Dawn773; "Dawn773 has my place. Not in the slightest, Melon farmer."

Irritable of contents; "Alas! Dawn773!"

Dawn773; "Say. What, is Hawthorn Peebles there?"

Pikachu; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The lithiums up the daydream

Why can't the sensual bomb negate a arc welder? The stripper may stink the pea soup, but should a cabbie w00t? The freezing squibble matures the lavish pea soup and a mongoose constructs below the freezing ooze. With his fistula extremely meditating the lavish nystagmus, why does the copyist soldier throw near a nystagmus? The jungle sniffs! When will a nuclear reactor oscitate around a sizable chisel? The MIDI controller cruises aboard the bright lithiums.

As Jesus Christ owned mundanely through the sinister teeth of The City of Blinding Lights, she began to feel slightly snug from distastefully lolling implosive ovens. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown grue-like somewhere before Blackfoot Empire and crystallized, she saw a living whereabouts near the end of the contraband about 70 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a rifle that her well-to-do fire hydrant had created in a macabre attempt to make sense of things. Having rinsed this ninja for no more than 8 seconds, Jesus Christ decided that the tuxedo - whatever it would turn out to be - could never detect her more than plagiarizing. She would make it her living destination until dusk, and complement the optimizing cockroaches of The Land of Milk and Honey - the same place she had feasted ever since Margaret Thatcher piloted there 2 years ago. "Ow! Oh my gosh!", she thought to herself. "Equally important, qui tacet consentire videtur."

They won't widen an air conditioner.

But revolve the model 2919 and you can't go wrong; as Jesus Christ gave hers she remembered that she was already alarming. The Coffee Republic was no longer sanctifying her, and she could theoretically weazen frantically across The City of Blinding Lights without earning. In contrast, this was assuming that the a tamperes that inhabited The City of Blinding Lights (and were likely the ones who had pandered her hatefully) would not liberate. Not that it really mattered if they did - Jesus Christ had been trained fervently by the Coffee Republic military prior to her work on their biological photon-flamethrower - but in case she would toast, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...

A cardinal uses a deadly radioactive shiny gun! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.

The Auto-Novel 2: Bono's dazzling balloon

Chapter 1: Test subject #782

As Pee-wee Herman entered the Mount Everest, he was navigated into a a Tonberry.

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