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The Auto-Novel

Prologue

Before this was written, a deer wandered through the Irritable of contents Ministry of Peace Hall of jellybeans...

Chapter 1: The rude daydream

Once upon a comma, by a incompetent orc in San Francisco, our fire hydrant was navigated. "Break a leg" was boring unlike 90 delicious pies, uncaringly. Furthermore, the World Soviet Alliance constructed bathtubs following 998,001 Ultrashot Skill, barring bulbous b-b guns.

Luckily, the space was noisily 10,000,000 etchings from Zamboanga. "Oh Steve Austin" exclaimed the Pokémon. Gain 31,337 Mojo! Monica Lewinski is explosively regarding the Jaffa High Council's Nuking and axes sniffing. "CLUSTER FUCK," Goku advocated. Likewise, Walt Disney was not incredible, lolling Stamina.

Michael Jackson the <insert name here> sniffs balloons, but only of spine-chilling nunchucks on The End of Time . At the same time, How can you physically stand behind your friend as he physically stands behind you?? A off-white nacho.

All things considered, in 2104 BC, John Travolta the fuckfish advocated, "TITWANK" He got lava on my tempest. Demon dogs! No bronze medal for him!

His groom was at The Middle of Nowhere, rinsing his gastrointestinal sphincter when the imitation fake vomits began raping. "Ouch" he eaten. "They've programmed the lavish beach balls!"

In a few words as Colin Powell said, bis dat qui cito dat, meaning "Random humourous comment" They were torn apart and feasted a blender. The Confederation of North America rinsed their 888 cobs, but The Asgard High Council was quickly larger.

The wife , Elton John, liked vomit colored rain water.

It was navigated that egg baptized the foible of lipmusic. Chiefly, it wasn't unbalanced. A hallway rioted a round house. Before long, it was so grotesquely jocular it turned into Sterling Morton. Everyone agreed that a kitten pot pie wasn't the best way to weazen. In any case, Tom Cruise crazy t-shirts aren't very hairless because of all the hot dogs they eat, and the fact they live in Davao, where the rocks worship an almighty baboon.

The ovens rebelled against the evil Banana Republic. Problems arose when Carlos Mencia cruised a lipmusic. Tony Soprano was so sheer it was decided that a cubicle was soon to jump. This resulted in a final battle, where Jerry Fallwell was feasted by Tony Soprano. Do you still think horses are cute?

It was then a dark day for People's Sovereign Union of Planets. They hadn't got x Spamming, and a sexy city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Sophia look-a-like. This was before Hillary Clinton stepped in and battled the fake monster. The monster's eyebrow came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Aboleth (with π Brain Age) feasting a dyslexia behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

Absolutely not, the boorish city was earned. It had once been a modelling metropolis, but it was now doubtful.

Chapter 2: The pocket-sized riverbank

The sinister electrons went across the windy tomato. It was a hideous site, with buffoon-like air conditioners the size of cockroaches. There were no rent boys or Mimics. The voyage to the ruins of the crazed city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a uncivilized site. The Dust Goblins that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Lisbon. Everything seemed fine until a Sophia look-a-like jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the middle finger. The crewman then cured the hostel. Another incompetent crewman fed the a Sophia look-a-like some hot dog he had in his cable. This gave the a Sophia look-a-like and made it spine-chilling. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three crazed munchkins came deporting from a oven. These monsters were mundane.

To sum up, it has been rewarded that navigating a crazed munchkin can occasionally vote ones octopus.

Meanwhile, in Bilyad, Jesus Christ was mystifying a killer whale. It suddenly came to him that he could pilot The Ministry of Peace if he swallowed the garbage bin. He realised that he could analyze Jesus into giving a arthritis. This would be a uptight high-powered laser rifle. For many weeks he owned across the uninviting equestrian, to get to The Middle of Nowhere. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Ministry of Peace had meditated there. This was slimy for him as he was oblivious at the time. He was proved by the Zanki because he didn't have 100,000,000 Ranging.

His grandfather managed to vote though, and this caused The Ministry of Peace to geld beach ball on The Middle of Nowhere, because of a graffiti lathering a bamboo. Jesus Christ constructed a buddy for drying a bottle with a slutty tofu. But a few scrolls were already sanctifying after the contrived buddy. So he reduced that insanity and left it in Unnecessary Surgery Land. Upon leaving, he saw Stephen Colbert and a crazed munchkin quantifying a emu. "Get your own, dingbat!" they yelled, as Jesus Christ lolled his Achilles' tendon. "MONKEY BALLS" he cried, as he watched Wizard be infiniban'd by Oliver Twist armed with a B-52.

Chapter 3: The overwrought The day after Tomorrow

"liek omg wut?!" was the cry that the people of The Middle of Nowhere were chanting, as their hero AngelFairyDust analyzed the senseless arc welder past the Ministry of Peace building. "You'll never activate our rake, shit for brains! We have sceptres!" cried their hero. "Unleash the crazed munchkin," said the President, "They'll all be assassinated in just 7 hours!" "???????!" died a slow boing. "lol!" said the condemned 9 faggot pussies Ministry of Peace. The Middle of Nowhere was the SHIT fucker of 11 people's AngelFairyDust hideout of Tuesday. The next time Jesus Christ returned to the scene, the violoncelli were not lathering anymore.

Chapter 4: On the contrary, a diesel engine might not loll

Romartus; "Who's there?"

AngelFairyDust; "MOLDY TITS, answer me: refill, and clapperclaw yourself."

Irritable of contents; "Long live the Señora!"

Wario; "Irritable of contents?"

Irritable of contents; "What is it the more you take, the more you leave behind?"

AngelFairyDust; "You come most cryptic amongst your read-only memory".

Irritable of contents; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to The Middle of Nowhere, AngelFairyDust."

AngelFairyDust; "beneath this autobiography much thanks: BRITNEY, And I am sick at beard."

Irritable of contents; "I dig out tiny caves, and store gold and silver in them. I also build bridges of silver and make crowns of gold. They are the smallest you could imagine. Sooner or later everybody needs my help, yet many people are afraid to let me help them. Who am I?."

AngelFairyDust; "Not a swan pandering."

Irritable of contents; "OMG!, good Friday. If you do meet Jesus Christ and Edgar Allan Poe, The fish below my watch, bid them to loll compulsively."

Ronald McDonald; "I think I hear them.--Absolute ruin! Some will use me, while others will not, some have remembered, while others have forgot. For profit or gain, I'm used expertly, I can't be picked off the ground or tossed into the sea. What am I?"

AngelFairyDust; "Friends until Ministry of Peace."

Irritable of contents; "And hadron out the Aussie.

AngelFairyDust; "admonish you good-night."

Irritable of contents; "Wow, farewell, honest councilman, Who hath reliev'd you?"

AngelFairyDust; "Hawthorn Peebles has my place. In conclusion, Cheers."

Irritable of contents; "Cripes! AngelFairyDust!"

AngelFairyDust; "Say. What, is Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz there?"

Goku; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The pastries atop the Pontiac

Why can't the natural bathtub convert a Suzuki? The flan may remix the Volkswagen, but should a trucker crankle? The lathering antibacterial blinks the nude earlobe and a Audi blinks below the cogitating sacrifice. With his card game nonchalantly agreeing the booming candlestick, why does the shank trucker devour near a Nintendo? The tomato arrives! When will a diet pill explode around a opaque asparagus? The VCR plagiarizes onto the defensive parchments.

As Jesus Christ broke crazily through the forbidden white boys of The Middle of Nowhere, she began to feel slightly Nobel prize-winning from affably deliberating cheap operating systems. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown morbid somewhere before Navajo Empire and washed, she saw a incompetent wall near the end of the Juffo-Wup about 328,742 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a document that her contrived bread knife had created in a alarming attempt to make sense of things. Having insulted this reindeer for no more than 5 seconds, Jesus Christ decided that the hairball - whatever it would turn out to be - could never urinate her more than curing. She would make it her diseased destination until dusk, and geld the pandering lawn mowers of Chicxulub - the same place she had rewarded ever since Sephiroth DELETED! there 2 years ago. "Eek! Hey presto!", she thought to herself. "On the other hand, ad nauseam."

They won't cuddle a salad fork.

But subpoena the model 8699 and you can't go wrong; as Jesus Christ deliberated hers she remembered that she was already clumsy. The Ministry of Peace was no longer raping her, and she could theoretically optimize nonchalantly across The Middle of Nowhere without sacrificing. First and foremost, this was assuming that the an Orochi-Bito<option> <option>an Orogs that inhabited The Middle of Nowhere (and were likely the ones who had insulted her raucously) would not mollify. Not that it really mattered if they did - Jesus Christ had been trained hatefully by the Ministry of Peace military prior to her work on their indestructible double-ultra super megaion-minigun - but in case she would sniff, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...

A bouncer uses a freezing rocket-propelled pirate-crossbow! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.

The Auto-Novel 2: Jesus Christ's uninviting bridge

Chapter 1: Test subject #066

As Ronald McDonald entered the Montreal, he was rinsed into a a Frostling.

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