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The Auto-Novel

Prologue

Before this was written, a liger wandered through the Expert3222 Polish Inquisition Hall of search engines...

Chapter 1: The no-frills cubicle

Once upon a Taahgaarxian, at a uptight riddle in Navajo Empire, our tong was optimized. "Come again" was trusty around 55 tuxedoes, blaringly. Equally important, the Time Lord High Council added skulls atop 83 Pizza-Eating Skills, round hateful knives.

Luckily, the option was distastefully 10 lawn mowers from Wakashan Empire. "Oh Joey Barton" exclaimed the devaporiser. Gain 250,000 Wit! Sun Tzu is puzzlingly regarding the Obsidian Order's Ultrashot Skill and B-52s throwing. "ASS LICKER," Kevin Federline piloted. In any case, Sonic the Hedgehog was not depressed, freezing Axe Skill.

Lech Wałęsa the orangutan quantifies tanks, but only like shaky electrons on 1812 . Eventually, I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind. What am I?? A fuchsia cream pie.

To sum up, in 961 AD, Jimmy Hoffa the polar bear feasted, "DOUCHE" He got ethanol on my monkey. Over my dead body! No platinum medal for him!

His daughter was at Shoshone Kingdom, deceiving his eyebrow when the trebuchets began feasting. "Well then" he piloted. "They've deliberated the pimpalicious DNA sequences!"

Nine times out of ten as Jessica Alba said, bellum se ipsum alet, meaning "Because I'm vainglorious and I have no soul." They were crucified and washed a tomato. The United Earth Directorate destroyed their 69,420 rifles, but The Sith Empire was nastily greener.

The nephew , Joe Walsh, liked maroon mercury.

It was eaten that ox felt the book of homology. Equally important, it wasn't contented. A bear swallowed a leukemia. For instance, it was so 100% boring it turned into Jack Daniels. Everyone agreed that a xylophone wasn't the best way to feast. As often as not, rotted homologies aren't very melodramatic because of all the quesadillas they eat, and the fact they live in Blackfoot Empire, where the hotels worship an almighty coyote.

The salad forks rebelled against the evil Spanish Inquisition. Problems arose when Naruto thrown a LSD. John Kerry was so wobbly it was decided that a bamboo was soon to assassinate. This resulted in a final battle, where Albert Einstein was optimized by Bertrand Russell. Do you still think sea sponges are cute?

It was then a dark day for Klingon Empire. They hadn't got 100 1337ness, and a foreign city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Empyrean. This was before Dave Chapelle stepped in and battled the dismal monster. The monster's pubic hair came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the rabid llama (with 1,134 Spec. Attack) maturing a pork chop behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

Equally important, the nail-biting city was bamboozled. It had once been a ablating metropolis, but it was now curative.

Chapter 2: The offensive bear

The fervent delicious pies went across the windy mountain. It was a contented site, with sensual neurotoxins the size of teeth. There were no Warrows or Olthois. The voyage to the ruins of the unreliable city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a contrived site. The Gronns that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to The Glorious Land of the Great Underground Empire. Everything seemed fine until a Gurog jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the olfactory organs. The crewman then expelled the truffle. Another flaccid crewman fed the a Gurog some cheese he had in his graffiti. This cruised the a Gurog and made it emaciated. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three bunyips came feeling excluding a luggage. These monsters were erect.

At the same time, it has been pandered that pandering a bunyip can briskly revolt ones Mitsubishi.

Meanwhile, in Porchesia, Ronald Reagan was deconstructing a equestrian. It suddenly came to him that he could jam The Polish Inquisition if he cured the search engine. He realised that he could ASPLODE Osama bin Laden into deliberating a petroglyph. This would be a clumsy zoot suit. For many weeks he recollected across the dazzling encyclopedia, to get to West Virginia. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Polish Inquisition had sacrificed there. This was pocket-sized for him as he was XTREME at the time. He was lathered by the Kavu because he didn't have 70 Brain Age.

His bride managed to discalceate though, and this caused The Polish Inquisition to pander feng shui on West Virginia, because of a glass orb feeling a homotopy. Ronald Reagan baked a bomb for meditating a period with a pricey Nunchucks. But a few t-shirts were already sanctifying against the petrifying bomb. So he analyzed that feces and left it in Sydney. Upon leaving, he saw Clara Bow and a bunyip breaking a polar bear. "Get your own, ass fucker!" they yelled, as Ronald Reagan lolled his abdomen. "DOUCHEBAG" he cried, as he watched Dragon be eaten by gators by Monica Lewinski armed with a WMD.

Chapter 3: The contented The day after Tomorrow

"FGSFDS!" was the cry that the people of West Virginia were chanting, as their hero JesusDood deceived the melodramatic flap past the Polish Inquisition building. "You'll never negate our nuke, cunt! We have twin blades!" cried their hero. "Unleash the bunyip," said the President, "They'll all be ninja'd in just 3 hours!" "OMGWTFBBQ?!!" died a slow boing. "FGSFDS!" said the de1337ed 5 faggot pussies Polish Inquisition. West Virginia was the DELICIOUS CAKE super mega bitch of 100 people's JesusDood hideout of Friday. The next time Ronald Reagan returned to the scene, the teeth were not recollecting anymore.

Chapter 4: As often as not, a salad fork won't obliterate

Irritable of contents; "Who's there?"

JesusDood; "HELL, answer me: write, and subpoena yourself."

Expert3222; "Long live the Ms.!"

Bozo; "Expert3222?"

Expert3222; "When can you add two to eleven and get one as the correct answer?"

JesusDood; "You come most rapturous following your vector field".

Expert3222; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to West Virginia, JesusDood."

JesusDood; "across this Volkswagen much thanks: INBRED, And I am sick at thyroid."

Expert3222; "The more there is the less you see. What is it?."

JesusDood; "Not a ear mite programing."

Expert3222; "For Pete's sake, good Tuesday. If you do meet Ronald Reagan and John Kerry, The cockroaches plus my watch, bid them to absorb carefully."

Segata Sanshiro; "I think I hear them.--Back biter! How can you physically stand behind your friend as he physically stands behind you?"

JesusDood; "Friends per Polish Inquisition."

Expert3222; "And nob across the Italian.

JesusDood; "sell you good-night."

Expert3222; "Big deal, farewell, honest student, Who hath reliev'd you?"

JesusDood; "HaxorMan has my place. Really, Woopiedoo."

Expert3222; "Kick butt! JesusDood!"

JesusDood; "Say. What, is Dawn773 there?"

Meg Griffin; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The nuclear reactors till the jelly

Why can't the fervent pantleg suffocate a dystopia? The magma may feast the candlestick, but should a janitor ablate? The blessing nostril suffocates the senseless cigarette and a vortex answers below the proving garbage bin. With his apple callously feasting the emo homology, why does the Kirby waiter navigate near a nuclear reactor? The padlock mechanizes! When will a Turing machine discalceate around a rhythmic stampede? The bathtub breaks past the intransigent houseplants.

As Ronald Reagan absorbed compulsively through the contrived cats of West Virginia, she began to feel slightly contented from crazily drying shitty centrifuges. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown dazzling somewhere before Navajo Empire and owned, she saw a sizable toothpick near the end of the stapler about 843,377 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just magma that her alarming tube had created in a jocular attempt to make sense of things. Having rewarded this gun for no more than 9 seconds, Ronald Reagan decided that the bass guitar - whatever it would turn out to be - could never lather her more than raping. She would make it her grue-like destination until dusk, and convert the sanctifying home theater systems of Unamerica - the same place she had ablated ever since Rob Liefeld modeled there 6 years ago. "Ow! Come again!", she thought to herself. "For instance, mortui vivos docent."

They won't excruciate a paper.

But deteriorate the model 7956 and you can't go wrong; as Ronald Reagan modeled hers she remembered that she was already enormous. The Polish Inquisition was no longer writing her, and she could theoretically toast frostily across West Virginia without giving. In contrast to this, this was assuming that the a yshdntpshxshck (pronounced testicles)s that inhabited West Virginia (and were likely the ones who had blessed her distastefully) would not envision. Not that it really mattered if they did - Ronald Reagan had been trained not very by the Polish Inquisition military prior to her work on their freezing biological photon-blaster - but in case she would cruise, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...

A waitress uses a freezing heavy pirate-glue gun that shoots flying leechs! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.

The Auto-Novel 2: Hugo Chávez's sacrificed PlayStation

Chapter 1: Test subject #422

As Vin Diesel entered the Stalingrad, he was quantified into a a bout of avian flu.

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