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The Auto-Novel[edit]
Prologue[edit]
Before this was written, a crocodile wandered through the Simsilikesims Holy Roman Empire Hall of fissile uranium samples...
Chapter 1: The yellow-bellied air conditioner[edit]
Once upon a bathtub, despite a universal quickloader in IRC, our riffraff was beheaded. "Back biter" was sheer amongst 55 cows, suitably. To sum up, the Spanish Inquisition advocated centrifuges on 500 Dexterity, at yellow night sticks.
Luckily, the bachelor was puzzlingly 709871523 parchments from Samaria. "Oh Samus Aran" exclaimed the noun. Gain 65 Force! Stephen Sondheim is habitually regarding the Asgard High Council's Admin Skill and torpedos deporting. "TACO," Tom and Jerry earned. At long last, Bart Simpson was not vulgar, proving Noob Resistance.
Osama bin Laden the salamander annoys classified documents, but only at artificial centrifuges on 2006 . In contrast to this, I have holes in my top and bottom, my left and right, and in the middle. But I still hold water. What am I?? A yucky-looking gooey yellow with a touch of slimy green quiche.
On the whole, in 1122 BC, Monica Lewinski the slug felt, "AUTOFELLATIO" He got molten rock on my Wii. Close, but no cigar! No platinum medal for him!
His cousin was at Saxoland, rinsing his left buttock when the halberds began proving. "You don't say" he employed. "They've rewarded the repugnant scrolls!"
Everything considered as Thomas Edison said, vita summa brevis spem nos vetat incohare longam, meaning "Random humourous comment" They were suffocated and cruised a lubricant. The Confederation of North America deceived their 15 cartilages, but The Centauri Republic was puzzlingly dirtier.
The brother , Bono, liked black vitriolic acid.
It was sanctified that belt washed the president-for-life of furry. As a rule, it wasn't nonsensical. A whip litigated a caterer. To sum up, it was so hatefully mirthful it turned into Jimmy Hoffa. Everyone agreed that a glass orb wasn't the best way to hump. Chiefly, joyful fissile uranium samples aren't very alarming because of all the bacon-rashers they eat, and the fact they live in The Moon, where the iron curtains worship an almighty panther.
The white boys rebelled against the evil United Citizen Federation. Problems arose when Oliver Twist matured a mop. Jacques Derrida was so baffling it was decided that a apples was soon to excruciate. This resulted in a final battle, where Elton John was given by John Kerry. Do you still think sea sponges are cute?
It was then a dark day for People's Sovereign Union of Planets. They hadn't got 5,774,527,903 Imperviousnicity, and a obscure city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Fox News reporter. This was before Margaret Thatcher stepped in and battled the zany monster. The monster's wrist came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Howling Manta (with 360 Hunting) sniffing a dollhouse behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
In any case, the quivering city was cured. It had once been a swallowing metropolis, but it was now petrifying.
Chapter 2: The pocket-sized grue[edit]
The hairy hot dogs went across the windy pervert. It was a pyrrhic site, with expensive cartilages the size of brooms. There were no Xans or accountants. The voyage to the ruins of the belittling city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a quick site. The Shallows Sharks that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Shadow Moses. Everything seemed fine until a big small one jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the finger. The crewman then DELETED! the petroglyph. Another tawdry crewman fed the a big small one some crisps he had in his philosopher. This deterred the a big small one and made it Nobel prize-winning. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Gear knights came throwing without a salad fork. These monsters were shimmery.
To sum up, it has been thrown that vomiting a Gear knight can heartlessly toast ones electron.
Meanwhile, in HFIL, Arnold Schwarzenegger was insulting a DVD. It suddenly came to him that he could shit The Holy Roman Empire if he threw the jellybean. He realised that he could stink Mr. Freeze into cruising a cubicle. This would be a universal sea bass. For many weeks he admonished across the educated liger, to get to your ass. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Holy Roman Empire had meditated there. This was hairless for him as he was grisly at the time. He was deconstructed by the Great Eatlon because he didn't have 42 Bow Skill.
His father managed to defenestrate though, and this caused The Holy Roman Empire to explode Juffo-Wup on your ass, because of a pizzle deporting a guru. Arnold Schwarzenegger feasted a leash for earning a band with a zany shark with laser-beam. But a few tofus were already sacrificing amid the supercalifragilisticexpialidocious leash. So he threw that idiot and left it in The Land of Milk and Honey. Upon leaving, he saw Mr. Freeze and a Gear knight meditating a armadillo. "Get your own, dingbat fucker!" they yelled, as Arnold Schwarzenegger rioted his gallbladder. "DICK" he cried, as he watched Pirate be buried alive by Tony Blair armed with a Vagina Rifle.
Chapter 3: The smelly Wednesday[edit]
"furfag.!" was the cry that the people of your ass were chanting, as their hero JesusDood proved the uninviting tooth past the Holy Roman Empire building. "You'll never speak our dollhouse, freak! We have halberds!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Gear knight," said the President, "They'll all be Yu-Gi-Oh-inised in just 1 hours!" "lmao!" died a slow boing. "rofl!" said the imploded 1 faggot pussies Holy Roman Empire. your ass was the KU KLUX KLAN jerk of 80 people's JesusDood hideout of Thursday. The next time Arnold Schwarzenegger returned to the scene, the nunchucks were not cogitating anymore.
Chapter 4: For instance, a document may explode[edit]
Expert3222; "Who's there?"
JesusDood; "CROTCH, answer me: exemplify, and oscillate yourself."
Simsilikesims; "Long live the Lord!"
Dracula; "Simsilikesims?"
Simsilikesims; "What gets wetter and wetter the more it dries?"
JesusDood; "You come most cut-rate as your jeans".
Simsilikesims; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to your ass, JesusDood."
JesusDood; "opposite this US Navy aircraft carrier much thanks: SHITE, And I am sick at toenail."
Simsilikesims; "What can you catch but not throw?."
JesusDood; "Not a armadillo vomiting."
Simsilikesims; "Sure, good Saturday. If you do meet Arnold Schwarzenegger and Emperor Palpatine, The toasters beside my watch, bid them to sniff mysteriously."
Simon Cowell; "I think I hear them.--Been there, done that! What can you catch but not throw?"
JesusDood; "Friends over Holy Roman Empire."
Simsilikesims; "And riffraff save the Dane.
JesusDood; "incinerate you good-night."
Simsilikesims; "Break a leg, farewell, honest sargent, Who hath reliev'd you?"
JesusDood; "Nintendoroulez has my place. Then again, Or something."
Simsilikesims;
"Holy flerking shnit! JesusDood!"
JesusDood; "Say. What, is GenericNoob there?"
Bob Saget; "A piece of him."
Chapter 5: The cockroaches underneath the camera[edit]
Why can't the foreign cutlass earn a PlayStation? The lemon may divide the shark, but should a cook pasteurize? The sniffing option matures the puce muffin and a spork announces below the agreeing antibody. With his oxygen suitably breaking the despicable osteoporosis, why does the holster lieutenant orate near a bachelor? The clavichord affords! When will a homology evaporate around a rhyming holster? The blah arranges out the revolting lithiums.
As Arnold Schwarzenegger feasted puzzlingly through the yellow-bellied organs of your ass, she began to feel slightly dazzling from warmly deliberating abnormal toasters. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown contagious somewhere before Teotihuacán and matured, she saw a moribund osmosis near the end of the galleon about 36,202 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a houseplant that her rigid Kodak had created in a homosexual attempt to make sense of things. Having ablated this cardboard box for no more than 9 seconds, Arnold Schwarzenegger decided that the mammary gland - whatever it would turn out to be - could never zap her more than feeling. She would make it her grisly destination until dusk, and analyze the navigating airplanes of San Francisco - the same place she had destroyed ever since Walt Disney rewarded there 3 years ago. "Argh! Bugger!", she thought to herself. "Subsequently, dum vita est, spes est."
They won't complement a bathtub.
But rape the model 1323 and you can't go wrong; as Arnold Schwarzenegger feasted hers she remembered that she was already booming. The Holy Roman Empire was no longer raping her, and she could theoretically employ peacefully across your ass without giving. Nine times out of ten, this was assuming that the a Rhinogradentias that inhabited your ass (and were likely the ones who had cruised her rabidly) would not pasteurize. Not that it really mattered if they did - Arnold Schwarzenegger had been trained continuously by the Holy Roman Empire military prior to her work on their flaming biological shiny laser-rifle - but in case she would jiggle, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.
Next...[edit]
A gunney uses a paralyzing indestructible heavy cannon! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.
The Auto-Novel 2: Pythagoras's cut-rate balloon[edit]
Chapter 1: Test subject #582[edit]
As Donkey Kong entered the Banville, he was lolled into a a Redguard.
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