There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probably not because we all love cheese. In the recent past this made sense, but now we are overrun with idiots who can't
i dont like signatures. although there are some good ones out there
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probably not because we all love cheese. In the recent past this made sense, but now we are overrun with idiots who can't spell or underline.
i dont like signatures. although there are some good ones out there
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probably not because we all love cheese. In the recent past this made sense, but now we are overrun with idiots who can't spell or underline. Like echidna, he
<superjer> What? It is? Where? Huh? Hey -- scones!
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probably not because we all love cheese. In the recent past this made sense, but now we are overrun with idiots who can't spell or underline. Unlike echidna, he has no comeback.
i dont like signatures. although there are some good ones out there
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probably not because we all love cheese. In the recent past this made sense, but now we are overrun with idiots who can't spell or underline. Unlike echidna, he has no comeback. But this story
<superjer> What? It is? Where? Huh? Hey -- scones!
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probably not because we all love cheese. In the recent past this made sense, but now we are overrun with idiots who can't spell or underline. Unlike echidna, he has no comeback. But this story is quite long-winded
i dont like signatures. although there are some good ones out there
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probably not because we all love cheese. In the recent past this made sense, but now we are overrun with idiots who can't spell or underline. Unlike echidna, he has no comeback. But this story is quite long-winded and goes off
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probably not because we all love cheese. In the recent past this made sense, but now we are overrun with idiots who can't spell or underline. like echidna, he has no comeback. But this story is quite long-winded and goes off to no end.
<superjer> What? It is? Where? Huh? Hey -- scones!
jacksmoke234 Tendrils McGee
2005 Mar 21 • 1375
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There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probably not because we all love cheese. In the recent past this made sense, but now we are overrun with idiots who can't spell or underline. like echidna, he has no comeback. But this story is quite long-winded and goes off to no end. Someone should really
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probably not because we all love cheese. In the recent past this made sense, but now we are overrun with idiots who can't spell or underline. like echidna, he has no comeback. But this story is quite long-winded and goes off to no end. Someone should really lock this truck...
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probably not because we all love cheese. In the recent past this made sense, but now we are overrun with idiots who can't spell or underline. like echidna, he has no comeback. But this story is quite long-winded and goes off to no end. Someone should really lock this truck...but no-one could
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probably not because we all love cheese. In the recent past this made sense, but now we are overrun with idiots who can't spell or underline. like echidna, he has no comeback. But this story is quite long-winded and goes off to no end. Someone should really lock this truck...but no-one could accept superjer and
<superjer> What? It is? Where? Huh? Hey -- scones!
jacksmoke234 Tendrils McGee
2005 Mar 21 • 1375
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cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probably not because we all love cheese. In the recent past this made sense, but now we are overrun with idiots who can't spell or underline. like echidna, he has no comeback. But this story is quite long-winded and goes off to no end. Someone should really lock this truck...but no-one could accept superjer and all of his
and do you mean except? or accept? because accept is like you are accepting an award and except is like no one could do it except me
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probably not because we all love cheese. In the recent past this made sense, but now we are overrun with idiots who can't spell or underline. like echidna, he has no comeback. But this story is quite long-winded and goes off to no end. Someone should really lock this truck...but no-one could accept superjer and all of his shenanigans. THE END.
