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Horse Fred Savage, my symptoms are a repeatedly inflating and deflating right toe, and an inability to stop seeing galloping tricycles. I got stuck inside the rib cage of a wooly mammoth skeleton today. I have enclosed some yogurt that will help protect you. Peach, warthog frogstool |
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i thought i was the only one. |
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It took me twenty minutes to write that. |
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and how many lines did it take? |
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Greb Shok, The plastic bulb goes blink when the airplane siren is frozen inside my jupiter. The apple has no violence and there sunday morning got twisted into a paragon wing dialing the wrong number to China while eating fireworks and cotton. His elephant said no to the under while picking shoes danced beneath his onion, I've got no gravvy spoon, he remarked, and they all laughed... because it was so very, very true. Diglo, Scremscrem. (took me 2 minutes to write that) |
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I have concluded that your zordon creation process is precisly one tenth of mine by dividing 2 by the universal myphor number. Does time happen slower on my planet? |
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They kept asking me if I wanted any anaesthetic but I kept saying yes, the ants in my knees were writing around to quickly and distubing the rats in my brain from doing my dirty work. I filled out all your forms in triplicate and handed them into the second floor appropriate fire warden (see fig.2 on page 6), they should come through the pipeline (so to speak) by thursday but you know how these thnigs work. The plank in my left ear has been getting a lot better, thanks to the meds you put me on, I thought they had discontinued that practice since the common incident last year. I think your charges are ineffective, howevr, I could see right through your facade. I think >i>this mask fits better. Tight, innit? - Cludius, 9th Field Collective, Section 4, Floor 2. |
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dear mr. mrs. the president of venus, i'm writing you because the cute little brain-eating insect in my head fell in love with you. he spread its wings through my eyes and i realized my blood has turned to green when i cut of my right ear today! since your left eye is a doctor, i wonder if you could tell me the passwords to enter into my brain through my special shoes to send you my brain-eating insect, and to turn myself into a galactic cat? if you would, i would send you a frozen copy of my soul, if you want you can dilute it in a bottle of alcohol - it tastes like cherry! your eyes are blue and spinning after you drink eat, but don't worry, it goes back normal after 4:09. it's only dangerous if the moon is full, then your libido gets all messed up, as well as your perception of the reality of chocolate cakes (which would occasionally appear like icons of the devil). please, be careful, but i love you. but i love my sugar porcupine even more. cheers! yours beheadfully, - eeirw klkz, master of the world and kerozene addict. |
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dear sugar porcupine of my dreams, i'm not writing to you. and you, you are not reading this, because you're not the dear sugar porcupine of my dreams, are you? no, you're not. because you haven't got a pink flower growing out of your neck. so i'm not writing to you. and you're not reading this, because this is destined to the dear sugar porcupine of my dreams!!! you stupid. me stupid too, but you stupid because you human and me human and we're all humans so let's m-b-ake a chocolate cake together, yipee! chocolate cakes shall be shared with all humankind. so this letter you're not reading is, in fact, a chocolate cake in disguise. but do not eat it, because it's mine please. ok? right. i love you. here, have this flower from me please. oh, put it in your back? see, it doesn't grow. you're not a chocolate cake. sad, i cannot eat you! :'( but i will though. i will eat you because i don't see you and because you don't know it because you're not reading this! ha ha! *eats you* eek, you taste like a human! *reverse* !namuh a ekil etsat uoy ,kee *uoy stae* eek, you tasted like a human! i'm not gonna eat you, only in reverse. meow! eat me? no, no, not this way. in reverse. aaah!! don't eat me!! i'm not comestible. i said in reverse, you stupid. so don't eat me. you stupid human. now i will clone myself and go wandering with my clone in town. oh, look! a chewed chewing-gum on the ground! oh joy, oh happiness. it is green and disgusting. it is blue and disgustnig. it is pink and sidnustging. it is orange and snutsingg. stop it. my hair is crying blood now. my head is full of blood. my hair is going to eat my head in reverse. my head is going to explode. *boom!* my head has exploded. tee hee! |
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it's only a rusty black advil on your head. only ibuprofin, now beefed up with pro-phin [makes it fatter] so now simply spatter some of this on your tits to see a prophalactic pattern. just had to. now chew and spit. (i love to watch that fast bit), but puffy clones feel it most, say 6 out of 7, and a host of others in the know who they know. i slew the whole goddam surgical crew! so bow out and show me your not better now, kid. |
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My Dearest Inverse Platypus Shaver, I unremorsefully regret to deform you that our monument of King Bob Barker as an invertebrate has been felled in one slow, creeping, swoop by that enemy to all and the all the world (including pollywogs) and of oneself (but only somewhat) - time. If you would like to aid in the distoration of this timeless monument of graviness, please (and thank you) locate one (1, 3-2, 10-5-4) Bob Barker specimen (sans spine), et contact me at this number: XXX XXXXXXX. THANK YE! Your crumpled sliver of foil, W0C KEXELYD |
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i think they are mocking you m |
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Were you all possesed by the wandering spirit of Baron Von Picklefoot? |
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The Baron got kidnapped by the gangstar swans!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fight the good fight Baron!!!!!!!! TELL THEM NOTHING!!!! NEVER GIVE IN!!!!! |
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baron... we miss you!!! =,( where are you baron? (and wizards teeth too!) |
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I've already told people that I was the baron on version 4, or whatever that version was called, but they didn't pay any attention. Someone ELSE made a clone of that alias of mine on THIS version though. .. of course the reason they didn't pay attention to me might have been because I was lying. This thread is almost decent! I have 5 hotdogs! NO wait, I have 0.. I often get those two numbers confused. mutant death pengwin: you might increase your ass kicking per time ratio of blue wheel chair ridden retards if you use your tail or legs instead of your puny tyranosaurus hands. |
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sorry, you can't have annonymity and recognition at the same time... |
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