This sentence was sentenced to death... better it reached its end earlier than expected.
And now the summary:
It is currently extinct, but aardvarks can destroy big fat Pak'Ma'Ras if they Jesusify seventeen forks by christmas, and pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis is green or Contradiafragmavibrations however watercoolers are scrubalubs; namely thanks to yomama, who happens to wear red eyebrows during steamy intercourse and intense passionate patty-caking; the wheezing troglodytes dig armpits with armpits but butts are bigger when things go straight and stabbity-stab-stab goes the piercing outward movements for the Pak'Ma'Ra vomiting all over the place like a great big omelette with napalm in the first light of dawn, this thread is becoming very redundant yet insanely ordinary for what it isn't because noone put salamanders where they belong because they stink really [i]really[/i] terribly absolutely fabulously horrid, interestingly enough my leg will drop upon the red button pressing Simmonds into HYPERSPACE for termination; while shadows beckon, I exorcise my pelvic region of [i]death metal[/i] robot presses swords inches deeper than a smelly pink juicy grapefruit will hurt my left nostral.
ShadowDancerWhen I say, "Why aye, gadgie," in my heart I say, "Och aye, laddie."London, UK
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This no longer makes any sense....
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It never did make sense! ;)
And now the summary:
It is currently extinct, but aardvarks can destroy big fat Pak'Ma'Ras if they Jesusify seventeen forks by christmas, and pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis is green or Contradiafragmavibrations however watercoolers are scrubalubs; namely thanks to yomama, who happens to wear red eyebrows during steamy intercourse and intense passionate patty-caking; the wheezing troglodytes dig armpits with armpits but butts are bigger when things go straight and stabbity-stab-stab goes the piercing outward movements for the Pak'Ma'Ra vomiting all over the place like a great big omelette with napalm in the first light of dawn, this thread is becoming very redundant yet insanely ordinary for what it isn't because noone put salamanders where they belong because they stink really [i]really[/i] terribly absolutely fabulously horrid, interestingly enough my leg will drop upon the red button pressing Simmonds into HYPERSPACE for termination; while shadows beckon, I exorcise my pelvic region of [i]death metal[/i] robot presses swords inches deeper than a smelly pink juicy grapefruit will hurt my left nostral.
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