A pineapple sauntered, residue dripping messily, toilet-like bananas rotting into Swindon railway station. He was mellifluously inquiring, expectantly regarding, whether cheesecake was available for naughtiness (delectable pornographic uses). Unfortunately, a Giraffe lost the TI-89 and also it's corrugated demotivational lion. Unfortunate! A manatee welcomed cheesecake, but left with no less than The Cheese and Rick Astley snot covered unctuous prat called Spam sandwich. However Jesus decided repulsive fish wasn't allowed to post fleshlight enhancement pictures. Boob. Alcoholic leprechauns danced where nymph nipples resided artificially elongated nose became tumescent with an STD. Suicidal, psychotic, killer ninjas descended silently into battle wearing nothing but sombreros, thongs, nipple-tassels, and pink goggles with Yellow vibrators attached to the crotch. "Spartan sex hair please!" bellowed Winger, "Nutcracker has left the oven dirty because he suffered from debilitating addiction to backgammon and granny threesome's which only angered the Duke of awesome addictions. I declare FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU marzipan master of Belgian modsauce. How appropriate," thought Holden Caulfield, "but you seem far too angry without pills and weed killer. Relix Mojitos found your mother a toothpick and Mars bars over 9000 Boobies and tuna fish whilst recharging many personal massagers so depleted penguins laughing royally could find sexual interaction. Frankly spigots blamed the manatee unfairly, but disturbingly sometimes whilst whistling jingle bells." Unfortunately Relix punched his monkey in the kidney resulting in haematomas and simian warfare. Inconceivable! However, the mighty monkey drizzled cheesecake under Bindi's tiny ears angrily. Smothered Zucchini inside does naughty, Butyl butanoate explosions happen before midnight. Patrick licked Bindi blissfully on his long, hard, throbbing, pulsating Little Richard. This gave Bindi spanked another monkey foot because he egotistically proclaimed "THIS is Patrick Stewart". Slowly Bindi massaged the Banhammer, while Joe's Range Rover crashed into Emperor Xerxes. This upset Joe's over 9000 year old inflatable teapot, which overflowed slowly. Turduckens exploded blissfully into something awful because emissions leaked from Nexxo's pulsating boobies and mangina, also annoying Ken Dodd. Vacuous trolls fail blog spam quickly telling narrow tunnels containing zombies. Thousands of cheesecakes materialised from Harry's Tardis. Fortunately stockholm syndrome had taken effect Rendering all of Bit-Tech impotent. Spatula cried pathetically for more Viagra and KY jelly, more bottoms of Walmart wage slaves were needed, so the french dressing a one-legged donkey kong bong dong thong was discouraging clowns from reproducing. That Gordon Brown's y-fronts smell fantasic. Excelsior! If Relix could fly, manbearpig would procrastinate dangerously beside his unicorn bebop anime cowboy hat tinsel. On LSD, blazed wild-fire like over aids and POWERTHIRST rawberry and fail. At Hobo's 400, despite excessive cranberry juicing theramins, good vibrations after burner created The Owls 'wicked flavour' were to be had
