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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2014 18:41:57 GMT -6
My typos make me think of good names again.
You can mark off hi
High
Coke, but no others
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Post by HHDeception on Nov 25, 2014 23:17:28 GMT -6
"Hi! I'm Coke" He spoke,
and gave the pup a stroke.
The snuggle puggle struggles to smuggle
A jiggle and a wiggle. He giggles and wriggles,
A single jingle tingles as he intermingles
'tween the people shingles.
No battle scars, like Gardevoir.
His dress? Bizzare meets film noir.
At his behest his vested crest
suggests The Gettysburg Address.
From Ypres, he went sleepless,
calling recess on this firm,
to learn to soar with terns,
and burn what here adjourns
twixt Jupiter and Saturn.
High on acid, juices flaccid,
But for sure enthusiastic.
Wit scholastic, tone sarcastic,
Used a flame of drastic plastic.
Names to save, a flag to wave,
An artisan of choir he braves.
The Ottoman Empire power
showers him upon the hour
to lift aloft one old Thor's hammer,
smiting grammar nazis and their vexing glamour.
But here from Texas, he expects us
to respect Guadalcanal. And thus
we fuss like Froslass dust
to raise moral just as we must.
And then one woman drums a fallacy
from the Triangulum Galaxy.
She demonstrates a great menstruation
Which proves to be too much information.
And he beats his feet into retreat.
Meanwhile...
Between the sheets, a teddy meets
a pile of treats and lots of sweets. The
Teddy cheats with the elites
and now he eats at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.
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Post by grayjack on Nov 25, 2014 23:45:45 GMT -6
Globular cluster
Tarawa
Shulk
Sinner
Accessory
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Post by HHDeception on Nov 27, 2014 17:19:16 GMT -6
A jest has messed up the investment in our woman's breast. She confessed and attested to the unrest of the oppressed . The Northwest coalesced and, stressed upon their chests, they're now requesting all suggestions. They're obsessed with ingesting all the infestation accessory to her death. This blustery day, they bus in and muster all whom they trust to adjust this injustice. In disgust they discuss the plusses of combusting their golbular cluster of kings. A jawa from Tarawa seeks to mar the winner's bloody art. Tomorrow for dinner he'll tar the sinner and litter a litter of bunnies with stingers to skin her and pin her innards to a bin. He's feeling it so much that Shulk would sulk. So far...there's a place with a Cat King and an Evil Queen which exhibits slavery. A girl rose against her oppressors and became the chosen one of the people, and then she got shot dead. The rebels tried to use a spell to create a new chosen one, but it failed. So now they're kind of lost. Now one of the rebels has decided to try and assassinate the queen on his own...with bunnies apparently. |
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Post by grayjack on Nov 27, 2014 17:24:17 GMT -6
Imperial
Flanders
Tannenberg
Tax Exemption
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2014 19:02:43 GMT -6
Joust
Houst
Vanilla Ice
Smoke
ORAS
Juno
Split
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Post by empireoffire on Nov 27, 2014 21:06:45 GMT -6
Testicular cancer
Cotton
Herpes
Oink
Bodacious
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2014 10:01:23 GMT -6
Buneary
Pellet Guns
Ray gun
Chlortles
Salsa
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2014 10:12:32 GMT -6
Baticul
Gall
Necromancer
Rose
From
God
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Post by AlmosDug on Nov 30, 2014 14:06:38 GMT -6
Squee
Le
What
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Post by HHDeception on Nov 30, 2014 22:50:12 GMT -6
Bringing Tannenburg to the Baticul The Jawa jousts with Juno Houst and stains his wool and cotton with blood begotten from the smoke of his ray gun. What rose from God took pause. He had the gall to call applause. Within the imperial pit, cool as Vanilla Ice, split at the shin, his victim pays the price and Flanders the necromancer answers. It's no testicular cancer but it spills herpes on his hurt knees with a curtsy. The killer's thirsty for "Le Salsa" brand chortles. Hot with spice, the blood of mortals satiates his squee of ecstasy for vengeance and the smell of C4. What he awoke in his dissension benches more than tax exemption. The pellet guns of nuns rain tons of fire from the house of ORAS on his buns. Meanwhile... A bodacious and cheery buneary bounces vivacious, and pushes a theory that teddies that oink go "boink" when dropped on a Spoink. In English: Our hero assassin is killing people with horrible diseases and now has to deal with religious infantry. Also, bunnies are being cute. |
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Post by AlmosDug on Nov 30, 2014 22:54:26 GMT -6
Damn straight bunnies are being cute.
Lithe
Slight
Beast
Cheese
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Post by grayjack on Nov 30, 2014 23:18:30 GMT -6
Ebola
El Alamein
Horsehead nebula
Kwajalein Atoll
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Post by empireoffire on Nov 30, 2014 23:29:33 GMT -6
You
Must
Construct
Additional
Pylons
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2014 7:09:20 GMT -6
Get
To
The
Choppa
He
Yelled
To
Wife
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2014 7:15:00 GMT -6
Hi
YOU
Dirt
Bag
Go
die
in
a
hole
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2014 10:13:21 GMT -6
Bunnies for the win
Your
Princess
Is
In
Another
Castle
Luigi
Chicken poxs
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Post by empireoffire on Dec 1, 2014 22:23:23 GMT -6
First I do pseudo-sentences, and now everyone does pseudo-sentences?
Ya'll a bunch of bandwagoners!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2014 8:35:29 GMT -6
First I do pseudo-sentences, and now everyone does pseudo-sentences? Ya'll a bunch of bandwagoners! You're our idol. We love you, we follow you. Praise Lord EoF! He will deliver us to salvation. |
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Post by HHDeception on Dec 7, 2014 2:09:46 GMT -6
He's a bowler of ebola
from the Kwajalein Atoll.
Another mole constructs a hole of
Dirt to skirt some hurting rollers.
His bag he can rely on;
He drives his piles of pylons
with the nylon chain that remains
from his game in El Alamein.
His additional position
must offer him admission
To the castle. It was little hassle,
but he sees a struggle with the vassals.
His allegiances could scarce be bought,
but on this day these were his thoughts:
You never get the tide to ebb, you
roll the die inside the horsehead nebula.
Like a whopper he pops up with a choppa
to stun some nuns with guns
(And one shogun named Luigi
who was shrill and tart and preachy).
The assassin and mole had quelled
the fighting. Before the mole could go, he yelled
"Hi to my ally! Take my bet with little strife:
You get the princess or the king's wife.
One shall be dashed upon the rocks,
while another gets your chicken pox."
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