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Post by M-G Corki on Feb 8, 2008 17:29:05 GMT
Archers took tiny bottles of Bandy and guinfintry since their lack of imbibing talents allows them to transfer brews unbeknownst to the unsuspecting MG, who had surprisingly fallen behind. This undoubtedly frustrated the members of the redarms, who poked Corki repeatedly with blunt arrows. Later, after the missing bottles of brew went missing, Footy began the arduous task of interrogating small, smelly midgets with large handy boomerangs. Corki climbed onto some oddly crafted metal sticks of free floating lucidness. While singing to mysteriously shaped microphones, he swung purple bottles across small irregular recruits. They were MG brews! When out of nowhere, I spotted chickenman, the Destroyer! "ARGH!", bellowed Dikaiopolis, "Who created this ghastly hallucination of a brawl?" Suddenly, Footy took a large swing at Dikaiopolis who was quite bewildered at the sudden and unexpected backhand. He stepped in front of a strange looking flying monkey. The monkey smelled something horrible which made him feel quite sick and he started to choke and sputter all over Dikaiopolis' leotard. "What in the name of Zeus do you think you are doing?", asked a strange little man. The little man reached over and yanked the leotard from the confused Dikaiopolis. "This can't be good for your leotard, dork!" The angry Dikaiopolis sang loudly, much to the surprise and horror of the oncoming group of roaming lemurs. The lemurs started pulverising Dikaiopolis' dog, which yelled at the strange creatures that suddenly appeared behind the tree. "Stop trying to destroy my creepy crawling little tiny polkadot bikini."
The raving lunatic reached forward and brushed off a large chunk of flesh. This enraged Dikaiopolis and beseeching the cowardly lemurs of Dovercliff to somehow stop such horrendous acts as what was happening was ludicrous. Despite the odor coming from DJ's feet, he kicked the ugly duck-billed Dikaiopolis look-a-like in the stomach, which causes a disgusting backfire to Mount Chunkyton, the deadly volcano that resided just above this strange looking diarama. Unknown to the duck-billed Dikaiopolis was the large grumpy lesser known horn-farting blacksmith of Southern Terrace. The impact from aftershocks sent seagulls
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Post by Paladin Jon the Direwolf on Feb 8, 2008 18:42:55 GMT
Archers took tiny bottles of Bandy and guinfintry since their lack of imbibing talents allows them to transfer brews unbeknownst to the unsuspecting MG, who had surprisingly fallen behind. This undoubtedly frustrated the members of the redarms, who poked Corki repeatedly with blunt arrows. Later, after the missing bottles of brew went missing, Footy began the arduous task of interrogating small, smelly midgets with large handy boomerangs. Corki climbed onto some oddly crafted metal sticks of free floating lucidness. While singing to mysteriously shaped microphones, he swung purple bottles across small irregular recruits. They were MG brews! When out of nowhere, I spotted chickenman, the Destroyer! "ARGH!", bellowed Dikaiopolis, "Who created this ghastly hallucination of a brawl?" Suddenly, Footy took a large swing at Dikaiopolis who was quite bewildered at the sudden and unexpected backhand. He stepped in front of a strange looking flying monkey. The monkey smelled something horrible which made him feel quite sick and he started to choke and sputter all over Dikaiopolis' leotard. "What in the name of Zeus do you think you are doing?", asked a strange little man. The little man reached over and yanked the leotard from the confused Dikaiopolis. "This can't be good for your leotard, dork!" The angry Dikaiopolis sang loudly, much to the surprise and horror of the oncoming group of roaming lemurs. The lemurs started pulverising Dikaiopolis' dog, which yelled at the strange creatures that suddenly appeared behind the tree. "Stop trying to destroy my creepy crawling little tiny polkadot bikini."
The raving lunatic reached forward and brushed off a large chunk of flesh. This enraged Dikaiopolis and beseeching the cowardly lemurs of Dovercliff to somehow stop such horrendous acts as what was happening was ludicrous. Despite the odor coming from DJ's feet, he kicked the ugly duck-billed Dikaiopolis look-a-like in the stomach, which causes a disgusting backfire to Mount Chunkyton, the deadly volcano that resided just above this strange looking diarama. Unknown to the duck-billed Dikaiopolis was the large grumpy lesser known horn-farting blacksmith of Southern Terrace. The impact from aftershocks sent seagulls squealing
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Post by Samurai P.I. on Feb 11, 2008 6:16:02 GMT
Archers took tiny bottles of Bandy and guinfintry since their lack of imbibing talents allows them to transfer brews unbeknownst to the unsuspecting MG, who had surprisingly fallen behind. This undoubtedly frustrated the members of the redarms, who poked Corki repeatedly with blunt arrows. Later, after the missing bottles of brew went missing, Footy began the arduous task of interrogating small, smelly midgets with large handy boomerangs. Corki climbed onto some oddly crafted metal sticks of free floating lucidness. While singing to mysteriously shaped microphones, he swung purple bottles across small irregular recruits. They were MG brews! When out of nowhere, I spotted chickenman, the Destroyer! "ARGH!", bellowed Dikaiopolis, "Who created this ghastly hallucination of a brawl?" Suddenly, Footy took a large swing at Dikaiopolis who was quite bewildered at the sudden and unexpected backhand. He stepped in front of a strange looking flying monkey. The monkey smelled something horrible which made him feel quite sick and he started to choke and sputter all over Dikaiopolis' leotard. "What in the name of Zeus do you think you are doing?", asked a strange little man. The little man reached over and yanked the leotard from the confused Dikaiopolis. "This can't be good for your leotard, dork!" The angry Dikaiopolis sang loudly, much to the surprise and horror of the oncoming group of roaming lemurs. The lemurs started pulverising Dikaiopolis' dog, which yelled at the strange creatures that suddenly appeared behind the tree. "Stop trying to destroy my creepy crawling little tiny polkadot bikini."
The raving lunatic reached forward and brushed off a large chunk of flesh. This enraged Dikaiopolis and beseeching the cowardly lemurs of Dovercliff to somehow stop such horrendous acts as what was happening was ludicrous. Despite the odor coming from DJ's feet, he kicked the ugly duck-billed Dikaiopolis look-a-like in the stomach, which causes a disgusting backfire to Mount Chunkyton, the deadly volcano that resided just above this strange looking diarama. Unknown to the duck-billed Dikaiopolis was the large grumpy lesser known horn-farting blacksmith of Southern Terrace. The impact from aftershocks sent seagulls squealing into
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Post by Paladin Jon the Direwolf on Feb 11, 2008 13:07:50 GMT
Archers took tiny bottles of Bandy and guinfintry since their lack of imbibing talents allows them to transfer brews unbeknownst to the unsuspecting MG, who had surprisingly fallen behind. This undoubtedly frustrated the members of the redarms, who poked Corki repeatedly with blunt arrows. Later, after the missing bottles of brew went missing, Footy began the arduous task of interrogating small, smelly midgets with large handy boomerangs. Corki climbed onto some oddly crafted metal sticks of free floating lucidness. While singing to mysteriously shaped microphones, he swung purple bottles across small irregular recruits. They were MG brews! When out of nowhere, I spotted chickenman, the Destroyer! "ARGH!", bellowed Dikaiopolis, "Who created this ghastly hallucination of a brawl?" Suddenly, Footy took a large swing at Dikaiopolis who was quite bewildered at the sudden and unexpected backhand. He stepped in front of a strange looking flying monkey. The monkey smelled something horrible which made him feel quite sick and he started to choke and sputter all over Dikaiopolis' leotard. "What in the name of Zeus do you think you are doing?", asked a strange little man. The little man reached over and yanked the leotard from the confused Dikaiopolis. "This can't be good for your leotard, dork!" The angry Dikaiopolis sang loudly, much to the surprise and horror of the oncoming group of roaming lemurs. The lemurs started pulverising Dikaiopolis' dog, which yelled at the strange creatures that suddenly appeared behind the tree. "Stop trying to destroy my creepy crawling little tiny polkadot bikini."
The raving lunatic reached forward and brushed off a large chunk of flesh. This enraged Dikaiopolis and beseeching the cowardly lemurs of Dovercliff to somehow stop such horrendous acts as what was happening was ludicrous. Despite the odor coming from DJ's feet, he kicked the ugly duck-billed Dikaiopolis look-a-like in the stomach, which causes a disgusting backfire to Mount Chunkyton, the deadly volcano that resided just above this strange looking diarama. Unknown to the duck-billed Dikaiopolis was the large grumpy lesser known horn-farting blacksmith of Southern Terrace. The impact from aftershocks sent seagulls squealing into the
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