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Post by Paladin Jon the Direwolf on Jun 11, 2008 15:26:25 GMT
After such rampant farming, Dikaiopolis ventured into the fields with Finkerton. While he tried to display his crazy pink and green polka skirt to his dog, the flustered pixie went over to buy some cheap bubbling prune juice. Finkerton looked perplexed as the pixie's bowels started rumbling and gurgling, which caused shockwaves of monstrous odors to radiate around Finkerton's lush and supple fields. Little did the dog, who happened to be a famous musician, know this and decided it was time fluctuating through the stinky air that lingered around the murky swamp. Next week, since the lack of breeze, the odor lingered and started to settle in the furniture that was sitting outside the nearby tavern. The tavern owner started yelling at Dikaiopolis and Finkerton to leave the area before evil flying wombats were called to chase them over the rolling barrels. Fleeing from such large wombats didn't appeal much to Finkerton so he hijacked a pink scooter and rode into the long line of cattle, causing the tranquility to be broken just before the wombats struck at the rolling ball of wool. Finkerton, jealous of seeing the wombats and their huge nuts, started to shout softly. "You foul, do
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Post by Froix on Jun 15, 2008 2:23:48 GMT
After such rampant farming, Dikaiopolis ventured into the fields with Finkerton. While he tried to display his crazy pink and green polka skirt to his dog, the flustered pixie went over to buy some cheap bubbling prune juice. Finkerton looked perplexed as the pixie's bowels started rumbling and gurgling, which caused shockwaves of monstrous odors to radiate around Finkerton's lush and supple fields. Little did the dog, who happened to be a famous musician, know this and decided it was time fluctuating through the stinky air that lingered around the murky swamp. Next week, since the lack of breeze, the odor lingered and started to settle in the furniture that was sitting outside the nearby tavern. The tavern owner started yelling at Dikaiopolis and Finkerton to leave the area before evil flying wombats were called to chase them over the rolling barrels. Fleeing from such large wombats didn't appeal much to Finkerton so he hijacked a pink scooter and rode into the long line of cattle, causing the tranquility to be broken just before the wombats struck at the rolling ball of wool. Finkerton, jealous of seeing the wombats and their huge nuts, started to shout softly. "You foul, do gooder
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Post by Paladin Jon the Direwolf on Jun 15, 2008 11:46:22 GMT
After such rampant farming, Dikaiopolis ventured into the fields with Finkerton. While he tried to display his crazy pink and green polka skirt to his dog, the flustered pixie went over to buy some cheap bubbling prune juice. Finkerton looked perplexed as the pixie's bowels started rumbling and gurgling, which caused shockwaves of monstrous odors to radiate around Finkerton's lush and supple fields. Little did the dog, who happened to be a famous musician, know this and decided it was time fluctuating through the stinky air that lingered around the murky swamp. Next week, since the lack of breeze, the odor lingered and started to settle in the furniture that was sitting outside the nearby tavern. The tavern owner started yelling at Dikaiopolis and Finkerton to leave the area before evil flying wombats were called to chase them over the rolling barrels. Fleeing from such large wombats didn't appeal much to Finkerton so he hijacked a pink scooter and rode into the long line of cattle, causing the tranquility to be broken just before the wombats struck at the rolling ball of wool. Finkerton, jealous of seeing the wombats and their huge nuts, started to shout softly. "You foul do gooder, have
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Post by Samurai P.I. on Jun 23, 2008 6:03:47 GMT
After such rampant farming, Dikaiopolis ventured into the fields with Finkerton. While he tried to display his crazy pink and green polka skirt to his dog, the flustered pixie went over to buy some cheap bubbling prune juice. Finkerton looked perplexed as the pixie's bowels started rumbling and gurgling, which caused shockwaves of monstrous odors to radiate around Finkerton's lush and supple fields. Little did the dog, who happened to be a famous musician, know this and decided it was time fluctuating through the stinky air that lingered around the murky swamp. Next week, since the lack of breeze, the odor lingered and started to settle in the furniture that was sitting outside the nearby tavern. The tavern owner started yelling at Dikaiopolis and Finkerton to leave the area before evil flying wombats were called to chase them over the rolling barrels. Fleeing from such large wombats didn't appeal much to Finkerton so he hijacked a pink scooter and rode into the long line of cattle, causing the tranquility to be broken just before the wombats struck at the rolling ball of wool. Finkerton, jealous of seeing the wombats and their huge nuts, started to shout softly. "You foul do gooder, have you
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Post by Paladin Jon the Direwolf on Jun 23, 2008 12:14:48 GMT
After such rampant farming, Dikaiopolis ventured into the fields with Finkerton. While he tried to display his crazy pink and green polka skirt to his dog, the flustered pixie went over to buy some cheap bubbling prune juice. Finkerton looked perplexed as the pixie's bowels started rumbling and gurgling, which caused shockwaves of monstrous odors to radiate around Finkerton's lush and supple fields. Little did the dog, who happened to be a famous musician, know this and decided it was time fluctuating through the stinky air that lingered around the murky swamp. Next week, since the lack of breeze, the odor lingered and started to settle in the furniture that was sitting outside the nearby tavern. The tavern owner started yelling at Dikaiopolis and Finkerton to leave the area before evil flying wombats were called to chase them over the rolling barrels. Fleeing from such large wombats didn't appeal much to Finkerton so he hijacked a pink scooter and rode into the long line of cattle, causing the tranquility to be broken just before the wombats struck at the rolling ball of wool. Finkerton, jealous of seeing the wombats and their huge nuts, started to shout softly. "You foul do gooder, have you any
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Post by Froix on Jun 30, 2008 1:27:58 GMT
After such rampant farming, Dikaiopolis ventured into the fields with Finkerton. While he tried to display his crazy pink and green polka skirt to his dog, the flustered pixie went over to buy some cheap bubbling prune juice. Finkerton looked perplexed as the pixie's bowels started rumbling and gurgling, which caused shockwaves of monstrous odors to radiate around Finkerton's lush and supple fields. Little did the dog, who happened to be a famous musician, know this and decided it was time fluctuating through the stinky air that lingered around the murky swamp. Next week, since the lack of breeze, the odor lingered and started to settle in the furniture that was sitting outside the nearby tavern. The tavern owner started yelling at Dikaiopolis and Finkerton to leave the area before evil flying wombats were called to chase them over the rolling barrels. Fleeing from such large wombats didn't appeal much to Finkerton so he hijacked a pink scooter and rode into the long line of cattle, causing the tranquility to be broken just before the wombats struck at the rolling ball of wool. Finkerton, jealous of seeing the wombats and their huge nuts, started to shout softly. "You foul do gooder, have you any spare
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Post by Paladin Jon the Direwolf on Jun 30, 2008 2:11:14 GMT
After such rampant farming, Dikaiopolis ventured into the fields with Finkerton. While he tried to display his crazy pink and green polka skirt to his dog, the flustered pixie went over to buy some cheap bubbling prune juice. Finkerton looked perplexed as the pixie's bowels started rumbling and gurgling, which caused shockwaves of monstrous odors to radiate around Finkerton's lush and supple fields. Little did the dog, who happened to be a famous musician, know this and decided it was time fluctuating through the stinky air that lingered around the murky swamp. Next week, since the lack of breeze, the odor lingered and started to settle in the furniture that was sitting outside the nearby tavern. The tavern owner started yelling at Dikaiopolis and Finkerton to leave the area before evil flying wombats were called to chase them over the rolling barrels. Fleeing from such large wombats didn't appeal much to Finkerton so he hijacked a pink scooter and rode into the long line of cattle, causing the tranquility to be broken just before the wombats struck at the rolling ball of wool. Finkerton, jealous of seeing the wombats and their huge nuts, started to shout softly. "You foul do gooder, have you any spare change
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