Never Ending Story: Add Three Words

DwnWthVwls · 04-08-2015, 01:26 PM

Once upon a time there was a brave little sausage named Sausilio, who dreamed of becoming a beautiful woman with a penis shaped invisible kazoo. She committed genocide against all arachnids, who are responsible for Batlord's little accident where he wanted to slice off his nipples instead of his mother's nipples that he'd bled dry.

Janzsoon yelled out "ENOUGH!", but nobody listened. Cause f*ck him. Sausilio seized the storyline, but enough! Still, nobody listened, making Chula grumpier. Frownland's junk began to hurt Chula's tonsils, until he bit down furiously, breaking his teeth.

"BACK TO SAUSILIO!!!!" shouted Chula, but dumbasses ignored him because he's cranky and a blatherskite with murderous intent. Unfortunately, his incompetence had been magnified because his tonsils fell out of his rear. Ouch.

Sausilio was just masturbating on a tread mill when all hell broke loose because he left his thumb up his mother's tired and dry fist. He jerked his large and ample fingers wrapped in pink ribbon towards himself, then, with mighty vigor (his best friend), jumped off the tread mill and landed on his Great great grandmother's slimy down under three day old pair of Depends. For breakfast, she ate a sausage that had been running while masturbating. A wild Janszoon, the Dutch navigator, didn't mean to make you cry.

'Enough with cannibalism! Back to Sausilio!' yelled the old f*cking cool dude named Chula Vista who loved sausage and meatballs with melted provolone and Led Zeppelin's Zoso -- Led Zeppelin sucks -- but I digress -- Led Zepplin sucks. So anyway, the band Led Zeppelin had this fish that Robert Plant had coitus with to lose his anal virginity... painfully.

So, anyway, today Sausilio had accidentally cooked the greatest anal bead pie with green salsa, fava beans, and Nestle's chocolate milk. It tasted swell, according to Goofle. Suddenly there was a wild Janszoon, whose big butt was liberally leaking soiled cherry Gatorade that smelled like back sweat and Norwegian black metallers. Janszoon grabbed his enormous and engorged pickled Somali chicken and sniffed it.

"For food," responded a wild Chula, grimacing at Janzsoon, while holding his daughter's hand.

Wriggling and suffocating, the fish prayed to Kanye West and Jaden Smith in his life. "Oh, why must there be spammers?"

Sausilio was arrested for carrying a bag of Chula Vista's Acapulco Gold. His sentence was watching Interstellar, twice with a blindfold that was clearly not see through but had windows painted pitch black. But see, through the years, Sausilio scratched the paint of his chair and his blindfold worked too well, but came off after the sentence had just started to be fatally flawed.

Then a flashy businessman, removing the blindfold said, "you're free." He flicked his Vienna sausage and a shadowy figure blew his load into the orifice where Chula's tonsils rested, filling them. "It's Canoli Cream!"

Chula Vista · 04-08-2015, 04:36 PM

Once upon a time there was a brave little sausage named Sausilio, who dreamed of becoming a beautiful woman with a penis shaped invisible kazoo. She committed genocide against all arachnids, who are responsible for Batlord's little accident where he wanted to slice off his nipples instead of his mother's nipples that he'd bled dry.

Janzsoon yelled out "ENOUGH!", but nobody listened. Cause f*ck him. Sausilio seized the storyline, but enough! Still, nobody listened, making Chula grumpier. Frownland's junk began to hurt Chula's tonsils, until he bit down furiously, breaking his teeth.

"BACK TO SAUSILIO!!!!" shouted Chula, but dumbasses ignored him because he's cranky and a blatherskite with murderous intent. Unfortunately, his incompetence had been magnified because his tonsils fell out of his rear. Ouch.

Sausilio was just masturbating on a tread mill when all hell broke loose because he left his thumb up his mother's tired and dry fist. He jerked his large and ample fingers wrapped in pink ribbon towards himself, then, with mighty vigor (his best friend), jumped off the tread mill and landed on his Great great grandmother's slimy down under three day old pair of Depends. For breakfast, she ate a sausage that had been running while masturbating. A wild Janszoon, the Dutch navigator, didn't mean to make you cry.

'Enough with cannibalism! Back to Sausilio!' yelled the old f*cking cool dude named Chula Vista who loved sausage and meatballs with melted provolone and Led Zeppelin's Zoso -- Led Zeppelin sucks -- but I digress -- Led Zepplin sucks. So anyway, the band Led Zeppelin had this fish that Robert Plant had coitus with to lose his anal virginity... painfully.

So, anyway, today Sausilio had accidentally cooked the greatest anal bead pie with green salsa, fava beans, and Nestle's chocolate milk. It tasted swell, according to Goofle. Suddenly there was a wild Janszoon, whose big butt was liberally leaking soiled cherry Gatorade that smelled like back sweat and Norwegian black metallers. Janszoon grabbed his enormous and engorged pickled Somali chicken and sniffed it.

"For food," responded a wild Chula, grimacing at Janzsoon, while holding his daughter's hand.

Wriggling and suffocating, the fish prayed to Kanye West and Jaden Smith in his life. "Oh, why must there be spammers?"

Sausilio was arrested for carrying a bag of Chula Vista's Acapulco Gold. His sentence was watching Interstellar, twice with a blindfold that was clearly not see through but had windows painted pitch black. But see, through the years, Sausilio scratched the paint of his chair and his blindfold worked too well, but came off after the sentence had just started to be fatally flawed.

Then a flashy businessman, removing the blindfold said, "you're free." He flicked his Vienna sausage and a shadowy figure blew his load into the orifice where Chula's tonsils rested, filling them. "It's Canoli Cream!"

Seven times. Really?

DwnWthVwls · 04-08-2015, 05:01 PM

Once upon a time there was a brave little sausage named Sausilio, who dreamed of becoming a beautiful woman with a penis shaped invisible kazoo. She committed genocide against all arachnids, who are responsible for Batlord's little accident where he wanted to slice off his nipples instead of his mother's nipples that he'd bled dry.

Janzsoon yelled out "ENOUGH!", but nobody listened. Cause f*ck him. Sausilio seized the storyline, but enough! Still, nobody listened, making Chula grumpier. Frownland's junk began to hurt Chula's tonsils, until he bit down furiously, breaking his teeth.

"BACK TO SAUSILIO!!!!" shouted Chula, but dumbasses ignored him because he's cranky and a blatherskite with murderous intent. Unfortunately, his incompetence had been magnified because his tonsils fell out of his rear. Ouch.

Sausilio was just masturbating on a tread mill when all hell broke loose because he left his thumb up his mother's tired and dry fist. He jerked his large and ample fingers wrapped in pink ribbon towards himself, then, with mighty vigor (his best friend), jumped off the tread mill and landed on his Great great grandmother's slimy down under three day old pair of Depends. For breakfast, she ate a sausage that had been running while masturbating. A wild Janszoon, the Dutch navigator, didn't mean to make you cry.

'Enough with cannibalism! Back to Sausilio!' yelled the old f*cking cool dude named Chula Vista who loved sausage and meatballs with melted provolone and Led Zeppelin's Zoso -- Led Zeppelin sucks -- but I digress -- Led Zepplin sucks. So anyway, the band Led Zeppelin had this fish that Robert Plant had coitus with to lose his anal virginity... painfully.

So, anyway, today Sausilio had accidentally cooked the greatest anal bead pie with green salsa, fava beans, and Nestle's chocolate milk. It tasted swell, according to Goofle. Suddenly there was a wild Janszoon, whose big butt was liberally leaking soiled cherry Gatorade that smelled like back sweat and Norwegian black metallers. Janszoon grabbed his enormous and engorged pickled Somali chicken and sniffed it.

"For food," responded a wild Chula, grimacing at Janzsoon, while holding his daughter's hand.

Wriggling and suffocating, the fish prayed to Kanye West and Jaden Smith in his life. "Oh, why must there be spammers?"

Sausilio was arrested for carrying a bag of Chula Vista's Acapulco Gold. His sentence was watching Interstellar, twice with a blindfold that was clearly not see through but had windows painted pitch black. But see, through the years, Sausilio scratched the paint of his chair and his blindfold worked too well, but came off after the sentence had just started to be fatally flawed.

Then a flashy businessman, removing the blindfold said, "you're free." He flicked his Vienna sausage and a shadowy figure blew his load into the orifice where Chula's tonsils rested, filling them. "It's Canoli Cream!"

Seven times. Really? No, just once.

**Frownland** · 04-08-2015, 07:58 PM

The more you whine about it the more I'm going to insert you into the story. Especially when it hurts the continuity of the story.

DwnWthVwls · 04-08-2015, 08:35 PM

Once upon a time there was a brave little sausage named Sausilio, who dreamed of becoming a beautiful woman with a penis shaped invisible kazoo. She committed genocide against all arachnids, who are responsible for Batlord's little accident where he wanted to slice off his nipples instead of his mother's nipples that he'd bled dry.

Janzsoon yelled out "ENOUGH!", but nobody listened. Cause f*ck him. Sausilio seized the storyline, but enough! Still, nobody listened, making Chula grumpier. Frownland's junk began to hurt Chula's tonsils, until he bit down furiously, breaking his teeth.

"BACK TO SAUSILIO!!!!" shouted Chula, but dumbasses ignored him because he's cranky and a blatherskite with murderous intent. Unfortunately, his incompetence had been magnified because his tonsils fell out of his rear. Ouch.

Sausilio was just masturbating on a tread mill when all hell broke loose because he left his thumb up his mother's tired and dry fist. He jerked his large and ample fingers wrapped in pink ribbon towards himself, then, with mighty vigor (his best friend), jumped off the tread mill and landed on his Great great grandmother's slimy down under three day old pair of Depends. For breakfast, she ate a sausage that had been running while masturbating. A wild Janszoon, the Dutch navigator, didn't mean to make you cry.

'Enough with cannibalism! Back to Sausilio!' yelled the old f*cking cool dude named Chula Vista who loved sausage and meatballs with melted provolone and Led Zeppelin's Zoso -- Led Zeppelin sucks -- but I digress -- Led Zepplin sucks. So anyway, the band Led Zeppelin had this fish that Robert Plant had coitus with to lose his anal virginity... painfully.

So, anyway, today Sausilio had accidentally cooked the greatest anal bead pie with green salsa, fava beans, and Nestle's chocolate milk. It tasted swell, according to Goofle. Suddenly there was a wild Janszoon, whose big butt was liberally leaking soiled cherry Gatorade that smelled like back sweat and Norwegian black metallers. Janszoon grabbed his enormous and engorged pickled Somali chicken and sniffed it.

"For food," responded a wild Chula, grimacing at Janzsoon, while holding his daughter's hand.

Wriggling and suffocating, the fish prayed to Kanye West and Jaden Smith in his life. "Oh, why must there be spammers?"

Sausilio was arrested for carrying a bag of Chula Vista's Acapulco Gold. His sentence was watching Interstellar, twice with a blindfold that was clearly not see through but had windows painted pitch black. But see, through the years, Sausilio scratched the paint of his chair and his blindfold worked too well, but came off after the sentence had just started to be fatally flawed.

Then a flashy businessman, removing the blindfold said, "you're free." He flicked his Vienna sausage and a shadowy figure blew his load into the orifice where Chula's tonsils rested, filling them. "It's Canoli Cream!"

Seven times. Really? No, just once. The more you whine about it the more I'm going to insert you into the story. Especially when it hurts the continuity of the story. Lownfrand flew in

GuD · 04-08-2015, 09:17 PM

[QUOTE=DwnWthVwls;1574647]Once upon a time there was a brave little sausage named Sausilio, who dreamed of becoming a beautiful woman with a penis shaped invisible kazoo. She committed genocide against all arachnids, who are responsible for Batlord's little accident where he wanted to slice off his nipples instead of his mother's nipples that he'd bled dry.

Janzsoon yelled out "ENOUGH!", but nobody listened. Cause f*ck him. Sausilio seized the storyline, but enough! Still, nobody listened, making Chula grumpier. Frownland's junk began to hurt Chula's tonsils, until he bit down furiously, breaking his teeth.

"BACK TO SAUSILIO!!!!" shouted Chula, but dumbasses ignored him because he's cranky and a blatherskite with murderous intent. Unfortunately, his incompetence had been magnified because his tonsils fell out of his rear. Ouch.

Sausilio was just masturbating on a tread mill when all hell broke loose because he left his thumb up his mother's tired and dry fist. He jerked his large and ample fingers wrapped in pink ribbon towards himself, then, with mighty vigor (his best friend), jumped off the tread mill and landed on his Great great grandmother's slimy down under three day old pair of Depends. For breakfast, she ate a sausage that had been running while masturbating. A wild Janszoon, the Dutch navigator, didn't mean to make you cry.

'Enough with cannibalism! Back to Sausilio!' yelled the old f*cking cool dude named Chula Vista who loved sausage and meatballs with melted provolone and Led Zeppelin's Zoso -- Led Zeppelin sucks -- but I digress -- Led Zepplin sucks. So anyway, the band Led Zeppelin had this fish that Robert Plant had coitus with to lose his anal virginity... painfully.

So, anyway, today Sausilio had accidentally cooked the greatest anal bead pie with green salsa, fava beans, and Nestle's chocolate milk. It tasted swell, according to Goofle. Suddenly there was a wild Janszoon, whose big butt was liberally leaking soiled cherry Gatorade that smelled like back sweat and Norwegian black metallers. Janszoon grabbed his enormous and engorged pickled Somali chicken and sniffed it.

"For food," responded a wild Chula, grimacing at Janzsoon, while holding his daughter's hand.

Wriggling and suffocating, the fish prayed to Kanye West and Jaden Smith in his life. "Oh, why must there be spammers?"

Sausilio was arrested for carrying a bag of Chula Vista's Acapulco Gold. His sentence was watching Interstellar, twice with a blindfold that was clearly not see through but had windows painted pitch black. But see, through the years, Sausilio scratched the paint of his chair and his blindfold worked too well, but came off after the sentence had just started to be fatally flawed.

Then a flashy businessman, removing the blindfold said, "you're free." He flicked his Vienna sausage and a shadowy figure blew his load into the orifice where Chula's tonsils rested, filling them. "It's Canoli Cream!"

Seven times. Really? No, just once. The more you whine about it the more I'm going to insert you into the story. Especially when it hurts the continuity of the story. Lownfrand flew in from his mother's

Oriphiel · 04-18-2015, 10:49 AM

Once upon a time there was a brave little sausage named Sausilio, who dreamed of becoming a beautiful woman with a penis shaped invisible kazoo. She committed genocide against all arachnids, who are responsible for Batlord's little accident where he wanted to slice off his nipples instead of his mother's nipples that he'd bled dry.

Janzsoon yelled out "ENOUGH!", but nobody listened. Cause f*ck him. Sausilio seized the storyline, but enough! Still, nobody listened, making Chula grumpier. Frownland's junk began to hurt Chula's tonsils, until he bit down furiously, breaking his teeth.

"BACK TO SAUSILIO!!!!" shouted Chula, but dumbasses ignored him because he's cranky and a blatherskite with murderous intent. Unfortunately, his incompetence had been magnified because his tonsils fell out of his rear. Ouch.

Sausilio was just masturbating on a tread mill when all hell broke loose because he left his thumb up his mother's tired and dry fist. He jerked his large and ample fingers wrapped in pink ribbon towards himself, then, with mighty vigor (his best friend), jumped off the tread mill and landed on his Great great grandmother's slimy down under three day old pair of Depends. For breakfast, she ate a sausage that had been running while masturbating. A wild Janszoon, the Dutch navigator, didn't mean to make you cry.

'Enough with cannibalism! Back to Sausilio!' yelled the old f*cking cool dude named Chula Vista who loved sausage and meatballs with melted provolone and Led Zeppelin's Zoso -- Led Zeppelin sucks -- but I digress -- Led Zepplin sucks. So anyway, the band Led Zeppelin had this fish that Robert Plant had coitus with to lose his anal virginity... painfully.

So, anyway, today Sausilio had accidentally cooked the greatest anal bead pie with green salsa, fava beans, and Nestle's chocolate milk. It tasted swell, according to Goofle. Suddenly there was a wild Janszoon, whose big butt was liberally leaking soiled cherry Gatorade that smelled like back sweat and Norwegian black metallers. Janszoon grabbed his enormous and engorged pickled Somali chicken and sniffed it.

"For food," responded a wild Chula, grimacing at Janzsoon, while holding his daughter's hand.

Wriggling and suffocating, the fish prayed to Kanye West and Jaden Smith in his life. "Oh, why must there be spammers?"

Sausilio was arrested for carrying a bag of Chula Vista's Acapulco Gold. His sentence was watching Interstellar, twice with a blindfold that was clearly not see through but had windows painted pitch black. But see, through the years, Sausilio scratched the paint of his chair and his blindfold worked too well, but came off after the sentence had just started to be fatally flawed.

Then a flashy businessman, removing the blindfold said, "you're free." He flicked his Vienna sausage and a shadowy figure blew his load into the orifice where Chula's tonsils rested, filling them. "It's Canoli Cream!"

Seven times. Really? No, just once. The more you whine about it the more I'm going to insert you into the story. Especially when it hurts the continuity of the story. Lownfrand flew in from his mother's sordid den of

Chula Vista · 04-18-2015, 11:00 AM

Once upon a time there was a brave little sausage named Sausilio, who dreamed of becoming a beautiful woman with a penis shaped invisible kazoo. She committed genocide against all arachnids, who are responsible for Batlord's little accident where he wanted to slice off his nipples instead of his mother's nipples that he'd bled dry.

Janzsoon yelled out "ENOUGH!", but nobody listened. Cause f*ck him. Sausilio seized the storyline, but enough! Still, nobody listened, making Chula grumpier. Frownland's junk began to hurt Chula's tonsils, until he bit down furiously, breaking his teeth.

"BACK TO SAUSILIO!!!!" shouted Chula, but dumbasses ignored him because he's cranky and a blatherskite with murderous intent. Unfortunately, his incompetence had been magnified because his tonsils fell out of his rear. Ouch.

Sausilio was just masturbating on a tread mill when all hell broke loose because he left his thumb up his mother's tired and dry fist. He jerked his large and ample fingers wrapped in pink ribbon towards himself, then, with mighty vigor (his best friend), jumped off the tread mill and landed on his Great great grandmother's slimy down under three day old pair of Depends. For breakfast, she ate a sausage that had been running while masturbating. A wild Janszoon, the Dutch navigator, didn't mean to make you cry.

'Enough with cannibalism! Back to Sausilio!' yelled the old f*cking cool dude named Chula Vista who loved sausage and meatballs with melted provolone and Led Zeppelin's Zoso -- Led Zeppelin sucks -- but I digress -- Led Zepplin sucks. So anyway, the band Led Zeppelin had this fish that Robert Plant had coitus with to lose his anal virginity... painfully.

So, anyway, today Sausilio had accidentally cooked the greatest anal bead pie with green salsa, fava beans, and Nestle's chocolate milk. It tasted swell, according to Goofle. Suddenly there was a wild Janszoon, whose big butt was liberally leaking soiled cherry Gatorade that smelled like back sweat and Norwegian black metallers. Janszoon grabbed his enormous and engorged pickled Somali chicken and sniffed it.

"For food," responded a wild Chula, grimacing at Janzsoon, while holding his daughter's hand.

Wriggling and suffocating, the fish prayed to Kanye West and Jaden Smith in his life. "Oh, why must there be spammers?"

Sausilio was arrested for carrying a bag of Chula Vista's Acapulco Gold. His sentence was watching Interstellar, twice with a blindfold that was clearly not see through but had windows painted pitch black. But see, through the years, Sausilio scratched the paint of his chair and his blindfold worked too well, but came off after the sentence had just started to be fatally flawed.

Then a flashy businessman, removing the blindfold said, "you're free." He flicked his Vienna sausage and a shadowy figure blew his load into the orifice where Chula's tonsils rested, filling them. "It's Canoli Cream!"

Seven times. Really? No, just once. The more you whine about it the more I'm going to insert you into the story. Especially when it hurts the continuity of the story. Frownland flew in from his mother's sordid den of Asian kiddie porn

Thelonious Monkey · 04-18-2015, 11:08 AM

Once upon a time there was a brave little sausage named Sausilio, who dreamed of becoming a beautiful woman with a penis shaped invisible kazoo. She committed genocide against all arachnids, who are responsible for Batlord's little accident where he wanted to slice off his nipples instead of his mother's nipples that he'd bled dry.

Janzsoon yelled out "ENOUGH!", but nobody listened. Cause f*ck him. Sausilio seized the storyline, but enough! Still, nobody listened, making Chula grumpier. Frownland's junk began to hurt Chula's tonsils, until he bit down furiously, breaking his teeth.

"BACK TO SAUSILIO!!!!" shouted Chula, but dumbasses ignored him because he's cranky and a blatherskite with murderous intent. Unfortunately, his incompetence had been magnified because his tonsils fell out of his rear. Ouch.

Sausilio was just masturbating on a tread mill when all hell broke loose because he left his thumb up his mother's tired and dry fist. He jerked his large and ample fingers wrapped in pink ribbon towards himself, then, with mighty vigor (his best friend), jumped off the tread mill and landed on his Great great grandmother's slimy down under three day old pair of Depends. For breakfast, she ate a sausage that had been running while masturbating. A wild Janszoon, the Dutch navigator, didn't mean to make you cry.

'Enough with cannibalism! Back to Sausilio!' yelled the old f*cking cool dude named Chula Vista who loved sausage and meatballs with melted provolone and Led Zeppelin's Zoso -- Led Zeppelin sucks -- but I digress -- Led Zepplin sucks. So anyway, the band Led Zeppelin had this fish that Robert Plant had coitus with to lose his anal virginity... painfully.

So, anyway, today Sausilio had accidentally cooked the greatest anal bead pie with green salsa, fava beans, and Nestle's chocolate milk. It tasted swell, according to Goofle. Suddenly there was a wild Janszoon, whose big butt was liberally leaking soiled cherry Gatorade that smelled like back sweat and Norwegian black metallers. Janszoon grabbed his enormous and engorged pickled Somali chicken and sniffed it.

"For food," responded a wild Chula, grimacing at Janzsoon, while holding his daughter's hand.

Wriggling and suffocating, the fish prayed to Kanye West and Jaden Smith in his life. "Oh, why must there be spammers?"

Sausilio was arrested for carrying a bag of Chula Vista's Acapulco Gold. His sentence was watching Interstellar, twice with a blindfold that was clearly not see through but had windows painted pitch black. But see, through the years, Sausilio scratched the paint of his chair and his blindfold worked too well, but came off after the sentence had just started to be fatally flawed.

Then a flashy businessman, removing the blindfold said, "you're free." He flicked his Vienna sausage and a shadowy figure blew his load into the orifice where Chula's tonsils rested, filling them. "It's Canoli Cream!"

Seven times. Really? No, just once. The more you whine about it the more I'm going to insert you into the story. Especially when it hurts the continuity of the story. Frownland flew in from his mother's sordid den of Asian kiddie porn and proceeded to

Chula Vista · 04-18-2015, 11:14 AM

Once upon a time there was a brave little sausage named Sausilio, who dreamed of becoming a beautiful woman with a penis shaped invisible kazoo. She committed genocide against all arachnids, who are responsible for Batlord's little accident where he wanted to slice off his nipples instead of his mother's nipples that he'd bled dry.

Janzsoon yelled out "ENOUGH!", but nobody listened. Cause f*ck him. Sausilio seized the storyline, but enough! Still, nobody listened, making Chula grumpier. Frownland's junk began to hurt Chula's tonsils, until he bit down furiously, breaking his teeth.

"BACK TO SAUSILIO!!!!" shouted Chula, but dumbasses ignored him because he's cranky and a blatherskite with murderous intent. Unfortunately, his incompetence had been magnified because his tonsils fell out of his rear. Ouch.

Sausilio was just masturbating on a tread mill when all hell broke loose because he left his thumb up his mother's tired and dry fist. He jerked his large and ample fingers wrapped in pink ribbon towards himself, then, with mighty vigor (his best friend), jumped off the tread mill and landed on his Great great grandmother's slimy down under three day old pair of Depends. For breakfast, she ate a sausage that had been running while masturbating. A wild Janszoon, the Dutch navigator, didn't mean to make you cry.

'Enough with cannibalism! Back to Sausilio!' yelled the old f*cking cool dude named Chula Vista who loved sausage and meatballs with melted provolone and Led Zeppelin's Zoso -- Led Zeppelin sucks -- but I digress -- Led Zepplin sucks. So anyway, the band Led Zeppelin had this fish that Robert Plant had coitus with to lose his anal virginity... painfully.

So, anyway, today Sausilio had accidentally cooked the greatest anal bead pie with green salsa, fava beans, and Nestle's chocolate milk. It tasted swell, according to Goofle. Suddenly there was a wild Janszoon, whose big butt was liberally leaking soiled cherry Gatorade that smelled like back sweat and Norwegian black metallers. Janszoon grabbed his enormous and engorged pickled Somali chicken and sniffed it.

"For food," responded a wild Chula, grimacing at Janzsoon, while holding his daughter's hand.

Wriggling and suffocating, the fish prayed to Kanye West and Jaden Smith in his life. "Oh, why must there be spammers?"

Sausilio was arrested for carrying a bag of Chula Vista's Acapulco Gold. His sentence was watching Interstellar, twice with a blindfold that was clearly not see through but had windows painted pitch black. But see, through the years, Sausilio scratched the paint of his chair and his blindfold worked too well, but came off after the sentence had just started to be fatally flawed.

Then a flashy businessman, removing the blindfold said, "you're free." He flicked his Vienna sausage and a shadowy figure blew his load into the orifice where Chula's tonsils rested, filling them. "It's Canoli Cream!"

Seven times. Really? No, just once. The more you whine about it the more I'm going to insert you into the story. Especially when it hurts the continuity of the story. Frownland flew in from his mother's sordid den of Asian kiddie porn and proceeded to violently grab Violet's

04-08-2015, 04:36 PM	#172 (permalink)
Chula Vista Toasted Poster Join Date: Oct 2014 Location: SoCal by way of Boston Posts: 11,332	Once upon a time there was a brave little sausage named Sausilio, who dreamed of becoming a beautiful woman with a penis shaped invisible kazoo. She committed genocide against all arachnids, who are responsible for Batlord's little accident where he wanted to slice off his nipples instead of his mother's nipples that he'd bled dry. Janzsoon yelled out "ENOUGH!", but nobody listened. Cause fck him. Sausilio seized the storyline, but enough! Still, nobody listened, making Chula grumpier. Frownland's junk began to hurt Chula's tonsils, until he bit down furiously, breaking his teeth. "BACK TO SAUSILIO!!!!" shouted Chula, but dumbasses ignored him because he's cranky and a blatherskite with murderous intent. Unfortunately, his incompetence had been magnified because his tonsils fell out of his rear. Ouch. Sausilio was just masturbating on a tread mill when all hell broke loose because he left his thumb up his mother's tired and dry fist. He jerked his large and ample fingers wrapped in pink ribbon towards himself, then, with mighty vigor (his best friend), jumped off the tread mill and landed on his Great great grandmother's slimy down under three day old pair of Depends. For breakfast, she ate a sausage that had been running while masturbating. A wild Janszoon, the Dutch navigator, didn't mean to make you cry. 'Enough with cannibalism! Back to Sausilio!' yelled the old fcking cool dude named Chula Vista who loved sausage and meatballs with melted provolone and Led Zeppelin's Zoso -- Led Zeppelin sucks -- but I digress -- Led Zepplin sucks. So anyway, the band Led Zeppelin had this fish that Robert Plant had coitus with to lose his anal virginity... painfully. So, anyway, today Sausilio had accidentally cooked the greatest anal bead pie with green salsa, fava beans, and Nestle's chocolate milk. It tasted swell, according to Goofle. Suddenly there was a wild Janszoon, whose big butt was liberally leaking soiled cherry Gatorade that smelled like back sweat and Norwegian black metallers. Janszoon grabbed his enormous and engorged pickled Somali chicken and sniffed it. "For food," responded a wild Chula, grimacing at Janzsoon, while holding his daughter's hand. Wriggling and suffocating, the fish prayed to Kanye West and Jaden Smith in his life. "Oh, why must there be spammers?" Sausilio was arrested for carrying a bag of Chula Vista's Acapulco Gold. His sentence was watching Interstellar, twice with a blindfold that was clearly not see through but had windows painted pitch black. But see, through the years, Sausilio scratched the paint of his chair and his blindfold worked too well, but came off after the sentence had just started to be fatally flawed. Then a flashy businessman, removing the blindfold said, "you're free." He flicked his Vienna sausage and a shadowy figure blew his load into the orifice where Chula's tonsils rested, filling them. "It's Canoli Cream!" Seven times. Really? __________________ “The fact that we live at the bottom of a deep gravity well, on the surface of a gas covered planet going around a nuclear fireball 90 million miles away and think this to be normal is obviously some indication of how skewed our perspective tends to be.”

04-08-2015, 07:58 PM	#174 (permalink)
Frownland SOPHIE FOREVER Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: East of the Southern North American West Posts: 35,541	The more you whine about it the more I'm going to insert you into the story. Especially when it hurts the continuity of the story. __________________ Studies show that when a given norm is changed in the face of the unchanging, the remaining contradictions will parallel the truth. d e a f b o x

04-08-2015, 09:17 PM	#176 (permalink)
GuD Dude... What? Join Date: Oct 2013 Posts: 1,322	[QUOTE=DwnWthVwls;1574647]Once upon a time there was a brave little sausage named Sausilio, who dreamed of becoming a beautiful woman with a penis shaped invisible kazoo. She committed genocide against all arachnids, who are responsible for Batlord's little accident where he wanted to slice off his nipples instead of his mother's nipples that he'd bled dry. Janzsoon yelled out "ENOUGH!", but nobody listened. Cause fck him. Sausilio seized the storyline, but enough! Still, nobody listened, making Chula grumpier. Frownland's junk began to hurt Chula's tonsils, until he bit down furiously, breaking his teeth. "BACK TO SAUSILIO!!!!" shouted Chula, but dumbasses ignored him because he's cranky and a blatherskite with murderous intent. Unfortunately, his incompetence had been magnified because his tonsils fell out of his rear. Ouch. Sausilio was just masturbating on a tread mill when all hell broke loose because he left his thumb up his mother's tired and dry fist. He jerked his large and ample fingers wrapped in pink ribbon towards himself, then, with mighty vigor (his best friend), jumped off the tread mill and landed on his Great great grandmother's slimy down under three day old pair of Depends. For breakfast, she ate a sausage that had been running while masturbating. A wild Janszoon, the Dutch navigator, didn't mean to make you cry. 'Enough with cannibalism! Back to Sausilio!' yelled the old fcking cool dude named Chula Vista who loved sausage and meatballs with melted provolone and Led Zeppelin's Zoso -- Led Zeppelin sucks -- but I digress -- Led Zepplin sucks. So anyway, the band Led Zeppelin had this fish that Robert Plant had coitus with to lose his anal virginity... painfully. So, anyway, today Sausilio had accidentally cooked the greatest anal bead pie with green salsa, fava beans, and Nestle's chocolate milk. It tasted swell, according to Goofle. Suddenly there was a wild Janszoon, whose big butt was liberally leaking soiled cherry Gatorade that smelled like back sweat and Norwegian black metallers. Janszoon grabbed his enormous and engorged pickled Somali chicken and sniffed it. "For food," responded a wild Chula, grimacing at Janzsoon, while holding his daughter's hand. Wriggling and suffocating, the fish prayed to Kanye West and Jaden Smith in his life. "Oh, why must there be spammers?" Sausilio was arrested for carrying a bag of Chula Vista's Acapulco Gold. His sentence was watching Interstellar, twice with a blindfold that was clearly not see through but had windows painted pitch black. But see, through the years, Sausilio scratched the paint of his chair and his blindfold worked too well, but came off after the sentence had just started to be fatally flawed. Then a flashy businessman, removing the blindfold said, "you're free." He flicked his Vienna sausage and a shadowy figure blew his load into the orifice where Chula's tonsils rested, filling them. "It's Canoli Cream!" Seven times. Really? No, just once. The more you whine about it the more I'm going to insert you into the story. Especially when it hurts the continuity of the story. Lownfrand flew in from his mother's __________________ I spit bullets in my feet Every time I speak So I write instead And still people want me dead ~msc

04-18-2015, 10:49 AM	#177 (permalink)
Oriphiel Ask me how! Join Date: Oct 2014 Location: The States Posts: 5,354	Once upon a time there was a brave little sausage named Sausilio, who dreamed of becoming a beautiful woman with a penis shaped invisible kazoo. She committed genocide against all arachnids, who are responsible for Batlord's little accident where he wanted to slice off his nipples instead of his mother's nipples that he'd bled dry. Janzsoon yelled out "ENOUGH!", but nobody listened. Cause fck him. Sausilio seized the storyline, but enough! Still, nobody listened, making Chula grumpier. Frownland's junk began to hurt Chula's tonsils, until he bit down furiously, breaking his teeth. "BACK TO SAUSILIO!!!!" shouted Chula, but dumbasses ignored him because he's cranky and a blatherskite with murderous intent. Unfortunately, his incompetence had been magnified because his tonsils fell out of his rear. Ouch. Sausilio was just masturbating on a tread mill when all hell broke loose because he left his thumb up his mother's tired and dry fist. He jerked his large and ample fingers wrapped in pink ribbon towards himself, then, with mighty vigor (his best friend), jumped off the tread mill and landed on his Great great grandmother's slimy down under three day old pair of Depends. For breakfast, she ate a sausage that had been running while masturbating. A wild Janszoon, the Dutch navigator, didn't mean to make you cry. 'Enough with cannibalism! Back to Sausilio!' yelled the old fcking cool dude named Chula Vista who loved sausage and meatballs with melted provolone and Led Zeppelin's Zoso -- Led Zeppelin sucks -- but I digress -- Led Zepplin sucks. So anyway, the band Led Zeppelin had this fish that Robert Plant had coitus with to lose his anal virginity... painfully. So, anyway, today Sausilio had accidentally cooked the greatest anal bead pie with green salsa, fava beans, and Nestle's chocolate milk. It tasted swell, according to Goofle. Suddenly there was a wild Janszoon, whose big butt was liberally leaking soiled cherry Gatorade that smelled like back sweat and Norwegian black metallers. Janszoon grabbed his enormous and engorged pickled Somali chicken and sniffed it. "For food," responded a wild Chula, grimacing at Janzsoon, while holding his daughter's hand. Wriggling and suffocating, the fish prayed to Kanye West and Jaden Smith in his life. "Oh, why must there be spammers?" Sausilio was arrested for carrying a bag of Chula Vista's Acapulco Gold. His sentence was watching Interstellar, twice with a blindfold that was clearly not see through but had windows painted pitch black. But see, through the years, Sausilio scratched the paint of his chair and his blindfold worked too well, but came off after the sentence had just started to be fatally flawed. Then a flashy businessman, removing the blindfold said, "you're free." He flicked his Vienna sausage and a shadowy figure blew his load into the orifice where Chula's tonsils rested, filling them. "It's Canoli Cream!" Seven times. Really? No, just once. The more you whine about it the more I'm going to insert you into the story. Especially when it hurts the continuity of the story. Lownfrand flew in from his mother's sordid den of __________________ ---------------------- \|---Mic's Albums---\| ---------------------- ----------------------------- \|---Deafbox Industries---\| -----------------------------

04-18-2015, 11:00 AM	#178 (permalink)
Chula Vista Toasted Poster Join Date: Oct 2014 Location: SoCal by way of Boston Posts: 11,332	Once upon a time there was a brave little sausage named Sausilio, who dreamed of becoming a beautiful woman with a penis shaped invisible kazoo. She committed genocide against all arachnids, who are responsible for Batlord's little accident where he wanted to slice off his nipples instead of his mother's nipples that he'd bled dry. Janzsoon yelled out "ENOUGH!", but nobody listened. Cause fck him. Sausilio seized the storyline, but enough! Still, nobody listened, making Chula grumpier. Frownland's junk began to hurt Chula's tonsils, until he bit down furiously, breaking his teeth. "BACK TO SAUSILIO!!!!" shouted Chula, but dumbasses ignored him because he's cranky and a blatherskite with murderous intent. Unfortunately, his incompetence had been magnified because his tonsils fell out of his rear. Ouch. Sausilio was just masturbating on a tread mill when all hell broke loose because he left his thumb up his mother's tired and dry fist. He jerked his large and ample fingers wrapped in pink ribbon towards himself, then, with mighty vigor (his best friend), jumped off the tread mill and landed on his Great great grandmother's slimy down under three day old pair of Depends. For breakfast, she ate a sausage that had been running while masturbating. A wild Janszoon, the Dutch navigator, didn't mean to make you cry. 'Enough with cannibalism! Back to Sausilio!' yelled the old fcking cool dude named Chula Vista who loved sausage and meatballs with melted provolone and Led Zeppelin's Zoso -- Led Zeppelin sucks -- but I digress -- Led Zepplin sucks. So anyway, the band Led Zeppelin had this fish that Robert Plant had coitus with to lose his anal virginity... painfully. So, anyway, today Sausilio had accidentally cooked the greatest anal bead pie with green salsa, fava beans, and Nestle's chocolate milk. It tasted swell, according to Goofle. Suddenly there was a wild Janszoon, whose big butt was liberally leaking soiled cherry Gatorade that smelled like back sweat and Norwegian black metallers. Janszoon grabbed his enormous and engorged pickled Somali chicken and sniffed it. "For food," responded a wild Chula, grimacing at Janzsoon, while holding his daughter's hand. Wriggling and suffocating, the fish prayed to Kanye West and Jaden Smith in his life. "Oh, why must there be spammers?" Sausilio was arrested for carrying a bag of Chula Vista's Acapulco Gold. His sentence was watching Interstellar, twice with a blindfold that was clearly not see through but had windows painted pitch black. But see, through the years, Sausilio scratched the paint of his chair and his blindfold worked too well, but came off after the sentence had just started to be fatally flawed. Then a flashy businessman, removing the blindfold said, "you're free." He flicked his Vienna sausage and a shadowy figure blew his load into the orifice where Chula's tonsils rested, filling them. "It's Canoli Cream!" Seven times. Really? No, just once. The more you whine about it the more I'm going to insert you into the story. Especially when it hurts the continuity of the story. Frownland flew in from his mother's sordid den of Asian kiddie porn __________________ “The fact that we live at the bottom of a deep gravity well, on the surface of a gas covered planet going around a nuclear fireball 90 million miles away and think this to be normal is obviously some indication of how skewed our perspective tends to be.”

04-18-2015, 11:08 AM	#179 (permalink)
Thelonious Monkey Caesar is home. Join Date: Sep 2014 Posts: 876	Once upon a time there was a brave little sausage named Sausilio, who dreamed of becoming a beautiful woman with a penis shaped invisible kazoo. She committed genocide against all arachnids, who are responsible for Batlord's little accident where he wanted to slice off his nipples instead of his mother's nipples that he'd bled dry. Janzsoon yelled out "ENOUGH!", but nobody listened. Cause fck him. Sausilio seized the storyline, but enough! Still, nobody listened, making Chula grumpier. Frownland's junk began to hurt Chula's tonsils, until he bit down furiously, breaking his teeth. "BACK TO SAUSILIO!!!!" shouted Chula, but dumbasses ignored him because he's cranky and a blatherskite with murderous intent. Unfortunately, his incompetence had been magnified because his tonsils fell out of his rear. Ouch. Sausilio was just masturbating on a tread mill when all hell broke loose because he left his thumb up his mother's tired and dry fist. He jerked his large and ample fingers wrapped in pink ribbon towards himself, then, with mighty vigor (his best friend), jumped off the tread mill and landed on his Great great grandmother's slimy down under three day old pair of Depends. For breakfast, she ate a sausage that had been running while masturbating. A wild Janszoon, the Dutch navigator, didn't mean to make you cry. 'Enough with cannibalism! Back to Sausilio!' yelled the old fcking cool dude named Chula Vista who loved sausage and meatballs with melted provolone and Led Zeppelin's Zoso -- Led Zeppelin sucks -- but I digress -- Led Zepplin sucks. So anyway, the band Led Zeppelin had this fish that Robert Plant had coitus with to lose his anal virginity... painfully. So, anyway, today Sausilio had accidentally cooked the greatest anal bead pie with green salsa, fava beans, and Nestle's chocolate milk. It tasted swell, according to Goofle. Suddenly there was a wild Janszoon, whose big butt was liberally leaking soiled cherry Gatorade that smelled like back sweat and Norwegian black metallers. Janszoon grabbed his enormous and engorged pickled Somali chicken and sniffed it. "For food," responded a wild Chula, grimacing at Janzsoon, while holding his daughter's hand. Wriggling and suffocating, the fish prayed to Kanye West and Jaden Smith in his life. "Oh, why must there be spammers?" Sausilio was arrested for carrying a bag of Chula Vista's Acapulco Gold. His sentence was watching Interstellar, twice with a blindfold that was clearly not see through but had windows painted pitch black. But see, through the years, Sausilio scratched the paint of his chair and his blindfold worked too well, but came off after the sentence had just started to be fatally flawed. Then a flashy businessman, removing the blindfold said, "you're free." He flicked his Vienna sausage and a shadowy figure blew his load into the orifice where Chula's tonsils rested, filling them. "It's Canoli Cream!" Seven times. Really? No, just once. The more you whine about it the more I'm going to insert you into the story. Especially when it hurts the continuity of the story. Frownland flew in from his mother's sordid den of Asian kiddie porn and proceeded to

04-18-2015, 11:14 AM	#180 (permalink)
Chula Vista Toasted Poster Join Date: Oct 2014 Location: SoCal by way of Boston Posts: 11,332	Once upon a time there was a brave little sausage named Sausilio, who dreamed of becoming a beautiful woman with a penis shaped invisible kazoo. She committed genocide against all arachnids, who are responsible for Batlord's little accident where he wanted to slice off his nipples instead of his mother's nipples that he'd bled dry. Janzsoon yelled out "ENOUGH!", but nobody listened. Cause fck him. Sausilio seized the storyline, but enough! Still, nobody listened, making Chula grumpier. Frownland's junk began to hurt Chula's tonsils, until he bit down furiously, breaking his teeth. "BACK TO SAUSILIO!!!!" shouted Chula, but dumbasses ignored him because he's cranky and a blatherskite with murderous intent. Unfortunately, his incompetence had been magnified because his tonsils fell out of his rear. Ouch. Sausilio was just masturbating on a tread mill when all hell broke loose because he left his thumb up his mother's tired and dry fist. He jerked his large and ample fingers wrapped in pink ribbon towards himself, then, with mighty vigor (his best friend), jumped off the tread mill and landed on his Great great grandmother's slimy down under three day old pair of Depends. For breakfast, she ate a sausage that had been running while masturbating. A wild Janszoon, the Dutch navigator, didn't mean to make you cry. 'Enough with cannibalism! Back to Sausilio!' yelled the old fcking cool dude named Chula Vista who loved sausage and meatballs with melted provolone and Led Zeppelin's Zoso -- Led Zeppelin sucks -- but I digress -- Led Zepplin sucks. So anyway, the band Led Zeppelin had this fish that Robert Plant had coitus with to lose his anal virginity... painfully. So, anyway, today Sausilio had accidentally cooked the greatest anal bead pie with green salsa, fava beans, and Nestle's chocolate milk. It tasted swell, according to Goofle. Suddenly there was a wild Janszoon, whose big butt was liberally leaking soiled cherry Gatorade that smelled like back sweat and Norwegian black metallers. Janszoon grabbed his enormous and engorged pickled Somali chicken and sniffed it. "For food," responded a wild Chula, grimacing at Janzsoon, while holding his daughter's hand. Wriggling and suffocating, the fish prayed to Kanye West and Jaden Smith in his life. "Oh, why must there be spammers?" Sausilio was arrested for carrying a bag of Chula Vista's Acapulco Gold. His sentence was watching Interstellar, twice with a blindfold that was clearly not see through but had windows painted pitch black. But see, through the years, Sausilio scratched the paint of his chair and his blindfold worked too well, but came off after the sentence had just started to be fatally flawed. Then a flashy businessman, removing the blindfold said, "you're free." He flicked his Vienna sausage and a shadowy figure blew his load into the orifice where Chula's tonsils rested, filling them. "It's Canoli Cream!" Seven times. Really? No, just once. The more you whine about it the more I'm going to insert you into the story. Especially when it hurts the continuity of the story. Frownland flew in from his mother's sordid den of Asian kiddie porn and proceeded to violently grab Violet's __________________ “The fact that we live at the bottom of a deep gravity well, on the surface of a gas covered planet going around a nuclear fireball 90 million miles away and think this to be normal is obviously some indication of how skewed our perspective tends to be.”