Memento Mori
15th-May-2009, 11:20 AM
15.05.2009
Part One:
Once upon a (time), lin was gay and he was sucking a lot of horse penises made entirely of horse. One fine evening, the horse sneaked to the man's mouth for busting a nut, yet was distracted by the pretty woman leaning over him; she was rubbing his beautiful Swedish leopard on the horse dick. So he decided to grate a defenseless homeless gentleman.
"Sucks for crack," I said once. The cops came, he busted in, and a moose at his donair for breakfast. As I was preparing the next morning's meal, I was chewing on a giant piece of poisoned rubber duck, while my grandma ate lemon spaghetti, and was looking up Antonia's skirt. Antonia surprisingly went to Memento Mori for rampant sex and she also found she couldn't resist his nice long, hard, erect cock, so she ran to get something to make herself wider. Unfortunately, she simply couldn't find the flapjack and got scissors to cut TombStone's. With these tools, Antonia thought to dismember TombStone's manhood, so she had jolly good fun. TombStone started crying at this tragic twinbrother; revenge was to kill the entire Mexican population, including Pablo special, which is dessert for TombStone since he has no poultry or seafood. He just died because of the growing shin disease and has been buried three times 'cos people weren't capable to restrain him, so they tied him up to a tree, and summoned Gyppopotamus; unfortunately, he died a horrible death.
Later, he was found with his large amount of marijuana, which he lent to Jesus when they went skydiving with anvils tied to their oversized, swollen blue toes, from the hairest green aeroplane anyone had ever thrown up in. The plane crashed.
Shortly thereafter, famine caused epidemics and the end of the big toes. Also, explosive koalas were dismantled by the kangaroos who ate the pie in large amounts. So then he had to take a big dump, running to the Fairy Godmother's porcupine for felatio-related purposes.
One evil afternoon, Dr. Evil went with some monkeys to Disneyworld for some fucking with the entire Catholic church, including the Samaritan rat monkey and several Jews. Scrooge kills us in a fairy tale adventure that leads to Mecca, 'cos that's a place that is best place to visit when you're drunk and chased by angry bearded people who just wanted. Then he died in horrible pain. He is DEAD, lying in a puddle of his own cum; his nonsensical rantings are so lovely to look at and laugh, while his telescopic nose piercing falls into a vaginal death pit. But before they did him, he confessed that he likes to eat potato ice cream on Sunday mornings. Hearing that, they shot some jellyfish and ate it slowly for breakfast. For lunch they sucked some gorilla armpits, and continued to choke on a previously swallowed gorilla fluid they ingested that smelt like sewage and tasted like sewage and sounded like bowel movements.
For Xmas, Antonia got a nice session involving: leather, handcuffs, chains, and some grenades, which blew her out and next she swallowed her tongue. Her death pleased many, many people including the Dalai Lama. Swear by Toilet Duck that she never ingested while drunk and that she's never going to cheat on MM with a banana, 'cos that's just crazy, loopy, and un-British, and Antonia is no fruit fetishist; she likes to put meat in deep in her moist and tight, smelly and sweaty baby with a(n) RPG launcher, purchased last December when the stock market opened and she had her chance to finally get a big, fulfilling thing she wanted for pleasure in her underpants; however, Memento Mori thought "ho ho hum, tidelie tidelie dum, bum bum yum[./I]" For Antonia tonight, he will get her something he really wants to try and that is really hard and full of batteries; this application performs many useful functions, such as satisfying non-mentionable regions of her body.
I don't understand, 'cause I am too drunk to read words correctly.
Can't stop moshing because metal is almost too tasty for my 'buds, yet I still like eating lots of salads from Salad Fingers. I smash opponents carelessly because I am a bad ass, carefree schoolgirl that sucks dick, because I love it so much, because that's what I've done since canned bread. He, pile of cheese on top of the great wardrobe made entirely of Margaret Thatcher's underwear so that cheese was, in fact, rusted. When I ate this cheese, I went into cardiac arrest and a delirious trance came over me. Now dazed by the pretty Palamulu, the dream began to piss my rabbit off, so he snuffed some coke in his back pocket, while jerkin' his chicken with barbecue sauce. On the contrary, a western businessman always has a very large package, but he also smelled like textbooks, and his underwear had many turtles, and his willy don't ask.
Chickens like Cacteur's bum because large parasites are crawling inside marsupial internal organs; plus he often ate chocolate remotes with soft, gooey blocks of cheese behind the cardboard, and then he left his house through the chimney and drank my cock gravy. Thursdays, the worst possible spinach stew imaginable, making Friday the worst day ever for Brazilian hippos to sunbath naked.
"[I]What the fuck?!?" shouted the man to the gays as they started riding saddle-less unicycles down the long piano. Gay people like to suck dick flavoured lollies.
"Ewww!! Sooo!! GROSS!!" cried the mayor in sheer ecstasy while going to his special hideaway in the Caribbean, where he found a really good bag of weed but no lighter. So he jumped on the sheep's back and rode his baby mama to her climax on Mars. Yesterday, a gang of Albumwash members were seen scurrying across Spearmint Rhino, dressed as a retarded baby sucking their thumbs! You may wonder why this happned, but don't, because Tombstone and Rudolf have seen the future, and it contains large amounts of ketamine, quinine, and milk duds.
Suddenly, five thousand cucumbers marched haughtilly towards 10 Downing Street bringing plague and a dildo suit for the masses to enjoy. However, Gordon Brown stepped lightly across the gathering horde, whilst trimming his flower(y?) with his teeth. These had been lightly salted and caked in faeces (feces). Colgate was omitted to make way for the statutory limitation of his 100ml container.
Sailsbury steak and peas tasted like Katie after she'd had inserted many sharp darts into her deep, dark, cavernous arm pits, which stank and bubbled like a pool of raw sewage. Katie was also Superwoman in disguise and in possession of copious amounts of Kryptonite and dismanted bicycles. Using her large, unwieldy life-size inflatable giraffe that she borrowed from a driving monkey living in
the deepest Peru. Katie bashed her knee on a soaring eagle's testicle with vigor and then suddenly, custard shot forth from the absolutely massive cardigan belonging to Nelson Mandela's cousin, who once raped a thought in the deepest memories of the priest's sad, sordid past.
Henry says that resistance is futile for goats unless paying off the peg-legged stripper bill which is outstanding from 1923 is old and outdated as far as to say it doesn't mean anything. Gordon Ramsey suddenly began sexing Mr. Dubois behind the man standing next to a toadstool that was found up my butt--a dark and lemon scented place inhabited by many creatures called "Banzookies", which look like small, nordic children wearing fish hats swimming with mermaids whilst tossing salads in greddie's room...sorry, rasaqboy's room, shared by greddie, with Memento Mori on weekdays.
Someone smelled like octopus and sausage pie, whoever it is looks like greddie. Purple spitting cobras like greddie because Memento smells bad, 'nuff said! "Tea and biscuits, madame?" inquired the Bishop of sodomy aggressively whilst pulling on a red woolen out greddie's ass that squeaked harmlessly at Jeremy Beadle's whenever he ordered them to eat a Wendy's.
Smoking Joe came instantly through the window like a hose! Ducking for cover in his umbrella, he found a small lonely child baking chocolate cookies without permission from Old Man Winter, while Mother Teresa ran down hills made of dead turtles with a wheelbarrow full of retarded animal babies.
"Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice!" cried the bitch from Echo Land, a theme park in a forest near Akron, Ohio. One day, your mother came over and showed me something truly wonderful, HER TITTIES!!! What giant nubs she did not possess, she had rented a panda and some garnish for sausages (that) was purple and filled with some kind of combine harvester blades which were stolen from Sgt. Bash and his family of cowardly tables are very tired.
While chewing a purple LCD television (and) a slippery suitcase, bound-in-plastic Man, the superhero, ate my tomato with roasted armpit-hair seasoned with starfish flavoured condoms made in China. Who Framed Roger Rabbit while he was wanking with Chris in the bathtub and they had...
Part One:
Once upon a (time), lin was gay and he was sucking a lot of horse penises made entirely of horse. One fine evening, the horse sneaked to the man's mouth for busting a nut, yet was distracted by the pretty woman leaning over him; she was rubbing his beautiful Swedish leopard on the horse dick. So he decided to grate a defenseless homeless gentleman.
"Sucks for crack," I said once. The cops came, he busted in, and a moose at his donair for breakfast. As I was preparing the next morning's meal, I was chewing on a giant piece of poisoned rubber duck, while my grandma ate lemon spaghetti, and was looking up Antonia's skirt. Antonia surprisingly went to Memento Mori for rampant sex and she also found she couldn't resist his nice long, hard, erect cock, so she ran to get something to make herself wider. Unfortunately, she simply couldn't find the flapjack and got scissors to cut TombStone's. With these tools, Antonia thought to dismember TombStone's manhood, so she had jolly good fun. TombStone started crying at this tragic twinbrother; revenge was to kill the entire Mexican population, including Pablo special, which is dessert for TombStone since he has no poultry or seafood. He just died because of the growing shin disease and has been buried three times 'cos people weren't capable to restrain him, so they tied him up to a tree, and summoned Gyppopotamus; unfortunately, he died a horrible death.
Later, he was found with his large amount of marijuana, which he lent to Jesus when they went skydiving with anvils tied to their oversized, swollen blue toes, from the hairest green aeroplane anyone had ever thrown up in. The plane crashed.
Shortly thereafter, famine caused epidemics and the end of the big toes. Also, explosive koalas were dismantled by the kangaroos who ate the pie in large amounts. So then he had to take a big dump, running to the Fairy Godmother's porcupine for felatio-related purposes.
One evil afternoon, Dr. Evil went with some monkeys to Disneyworld for some fucking with the entire Catholic church, including the Samaritan rat monkey and several Jews. Scrooge kills us in a fairy tale adventure that leads to Mecca, 'cos that's a place that is best place to visit when you're drunk and chased by angry bearded people who just wanted. Then he died in horrible pain. He is DEAD, lying in a puddle of his own cum; his nonsensical rantings are so lovely to look at and laugh, while his telescopic nose piercing falls into a vaginal death pit. But before they did him, he confessed that he likes to eat potato ice cream on Sunday mornings. Hearing that, they shot some jellyfish and ate it slowly for breakfast. For lunch they sucked some gorilla armpits, and continued to choke on a previously swallowed gorilla fluid they ingested that smelt like sewage and tasted like sewage and sounded like bowel movements.
For Xmas, Antonia got a nice session involving: leather, handcuffs, chains, and some grenades, which blew her out and next she swallowed her tongue. Her death pleased many, many people including the Dalai Lama. Swear by Toilet Duck that she never ingested while drunk and that she's never going to cheat on MM with a banana, 'cos that's just crazy, loopy, and un-British, and Antonia is no fruit fetishist; she likes to put meat in deep in her moist and tight, smelly and sweaty baby with a(n) RPG launcher, purchased last December when the stock market opened and she had her chance to finally get a big, fulfilling thing she wanted for pleasure in her underpants; however, Memento Mori thought "ho ho hum, tidelie tidelie dum, bum bum yum[./I]" For Antonia tonight, he will get her something he really wants to try and that is really hard and full of batteries; this application performs many useful functions, such as satisfying non-mentionable regions of her body.
I don't understand, 'cause I am too drunk to read words correctly.
Can't stop moshing because metal is almost too tasty for my 'buds, yet I still like eating lots of salads from Salad Fingers. I smash opponents carelessly because I am a bad ass, carefree schoolgirl that sucks dick, because I love it so much, because that's what I've done since canned bread. He, pile of cheese on top of the great wardrobe made entirely of Margaret Thatcher's underwear so that cheese was, in fact, rusted. When I ate this cheese, I went into cardiac arrest and a delirious trance came over me. Now dazed by the pretty Palamulu, the dream began to piss my rabbit off, so he snuffed some coke in his back pocket, while jerkin' his chicken with barbecue sauce. On the contrary, a western businessman always has a very large package, but he also smelled like textbooks, and his underwear had many turtles, and his willy don't ask.
Chickens like Cacteur's bum because large parasites are crawling inside marsupial internal organs; plus he often ate chocolate remotes with soft, gooey blocks of cheese behind the cardboard, and then he left his house through the chimney and drank my cock gravy. Thursdays, the worst possible spinach stew imaginable, making Friday the worst day ever for Brazilian hippos to sunbath naked.
"[I]What the fuck?!?" shouted the man to the gays as they started riding saddle-less unicycles down the long piano. Gay people like to suck dick flavoured lollies.
"Ewww!! Sooo!! GROSS!!" cried the mayor in sheer ecstasy while going to his special hideaway in the Caribbean, where he found a really good bag of weed but no lighter. So he jumped on the sheep's back and rode his baby mama to her climax on Mars. Yesterday, a gang of Albumwash members were seen scurrying across Spearmint Rhino, dressed as a retarded baby sucking their thumbs! You may wonder why this happned, but don't, because Tombstone and Rudolf have seen the future, and it contains large amounts of ketamine, quinine, and milk duds.
Suddenly, five thousand cucumbers marched haughtilly towards 10 Downing Street bringing plague and a dildo suit for the masses to enjoy. However, Gordon Brown stepped lightly across the gathering horde, whilst trimming his flower(y?) with his teeth. These had been lightly salted and caked in faeces (feces). Colgate was omitted to make way for the statutory limitation of his 100ml container.
Sailsbury steak and peas tasted like Katie after she'd had inserted many sharp darts into her deep, dark, cavernous arm pits, which stank and bubbled like a pool of raw sewage. Katie was also Superwoman in disguise and in possession of copious amounts of Kryptonite and dismanted bicycles. Using her large, unwieldy life-size inflatable giraffe that she borrowed from a driving monkey living in
the deepest Peru. Katie bashed her knee on a soaring eagle's testicle with vigor and then suddenly, custard shot forth from the absolutely massive cardigan belonging to Nelson Mandela's cousin, who once raped a thought in the deepest memories of the priest's sad, sordid past.
Henry says that resistance is futile for goats unless paying off the peg-legged stripper bill which is outstanding from 1923 is old and outdated as far as to say it doesn't mean anything. Gordon Ramsey suddenly began sexing Mr. Dubois behind the man standing next to a toadstool that was found up my butt--a dark and lemon scented place inhabited by many creatures called "Banzookies", which look like small, nordic children wearing fish hats swimming with mermaids whilst tossing salads in greddie's room...sorry, rasaqboy's room, shared by greddie, with Memento Mori on weekdays.
Someone smelled like octopus and sausage pie, whoever it is looks like greddie. Purple spitting cobras like greddie because Memento smells bad, 'nuff said! "Tea and biscuits, madame?" inquired the Bishop of sodomy aggressively whilst pulling on a red woolen out greddie's ass that squeaked harmlessly at Jeremy Beadle's whenever he ordered them to eat a Wendy's.
Smoking Joe came instantly through the window like a hose! Ducking for cover in his umbrella, he found a small lonely child baking chocolate cookies without permission from Old Man Winter, while Mother Teresa ran down hills made of dead turtles with a wheelbarrow full of retarded animal babies.
"Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice!" cried the bitch from Echo Land, a theme park in a forest near Akron, Ohio. One day, your mother came over and showed me something truly wonderful, HER TITTIES!!! What giant nubs she did not possess, she had rented a panda and some garnish for sausages (that) was purple and filled with some kind of combine harvester blades which were stolen from Sgt. Bash and his family of cowardly tables are very tired.
While chewing a purple LCD television (and) a slippery suitcase, bound-in-plastic Man, the superhero, ate my tomato with roasted armpit-hair seasoned with starfish flavoured condoms made in China. Who Framed Roger Rabbit while he was wanking with Chris in the bathtub and they had...