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Maowi

Cabinet
Deputy Councilor
Long ago, in the wild west, a cowgirl rides through a scorching desert. She was hoping to find water, as it seemed necessary. Unfortunately, ducks don't eat where grass stinks. Twice cursed ducks bargain for soul-bread but they usually don't succeed. As God watched from above, he contemplated why ducks are so weird. The cowgirl realized Earth is not God’s duckpond.

Fortunately, at dusk she realized her survival guaranteed that nudity would not advisable. However, liberty is what the gynecologist and honourable samurai always tell Satan to have dinner with his strangest looking birb slave named Shlongkies III about. She therefore has alternating visions regarding the unfortunate history of cowgirl abusers and the downfall of civilization. Despite many complaints, she managed several financial crises from the days of ancient Mars and the samurai wars, resulting in a treaty between Satan, Shlongkies, and liberty. Shlongkikian proceeded killing the intergalactic pharmacist mafia boss of illegal boomers. In the funeral of the murderous intergalactic Satans, Cowgirl heterosexuals limboed in spandex jorts while chickens cheerfully squawked hymns. Grim-faced bankers despondently traded their shares to long snakes eating elephants in hats. The pepperoni pizza mafia headquarters filed pristine marble reports with fluorescent ink.

As soon as Satan murdered spaghetti, a short and squiggly snake-eating elephant searched for abnormal quantum cheese people, but behold! The giant ducks waddled all around the arid desert plain, and emitted disturbing, malodorous aura radiation from their glowing eyes. Satan looked lustily at himself, ruminating about life, ducks, and cowgirls whom he dated until they die. Shortly, sweetly scented sofas were desecrated by the starving and rather weird pharmacists. Vegetables were peeled with blunt axes wielded by the elephant in jorts to turn snakes into very yummy kebabs. A hunter saunters through the luscious desert occupied by the geese but she danced through the squawking birds nimbly. Not realising that the heterosexuals had long hair cascading down their spicy curries and that God had forgave them, as they plotted how on fire buses could be utilized. But then, she blinked. Was this really happening? Surely this couldn't be her reality! All of a sudden, she gaped - everything started to seem like a big dream. Suddenly, the ground split wide open, revealing a large subterranean brothel staffed by Shlongkies III which had multiple chimneys spewing sordid paintings by the devil wearing a bikini with flowery tassels. This brothel has been known to serve Whiteclaw spaghetti garnished with red cabbage jus.

Boom! Bang! Gunshots ripped through the air, bouncing off the rippling grass. The spectators screamed in joy as the cowgirl leapt from her turtle. Suddenly, with ostentatious flair, she somersaulted off the body of another cowgirl and jumped to a safe distance. Suddenly, her Shlongkies belched explosively and cannonballed into Satan's mouth, which instantly closed down, trapping them. Darkness, my old and forbidding friend, what have you got left from the barbeque. "Nothing" , replied Satan for the umpteenth. Suddenly, the sizzling sausages sauntered sneakily into the saucy wings, scouring the serene fries of Maxtopia until Sarah Cornbread sent for Saundra Sourdough so she could turn the oven on, hoping in
 

Gabingston

Citizen
Long ago, in the wild west, a cowgirl rides through a scorching desert. She was hoping to find water, as it seemed necessary. Unfortunately, ducks don't eat where grass stinks. Twice cursed ducks bargain for soul-bread but they usually don't succeed. As God watched from above, he contemplated why ducks are so weird. The cowgirl realized Earth is not God’s duckpond.

Fortunately, at dusk she realized her survival guaranteed that nudity would not advisable. However, liberty is what the gynecologist and honourable samurai always tell Satan to have dinner with his strangest looking birb slave named Shlongkies III about. She therefore has alternating visions regarding the unfortunate history of cowgirl abusers and the downfall of civilization. Despite many complaints, she managed several financial crises from the days of ancient Mars and the samurai wars, resulting in a treaty between Satan, Shlongkies, and liberty. Shlongkikian proceeded killing the intergalactic pharmacist mafia boss of illegal boomers. In the funeral of the murderous intergalactic Satans, Cowgirl heterosexuals limboed in spandex jorts while chickens cheerfully squawked hymns. Grim-faced bankers despondently traded their shares to long snakes eating elephants in hats. The pepperoni pizza mafia headquarters filed pristine marble reports with fluorescent ink.

As soon as Satan murdered spaghetti, a short and squiggly snake-eating elephant searched for abnormal quantum cheese people, but behold! The giant ducks waddled all around the arid desert plain, and emitted disturbing, malodorous aura radiation from their glowing eyes. Satan looked lustily at himself, ruminating about life, ducks, and cowgirls whom he dated until they die. Shortly, sweetly scented sofas were desecrated by the starving and rather weird pharmacists. Vegetables were peeled with blunt axes wielded by the elephant in jorts to turn snakes into very yummy kebabs. A hunter saunters through the luscious desert occupied by the geese but she danced through the squawking birds nimbly. Not realising that the heterosexuals had long hair cascading down their spicy curries and that God had forgave them, as they plotted how on fire buses could be utilized. But then, she blinked. Was this really happening? Surely this couldn't be her reality! All of a sudden, she gaped - everything started to seem like a big dream. Suddenly, the ground split wide open, revealing a large subterranean brothel staffed by Shlongkies III which had multiple chimneys spewing sordid paintings by the devil wearing a bikini with flowery tassels. This brothel has been known to serve Whiteclaw spaghetti garnished with red cabbage jus.

Boom! Bang! Gunshots ripped through the air, bouncing off the rippling grass. The spectators screamed in joy as the cowgirl leapt from her turtle. Suddenly, with ostentatious flair, she somersaulted off the body of another cowgirl and jumped to a safe distance. Suddenly, her Shlongkies belched explosively and cannonballed into Satan's mouth, which instantly closed down, trapping them. Darkness, my old and forbidding friend, what have you got left from the barbeque. "Nothing" , replied Satan for the umpteenth. Suddenly, the sizzling sausages sauntered sneakily into the saucy wings, scouring the serene fries of Maxtopia until Sarah Cornbread sent for Saundra Sourdough so she could turn the oven on, hoping in the
 

Maowi

Cabinet
Deputy Councilor
Long ago, in the wild west, a cowgirl rides through a scorching desert. She was hoping to find water, as it seemed necessary. Unfortunately, ducks don't eat where grass stinks. Twice cursed ducks bargain for soul-bread but they usually don't succeed. As God watched from above, he contemplated why ducks are so weird. The cowgirl realized Earth is not God’s duckpond.

Fortunately, at dusk she realized her survival guaranteed that nudity would not advisable. However, liberty is what the gynecologist and honourable samurai always tell Satan to have dinner with his strangest looking birb slave named Shlongkies III about. She therefore has alternating visions regarding the unfortunate history of cowgirl abusers and the downfall of civilization. Despite many complaints, she managed several financial crises from the days of ancient Mars and the samurai wars, resulting in a treaty between Satan, Shlongkies, and liberty. Shlongkikian proceeded killing the intergalactic pharmacist mafia boss of illegal boomers. In the funeral of the murderous intergalactic Satans, Cowgirl heterosexuals limboed in spandex jorts while chickens cheerfully squawked hymns. Grim-faced bankers despondently traded their shares to long snakes eating elephants in hats. The pepperoni pizza mafia headquarters filed pristine marble reports with fluorescent ink.

As soon as Satan murdered spaghetti, a short and squiggly snake-eating elephant searched for abnormal quantum cheese people, but behold! The giant ducks waddled all around the arid desert plain, and emitted disturbing, malodorous aura radiation from their glowing eyes. Satan looked lustily at himself, ruminating about life, ducks, and cowgirls whom he dated until they die. Shortly, sweetly scented sofas were desecrated by the starving and rather weird pharmacists. Vegetables were peeled with blunt axes wielded by the elephant in jorts to turn snakes into very yummy kebabs. A hunter saunters through the luscious desert occupied by the geese but she danced through the squawking birds nimbly. Not realising that the heterosexuals had long hair cascading down their spicy curries and that God had forgave them, as they plotted how on fire buses could be utilized. But then, she blinked. Was this really happening? Surely this couldn't be her reality! All of a sudden, she gaped - everything started to seem like a big dream. Suddenly, the ground split wide open, revealing a large subterranean brothel staffed by Shlongkies III which had multiple chimneys spewing sordid paintings by the devil wearing a bikini with flowery tassels. This brothel has been known to serve Whiteclaw spaghetti garnished with red cabbage jus.

Boom! Bang! Gunshots ripped through the air, bouncing off the rippling grass. The spectators screamed in joy as the cowgirl leapt from her turtle. Suddenly, with ostentatious flair, she somersaulted off the body of another cowgirl and jumped to a safe distance. Suddenly, her Shlongkies belched explosively and cannonballed into Satan's mouth, which instantly closed down, trapping them. Darkness, my old and forbidding friend, what have you got left from the barbeque. "Nothing" , replied Satan for the umpteenth. Suddenly, the sizzling sausages sauntered sneakily into the saucy wings, scouring the serene fries of Maxtopia until Sarah Cornbread sent for Saundra Sourdough so she could turn the oven on, hoping in the most
 

Istillian

All's well that ends better
Cabinet
Long ago, in the wild west, a cowgirl rides through a scorching desert. She was hoping to find water, as it seemed necessary. Unfortunately, ducks don't eat where grass stinks. Twice cursed ducks bargain for soul-bread but they usually don't succeed. As God watched from above, he contemplated why ducks are so weird. The cowgirl realized Earth is not God’s duckpond.

Fortunately, at dusk she realized her survival guaranteed that nudity would not advisable. However, liberty is what the gynecologist and honourable samurai always tell Satan to have dinner with his strangest looking birb slave named Shlongkies III about. She therefore has alternating visions regarding the unfortunate history of cowgirl abusers and the downfall of civilization. Despite many complaints, she managed several financial crises from the days of ancient Mars and the samurai wars, resulting in a treaty between Satan, Shlongkies, and liberty. Shlongkikian proceeded killing the intergalactic pharmacist mafia boss of illegal boomers. In the funeral of the murderous intergalactic Satans, Cowgirl heterosexuals limboed in spandex jorts while chickens cheerfully squawked hymns. Grim-faced bankers despondently traded their shares to long snakes eating elephants in hats. The pepperoni pizza mafia headquarters filed pristine marble reports with fluorescent ink.

As soon as Satan murdered spaghetti, a short and squiggly snake-eating elephant searched for abnormal quantum cheese people, but behold! The giant ducks waddled all around the arid desert plain, and emitted disturbing, malodorous aura radiation from their glowing eyes. Satan looked lustily at himself, ruminating about life, ducks, and cowgirls whom he dated until they die. Shortly, sweetly scented sofas were desecrated by the starving and rather weird pharmacists. Vegetables were peeled with blunt axes wielded by the elephant in jorts to turn snakes into very yummy kebabs. A hunter saunters through the luscious desert occupied by the geese but she danced through the squawking birds nimbly. Not realising that the heterosexuals had long hair cascading down their spicy curries and that God had forgave them, as they plotted how on fire buses could be utilized. But then, she blinked. Was this really happening? Surely this couldn't be her reality! All of a sudden, she gaped - everything started to seem like a big dream. Suddenly, the ground split wide open, revealing a large subterranean brothel staffed by Shlongkies III which had multiple chimneys spewing sordid paintings by the devil wearing a bikini with flowery tassels. This brothel has been known to serve Whiteclaw spaghetti garnished with red cabbage jus.

Boom! Bang! Gunshots ripped through the air, bouncing off the rippling grass. The spectators screamed in joy as the cowgirl leapt from her turtle. Suddenly, with ostentatious flair, she somersaulted off the body of another cowgirl and jumped to a safe distance. Suddenly, her Shlongkies belched explosively and cannonballed into Satan's mouth, which instantly closed down, trapping them. Darkness, my old and forbidding friend, what have you got left from the barbeque. "Nothing" , replied Satan for the umpteenth. Suddenly, the sizzling sausages sauntered sneakily into the saucy wings, scouring the serene fries of Maxtopia until Sarah Cornbread sent for Saundra Sourdough so she could turn the oven on, hoping in the most unremarkable
 

Xecrio

Deputy Councilor
Long ago, in the wild west, a cowgirl rides through a scorching desert. She was hoping to find water, as it seemed necessary. Unfortunately, ducks don't eat where grass stinks. Twice cursed ducks bargain for soul-bread but they usually don't succeed. As God watched from above, he contemplated why ducks are so weird. The cowgirl realized Earth is not God’s duckpond.

Fortunately, at dusk she realized her survival guaranteed that nudity would not advisable. However, liberty is what the gynecologist and honourable samurai always tell Satan to have dinner with his strangest looking birb slave named Shlongkies III about. She therefore has alternating visions regarding the unfortunate history of cowgirl abusers and the downfall of civilization. Despite many complaints, she managed several financial crises from the days of ancient Mars and the samurai wars, resulting in a treaty between Satan, Shlongkies, and liberty. Shlongkikian proceeded killing the intergalactic pharmacist mafia boss of illegal boomers. In the funeral of the murderous intergalactic Satans, Cowgirl heterosexuals limboed in spandex jorts while chickens cheerfully squawked hymns. Grim-faced bankers despondently traded their shares to long snakes eating elephants in hats. The pepperoni pizza mafia headquarters filed pristine marble reports with fluorescent ink.

As soon as Satan murdered spaghetti, a short and squiggly snake-eating elephant searched for abnormal quantum cheese people, but behold! The giant ducks waddled all around the arid desert plain, and emitted disturbing, malodorous aura radiation from their glowing eyes. Satan looked lustily at himself, ruminating about life, ducks, and cowgirls whom he dated until they die. Shortly, sweetly scented sofas were desecrated by the starving and rather weird pharmacists. Vegetables were peeled with blunt axes wielded by the elephant in jorts to turn snakes into very yummy kebabs. A hunter saunters through the luscious desert occupied by the geese but she danced through the squawking birds nimbly. Not realising that the heterosexuals had long hair cascading down their spicy curries and that God had forgave them, as they plotted how on fire buses could be utilized. But then, she blinked. Was this really happening? Surely this couldn't be her reality! All of a sudden, she gaped - everything started to seem like a big dream. Suddenly, the ground split wide open, revealing a large subterranean brothel staffed by Shlongkies III which had multiple chimneys spewing sordid paintings by the devil wearing a bikini with flowery tassels. This brothel has been known to serve Whiteclaw spaghetti garnished with red cabbage jus.

Boom! Bang! Gunshots ripped through the air, bouncing off the rippling grass. The spectators screamed in joy as the cowgirl leapt from her turtle. Suddenly, with ostentatious flair, she somersaulted off the body of another cowgirl and jumped to a safe distance. Suddenly, her Shlongkies belched explosively and cannonballed into Satan's mouth, which instantly closed down, trapping them. Darkness, my old and forbidding friend, what have you got left from the barbeque. "Nothing" , replied Satan for the umpteenth. Suddenly, the sizzling sausages sauntered sneakily into the saucy wings, scouring the serene fries of Maxtopia until Sarah Cornbread sent for Saundra Sourdough so she could turn the oven on, hoping in the most unremarkable fashion
 

Maowi

Cabinet
Deputy Councilor
Long ago, in the wild west, a cowgirl rides through a scorching desert. She was hoping to find water, as it seemed necessary. Unfortunately, ducks don't eat where grass stinks. Twice cursed ducks bargain for soul-bread but they usually don't succeed. As God watched from above, he contemplated why ducks are so weird. The cowgirl realized Earth is not God’s duckpond.

Fortunately, at dusk she realized her survival guaranteed that nudity would not advisable. However, liberty is what the gynecologist and honourable samurai always tell Satan to have dinner with his strangest looking birb slave named Shlongkies III about. She therefore has alternating visions regarding the unfortunate history of cowgirl abusers and the downfall of civilization. Despite many complaints, she managed several financial crises from the days of ancient Mars and the samurai wars, resulting in a treaty between Satan, Shlongkies, and liberty. Shlongkikian proceeded killing the intergalactic pharmacist mafia boss of illegal boomers. In the funeral of the murderous intergalactic Satans, Cowgirl heterosexuals limboed in spandex jorts while chickens cheerfully squawked hymns. Grim-faced bankers despondently traded their shares to long snakes eating elephants in hats. The pepperoni pizza mafia headquarters filed pristine marble reports with fluorescent ink.

As soon as Satan murdered spaghetti, a short and squiggly snake-eating elephant searched for abnormal quantum cheese people, but behold! The giant ducks waddled all around the arid desert plain, and emitted disturbing, malodorous aura radiation from their glowing eyes. Satan looked lustily at himself, ruminating about life, ducks, and cowgirls whom he dated until they die. Shortly, sweetly scented sofas were desecrated by the starving and rather weird pharmacists. Vegetables were peeled with blunt axes wielded by the elephant in jorts to turn snakes into very yummy kebabs. A hunter saunters through the luscious desert occupied by the geese but she danced through the squawking birds nimbly. Not realising that the heterosexuals had long hair cascading down their spicy curries and that God had forgave them, as they plotted how on fire buses could be utilized. But then, she blinked. Was this really happening? Surely this couldn't be her reality! All of a sudden, she gaped - everything started to seem like a big dream. Suddenly, the ground split wide open, revealing a large subterranean brothel staffed by Shlongkies III which had multiple chimneys spewing sordid paintings by the devil wearing a bikini with flowery tassels. This brothel has been known to serve Whiteclaw spaghetti garnished with red cabbage jus.

Boom! Bang! Gunshots ripped through the air, bouncing off the rippling grass. The spectators screamed in joy as the cowgirl leapt from her turtle. Suddenly, with ostentatious flair, she somersaulted off the body of another cowgirl and jumped to a safe distance. Suddenly, her Shlongkies belched explosively and cannonballed into Satan's mouth, which instantly closed down, trapping them. Darkness, my old and forbidding friend, what have you got left from the barbeque. "Nothing" , replied Satan for the umpteenth. Suddenly, the sizzling sausages sauntered sneakily into the saucy wings, scouring the serene fries of Maxtopia until Sarah Cornbread sent for Saundra Sourdough so she could turn the oven on, hoping in the most unremarkable fashion that
 

Gabingston

Citizen
Long ago, in the wild west, a cowgirl rides through a scorching desert. She was hoping to find water, as it seemed necessary. Unfortunately, ducks don't eat where grass stinks. Twice cursed ducks bargain for soul-bread but they usually don't succeed. As God watched from above, he contemplated why ducks are so weird. The cowgirl realized Earth is not God’s duckpond.

Fortunately, at dusk she realized her survival guaranteed that nudity would not advisable. However, liberty is what the gynecologist and honourable samurai always tell Satan to have dinner with his strangest looking birb slave named Shlongkies III about. She therefore has alternating visions regarding the unfortunate history of cowgirl abusers and the downfall of civilization. Despite many complaints, she managed several financial crises from the days of ancient Mars and the samurai wars, resulting in a treaty between Satan, Shlongkies, and liberty. Shlongkikian proceeded killing the intergalactic pharmacist mafia boss of illegal boomers. In the funeral of the murderous intergalactic Satans, Cowgirl heterosexuals limboed in spandex jorts while chickens cheerfully squawked hymns. Grim-faced bankers despondently traded their shares to long snakes eating elephants in hats. The pepperoni pizza mafia headquarters filed pristine marble reports with fluorescent ink.

As soon as Satan murdered spaghetti, a short and squiggly snake-eating elephant searched for abnormal quantum cheese people, but behold! The giant ducks waddled all around the arid desert plain, and emitted disturbing, malodorous aura radiation from their glowing eyes. Satan looked lustily at himself, ruminating about life, ducks, and cowgirls whom he dated until they die. Shortly, sweetly scented sofas were desecrated by the starving and rather weird pharmacists. Vegetables were peeled with blunt axes wielded by the elephant in jorts to turn snakes into very yummy kebabs. A hunter saunters through the luscious desert occupied by the geese but she danced through the squawking birds nimbly. Not realising that the heterosexuals had long hair cascading down their spicy curries and that God had forgave them, as they plotted how on fire buses could be utilized. But then, she blinked. Was this really happening? Surely this couldn't be her reality! All of a sudden, she gaped - everything started to seem like a big dream. Suddenly, the ground split wide open, revealing a large subterranean brothel staffed by Shlongkies III which had multiple chimneys spewing sordid paintings by the devil wearing a bikini with flowery tassels. This brothel has been known to serve Whiteclaw spaghetti garnished with red cabbage jus.

Boom! Bang! Gunshots ripped through the air, bouncing off the rippling grass. The spectators screamed in joy as the cowgirl leapt from her turtle. Suddenly, with ostentatious flair, she somersaulted off the body of another cowgirl and jumped to a safe distance. Suddenly, her Shlongkies belched explosively and cannonballed into Satan's mouth, which instantly closed down, trapping them. Darkness, my old and forbidding friend, what have you got left from the barbeque. "Nothing" , replied Satan for the umpteenth. Suddenly, the sizzling sausages sauntered sneakily into the saucy wings, scouring the serene fries of Maxtopia until Sarah Cornbread sent for Saundra Sourdough so she could turn the oven on, hoping in the most unremarkable fashion that the
 

Xecrio

Deputy Councilor
Long ago, in the wild west, a cowgirl rides through a scorching desert. She was hoping to find water, as it seemed necessary. Unfortunately, ducks don't eat where grass stinks. Twice cursed ducks bargain for soul-bread but they usually don't succeed. As God watched from above, he contemplated why ducks are so weird. The cowgirl realized Earth is not God’s duckpond.

Fortunately, at dusk she realized her survival guaranteed that nudity would not advisable. However, liberty is what the gynecologist and honourable samurai always tell Satan to have dinner with his strangest looking birb slave named Shlongkies III about. She therefore has alternating visions regarding the unfortunate history of cowgirl abusers and the downfall of civilization. Despite many complaints, she managed several financial crises from the days of ancient Mars and the samurai wars, resulting in a treaty between Satan, Shlongkies, and liberty. Shlongkikian proceeded killing the intergalactic pharmacist mafia boss of illegal boomers. In the funeral of the murderous intergalactic Satans, Cowgirl heterosexuals limboed in spandex jorts while chickens cheerfully squawked hymns. Grim-faced bankers despondently traded their shares to long snakes eating elephants in hats. The pepperoni pizza mafia headquarters filed pristine marble reports with fluorescent ink.

As soon as Satan murdered spaghetti, a short and squiggly snake-eating elephant searched for abnormal quantum cheese people, but behold! The giant ducks waddled all around the arid desert plain, and emitted disturbing, malodorous aura radiation from their glowing eyes. Satan looked lustily at himself, ruminating about life, ducks, and cowgirls whom he dated until they die. Shortly, sweetly scented sofas were desecrated by the starving and rather weird pharmacists. Vegetables were peeled with blunt axes wielded by the elephant in jorts to turn snakes into very yummy kebabs. A hunter saunters through the luscious desert occupied by the geese but she danced through the squawking birds nimbly. Not realising that the heterosexuals had long hair cascading down their spicy curries and that God had forgave them, as they plotted how on fire buses could be utilized. But then, she blinked. Was this really happening? Surely this couldn't be her reality! All of a sudden, she gaped - everything started to seem like a big dream. Suddenly, the ground split wide open, revealing a large subterranean brothel staffed by Shlongkies III which had multiple chimneys spewing sordid paintings by the devil wearing a bikini with flowery tassels. This brothel has been known to serve Whiteclaw spaghetti garnished with red cabbage jus.

Boom! Bang! Gunshots ripped through the air, bouncing off the rippling grass. The spectators screamed in joy as the cowgirl leapt from her turtle. Suddenly, with ostentatious flair, she somersaulted off the body of another cowgirl and jumped to a safe distance. Suddenly, her Shlongkies belched explosively and cannonballed into Satan's mouth, which instantly closed down, trapping them. Darkness, my old and forbidding friend, what have you got left from the barbeque. "Nothing" , replied Satan for the umpteenth. Suddenly, the sizzling sausages sauntered sneakily into the saucy wings, scouring the serene fries of Maxtopia until Sarah Cornbread sent for Saundra Sourdough so she could turn the oven on, hoping in the most unremarkable fashion that the sausages
 

Maowi

Cabinet
Deputy Councilor
Long ago, in the wild west, a cowgirl rides through a scorching desert. She was hoping to find water, as it seemed necessary. Unfortunately, ducks don't eat where grass stinks. Twice cursed ducks bargain for soul-bread but they usually don't succeed. As God watched from above, he contemplated why ducks are so weird. The cowgirl realized Earth is not God’s duckpond.

Fortunately, at dusk she realized her survival guaranteed that nudity would not advisable. However, liberty is what the gynecologist and honourable samurai always tell Satan to have dinner with his strangest looking birb slave named Shlongkies III about. She therefore has alternating visions regarding the unfortunate history of cowgirl abusers and the downfall of civilization. Despite many complaints, she managed several financial crises from the days of ancient Mars and the samurai wars, resulting in a treaty between Satan, Shlongkies, and liberty. Shlongkikian proceeded killing the intergalactic pharmacist mafia boss of illegal boomers. In the funeral of the murderous intergalactic Satans, Cowgirl heterosexuals limboed in spandex jorts while chickens cheerfully squawked hymns. Grim-faced bankers despondently traded their shares to long snakes eating elephants in hats. The pepperoni pizza mafia headquarters filed pristine marble reports with fluorescent ink.

As soon as Satan murdered spaghetti, a short and squiggly snake-eating elephant searched for abnormal quantum cheese people, but behold! The giant ducks waddled all around the arid desert plain, and emitted disturbing, malodorous aura radiation from their glowing eyes. Satan looked lustily at himself, ruminating about life, ducks, and cowgirls whom he dated until they die. Shortly, sweetly scented sofas were desecrated by the starving and rather weird pharmacists. Vegetables were peeled with blunt axes wielded by the elephant in jorts to turn snakes into very yummy kebabs. A hunter saunters through the luscious desert occupied by the geese but she danced through the squawking birds nimbly. Not realising that the heterosexuals had long hair cascading down their spicy curries and that God had forgave them, as they plotted how on fire buses could be utilized. But then, she blinked. Was this really happening? Surely this couldn't be her reality! All of a sudden, she gaped - everything started to seem like a big dream. Suddenly, the ground split wide open, revealing a large subterranean brothel staffed by Shlongkies III which had multiple chimneys spewing sordid paintings by the devil wearing a bikini with flowery tassels. This brothel has been known to serve Whiteclaw spaghetti garnished with red cabbage jus.

Boom! Bang! Gunshots ripped through the air, bouncing off the rippling grass. The spectators screamed in joy as the cowgirl leapt from her turtle. Suddenly, with ostentatious flair, she somersaulted off the body of another cowgirl and jumped to a safe distance. Suddenly, her Shlongkies belched explosively and cannonballed into Satan's mouth, which instantly closed down, trapping them. Darkness, my old and forbidding friend, what have you got left from the barbeque. "Nothing" , replied Satan for the umpteenth. Suddenly, the sizzling sausages sauntered sneakily into the saucy wings, scouring the serene fries of Maxtopia until Sarah Cornbread sent for Saundra Sourdough so she could turn the oven on, hoping in the most unremarkable fashion that the sausages would
 

Gabingston

Citizen
Long ago, in the wild west, a cowgirl rides through a scorching desert. She was hoping to find water, as it seemed necessary. Unfortunately, ducks don't eat where grass stinks. Twice cursed ducks bargain for soul-bread but they usually don't succeed. As God watched from above, he contemplated why ducks are so weird. The cowgirl realized Earth is not God’s duckpond.

Fortunately, at dusk she realized her survival guaranteed that nudity would not advisable. However, liberty is what the gynecologist and honourable samurai always tell Satan to have dinner with his strangest looking birb slave named Shlongkies III about. She therefore has alternating visions regarding the unfortunate history of cowgirl abusers and the downfall of civilization. Despite many complaints, she managed several financial crises from the days of ancient Mars and the samurai wars, resulting in a treaty between Satan, Shlongkies, and liberty. Shlongkikian proceeded killing the intergalactic pharmacist mafia boss of illegal boomers. In the funeral of the murderous intergalactic Satans, Cowgirl heterosexuals limboed in spandex jorts while chickens cheerfully squawked hymns. Grim-faced bankers despondently traded their shares to long snakes eating elephants in hats. The pepperoni pizza mafia headquarters filed pristine marble reports with fluorescent ink.

As soon as Satan murdered spaghetti, a short and squiggly snake-eating elephant searched for abnormal quantum cheese people, but behold! The giant ducks waddled all around the arid desert plain, and emitted disturbing, malodorous aura radiation from their glowing eyes. Satan looked lustily at himself, ruminating about life, ducks, and cowgirls whom he dated until they die. Shortly, sweetly scented sofas were desecrated by the starving and rather weird pharmacists. Vegetables were peeled with blunt axes wielded by the elephant in jorts to turn snakes into very yummy kebabs. A hunter saunters through the luscious desert occupied by the geese but she danced through the squawking birds nimbly. Not realising that the heterosexuals had long hair cascading down their spicy curries and that God had forgave them, as they plotted how on fire buses could be utilized. But then, she blinked. Was this really happening? Surely this couldn't be her reality! All of a sudden, she gaped - everything started to seem like a big dream. Suddenly, the ground split wide open, revealing a large subterranean brothel staffed by Shlongkies III which had multiple chimneys spewing sordid paintings by the devil wearing a bikini with flowery tassels. This brothel has been known to serve Whiteclaw spaghetti garnished with red cabbage jus.

Boom! Bang! Gunshots ripped through the air, bouncing off the rippling grass. The spectators screamed in joy as the cowgirl leapt from her turtle. Suddenly, with ostentatious flair, she somersaulted off the body of another cowgirl and jumped to a safe distance. Suddenly, her Shlongkies belched explosively and cannonballed into Satan's mouth, which instantly closed down, trapping them. Darkness, my old and forbidding friend, what have you got left from the barbeque. "Nothing" , replied Satan for the umpteenth. Suddenly, the sizzling sausages sauntered sneakily into the saucy wings, scouring the serene fries of Maxtopia until Sarah Cornbread sent for Saundra Sourdough so she could turn the oven on, hoping in the most unremarkable fashion that the sausages would not
 

Maowi

Cabinet
Deputy Councilor
Long ago, in the wild west, a cowgirl rides through a scorching desert. She was hoping to find water, as it seemed necessary. Unfortunately, ducks don't eat where grass stinks. Twice cursed ducks bargain for soul-bread but they usually don't succeed. As God watched from above, he contemplated why ducks are so weird. The cowgirl realized Earth is not God’s duckpond.

Fortunately, at dusk she realized her survival guaranteed that nudity would not advisable. However, liberty is what the gynecologist and honourable samurai always tell Satan to have dinner with his strangest looking birb slave named Shlongkies III about. She therefore has alternating visions regarding the unfortunate history of cowgirl abusers and the downfall of civilization. Despite many complaints, she managed several financial crises from the days of ancient Mars and the samurai wars, resulting in a treaty between Satan, Shlongkies, and liberty. Shlongkikian proceeded killing the intergalactic pharmacist mafia boss of illegal boomers. In the funeral of the murderous intergalactic Satans, Cowgirl heterosexuals limboed in spandex jorts while chickens cheerfully squawked hymns. Grim-faced bankers despondently traded their shares to long snakes eating elephants in hats. The pepperoni pizza mafia headquarters filed pristine marble reports with fluorescent ink.

As soon as Satan murdered spaghetti, a short and squiggly snake-eating elephant searched for abnormal quantum cheese people, but behold! The giant ducks waddled all around the arid desert plain, and emitted disturbing, malodorous aura radiation from their glowing eyes. Satan looked lustily at himself, ruminating about life, ducks, and cowgirls whom he dated until they die. Shortly, sweetly scented sofas were desecrated by the starving and rather weird pharmacists. Vegetables were peeled with blunt axes wielded by the elephant in jorts to turn snakes into very yummy kebabs. A hunter saunters through the luscious desert occupied by the geese but she danced through the squawking birds nimbly. Not realising that the heterosexuals had long hair cascading down their spicy curries and that God had forgave them, as they plotted how on fire buses could be utilized. But then, she blinked. Was this really happening? Surely this couldn't be her reality! All of a sudden, she gaped - everything started to seem like a big dream. Suddenly, the ground split wide open, revealing a large subterranean brothel staffed by Shlongkies III which had multiple chimneys spewing sordid paintings by the devil wearing a bikini with flowery tassels. This brothel has been known to serve Whiteclaw spaghetti garnished with red cabbage jus.

Boom! Bang! Gunshots ripped through the air, bouncing off the rippling grass. The spectators screamed in joy as the cowgirl leapt from her turtle. Suddenly, with ostentatious flair, she somersaulted off the body of another cowgirl and jumped to a safe distance. Suddenly, her Shlongkies belched explosively and cannonballed into Satan's mouth, which instantly closed down, trapping them. Darkness, my old and forbidding friend, what have you got left from the barbeque. "Nothing" , replied Satan for the umpteenth. Suddenly, the sizzling sausages sauntered sneakily into the saucy wings, scouring the serene fries of Maxtopia until Sarah Cornbread sent for Saundra Sourdough so she could turn the oven on, hoping in the most unremarkable fashion that the sausages would not get
 

Gallaecia

Citizen
Long ago, in the wild west, a cowgirl rides through a scorching desert. She was hoping to find water, as it seemed necessary. Unfortunately, ducks don't eat where grass stinks. Twice cursed ducks bargain for soul-bread but they usually don't succeed. As God watched from above, he contemplated why ducks are so weird. The cowgirl realized Earth is not God’s duckpond.

Fortunately, at dusk she realized her survival guaranteed that nudity would not advisable. However, liberty is what the gynecologist and honourable samurai always tell Satan to have dinner with his strangest looking birb slave named Shlongkies III about. She therefore has alternating visions regarding the unfortunate history of cowgirl abusers and the downfall of civilization. Despite many complaints, she managed several financial crises from the days of ancient Mars and the samurai wars, resulting in a treaty between Satan, Shlongkies, and liberty. Shlongkikian proceeded killing the intergalactic pharmacist mafia boss of illegal boomers. In the funeral of the murderous intergalactic Satans, Cowgirl heterosexuals limboed in spandex jorts while chickens cheerfully squawked hymns. Grim-faced bankers despondently traded their shares to long snakes eating elephants in hats. The pepperoni pizza mafia headquarters filed pristine marble reports with fluorescent ink.

As soon as Satan murdered spaghetti, a short and squiggly snake-eating elephant searched for abnormal quantum cheese people, but behold! The giant ducks waddled all around the arid desert plain, and emitted disturbing, malodorous aura radiation from their glowing eyes. Satan looked lustily at himself, ruminating about life, ducks, and cowgirls whom he dated until they die. Shortly, sweetly scented sofas were desecrated by the starving and rather weird pharmacists. Vegetables were peeled with blunt axes wielded by the elephant in jorts to turn snakes into very yummy kebabs. A hunter saunters through the luscious desert occupied by the geese but she danced through the squawking birds nimbly. Not realising that the heterosexuals had long hair cascading down their spicy curries and that God had forgave them, as they plotted how on fire buses could be utilized. But then, she blinked. Was this really happening? Surely this couldn't be her reality! All of a sudden, she gaped - everything started to seem like a big dream. Suddenly, the ground split wide open, revealing a large subterranean brothel staffed by Shlongkies III which had multiple chimneys spewing sordid paintings by the devil wearing a bikini with flowery tassels. This brothel has been known to serve Whiteclaw spaghetti garnished with red cabbage jus.

Boom! Bang! Gunshots ripped through the air, bouncing off the rippling grass. The spectators screamed in joy as the cowgirl leapt from her turtle. Suddenly, with ostentatious flair, she somersaulted off the body of another cowgirl and jumped to a safe distance. Suddenly, her Shlongkies belched explosively and cannonballed into Satan's mouth, which instantly closed down, trapping them. Darkness, my old and forbidding friend, what have you got left from the barbeque. "Nothing" , replied Satan for the umpteenth. Suddenly, the sizzling sausages sauntered sneakily into the saucy wings, scouring the serene fries of Maxtopia until Sarah Cornbread sent for Saundra Sourdough so she could turn the oven on, hoping in the most unremarkable fashion that the sausages would not get goosed
 

Xecrio

Deputy Councilor
Long ago, in the wild west, a cowgirl rides through a scorching desert. She was hoping to find water, as it seemed necessary. Unfortunately, ducks don't eat where grass stinks. Twice cursed ducks bargain for soul-bread but they usually don't succeed. As God watched from above, he contemplated why ducks are so weird. The cowgirl realized Earth is not God’s duckpond.

Fortunately, at dusk she realized her survival guaranteed that nudity would not advisable. However, liberty is what the gynecologist and honourable samurai always tell Satan to have dinner with his strangest looking birb slave named Shlongkies III about. She therefore has alternating visions regarding the unfortunate history of cowgirl abusers and the downfall of civilization. Despite many complaints, she managed several financial crises from the days of ancient Mars and the samurai wars, resulting in a treaty between Satan, Shlongkies, and liberty. Shlongkikian proceeded killing the intergalactic pharmacist mafia boss of illegal boomers. In the funeral of the murderous intergalactic Satans, Cowgirl heterosexuals limboed in spandex jorts while chickens cheerfully squawked hymns. Grim-faced bankers despondently traded their shares to long snakes eating elephants in hats. The pepperoni pizza mafia headquarters filed pristine marble reports with fluorescent ink.

As soon as Satan murdered spaghetti, a short and squiggly snake-eating elephant searched for abnormal quantum cheese people, but behold! The giant ducks waddled all around the arid desert plain, and emitted disturbing, malodorous aura radiation from their glowing eyes. Satan looked lustily at himself, ruminating about life, ducks, and cowgirls whom he dated until they die. Shortly, sweetly scented sofas were desecrated by the starving and rather weird pharmacists. Vegetables were peeled with blunt axes wielded by the elephant in jorts to turn snakes into very yummy kebabs. A hunter saunters through the luscious desert occupied by the geese but she danced through the squawking birds nimbly. Not realising that the heterosexuals had long hair cascading down their spicy curries and that God had forgave them, as they plotted how on fire buses could be utilized. But then, she blinked. Was this really happening? Surely this couldn't be her reality! All of a sudden, she gaped - everything started to seem like a big dream. Suddenly, the ground split wide open, revealing a large subterranean brothel staffed by Shlongkies III which had multiple chimneys spewing sordid paintings by the devil wearing a bikini with flowery tassels. This brothel has been known to serve Whiteclaw spaghetti garnished with red cabbage jus.

Boom! Bang! Gunshots ripped through the air, bouncing off the rippling grass. The spectators screamed in joy as the cowgirl leapt from her turtle. Suddenly, with ostentatious flair, she somersaulted off the body of another cowgirl and jumped to a safe distance. Suddenly, her Shlongkies belched explosively and cannonballed into Satan's mouth, which instantly closed down, trapping them. Darkness, my old and forbidding friend, what have you got left from the barbeque. "Nothing" , replied Satan for the umpteenth. Suddenly, the sizzling sausages sauntered sneakily into the saucy wings, scouring the serene fries of Maxtopia until Sarah Cornbread sent for Saundra Sourdough so she could turn the oven on, hoping in the most unremarkable fashion that the sausages would not get goosed dramatically
 

Maowi

Cabinet
Deputy Councilor
Long ago, in the wild west, a cowgirl rides through a scorching desert. She was hoping to find water, as it seemed necessary. Unfortunately, ducks don't eat where grass stinks. Twice cursed ducks bargain for soul-bread but they usually don't succeed. As God watched from above, he contemplated why ducks are so weird. The cowgirl realized Earth is not God’s duckpond.

Fortunately, at dusk she realized her survival guaranteed that nudity would not advisable. However, liberty is what the gynecologist and honourable samurai always tell Satan to have dinner with his strangest looking birb slave named Shlongkies III about. She therefore has alternating visions regarding the unfortunate history of cowgirl abusers and the downfall of civilization. Despite many complaints, she managed several financial crises from the days of ancient Mars and the samurai wars, resulting in a treaty between Satan, Shlongkies, and liberty. Shlongkikian proceeded killing the intergalactic pharmacist mafia boss of illegal boomers. In the funeral of the murderous intergalactic Satans, Cowgirl heterosexuals limboed in spandex jorts while chickens cheerfully squawked hymns. Grim-faced bankers despondently traded their shares to long snakes eating elephants in hats. The pepperoni pizza mafia headquarters filed pristine marble reports with fluorescent ink.

As soon as Satan murdered spaghetti, a short and squiggly snake-eating elephant searched for abnormal quantum cheese people, but behold! The giant ducks waddled all around the arid desert plain, and emitted disturbing, malodorous aura radiation from their glowing eyes. Satan looked lustily at himself, ruminating about life, ducks, and cowgirls whom he dated until they die. Shortly, sweetly scented sofas were desecrated by the starving and rather weird pharmacists. Vegetables were peeled with blunt axes wielded by the elephant in jorts to turn snakes into very yummy kebabs. A hunter saunters through the luscious desert occupied by the geese but she danced through the squawking birds nimbly. Not realising that the heterosexuals had long hair cascading down their spicy curries and that God had forgave them, as they plotted how on fire buses could be utilized. But then, she blinked. Was this really happening? Surely this couldn't be her reality! All of a sudden, she gaped - everything started to seem like a big dream. Suddenly, the ground split wide open, revealing a large subterranean brothel staffed by Shlongkies III which had multiple chimneys spewing sordid paintings by the devil wearing a bikini with flowery tassels. This brothel has been known to serve Whiteclaw spaghetti garnished with red cabbage jus.

Boom! Bang! Gunshots ripped through the air, bouncing off the rippling grass. The spectators screamed in joy as the cowgirl leapt from her turtle. Suddenly, with ostentatious flair, she somersaulted off the body of another cowgirl and jumped to a safe distance. Suddenly, her Shlongkies belched explosively and cannonballed into Satan's mouth, which instantly closed down, trapping them. Darkness, my old and forbidding friend, what have you got left from the barbeque. "Nothing" , replied Satan for the umpteenth. Suddenly, the sizzling sausages sauntered sneakily into the saucy wings, scouring the serene fries of Maxtopia until Sarah Cornbread sent for Saundra Sourdough so she could turn the oven on, hoping in the most unremarkable fashion that the sausages would not get goosed dramatically. To
 

Xecrio

Deputy Councilor
Long ago, in the wild west, a cowgirl rides through a scorching desert. She was hoping to find water, as it seemed necessary. Unfortunately, ducks don't eat where grass stinks. Twice cursed ducks bargain for soul-bread but they usually don't succeed. As God watched from above, he contemplated why ducks are so weird. The cowgirl realized Earth is not God’s duckpond.

Fortunately, at dusk she realized her survival guaranteed that nudity would not advisable. However, liberty is what the gynecologist and honourable samurai always tell Satan to have dinner with his strangest looking birb slave named Shlongkies III about. She therefore has alternating visions regarding the unfortunate history of cowgirl abusers and the downfall of civilization. Despite many complaints, she managed several financial crises from the days of ancient Mars and the samurai wars, resulting in a treaty between Satan, Shlongkies, and liberty. Shlongkikian proceeded killing the intergalactic pharmacist mafia boss of illegal boomers. In the funeral of the murderous intergalactic Satans, Cowgirl heterosexuals limboed in spandex jorts while chickens cheerfully squawked hymns. Grim-faced bankers despondently traded their shares to long snakes eating elephants in hats. The pepperoni pizza mafia headquarters filed pristine marble reports with fluorescent ink.

As soon as Satan murdered spaghetti, a short and squiggly snake-eating elephant searched for abnormal quantum cheese people, but behold! The giant ducks waddled all around the arid desert plain, and emitted disturbing, malodorous aura radiation from their glowing eyes. Satan looked lustily at himself, ruminating about life, ducks, and cowgirls whom he dated until they die. Shortly, sweetly scented sofas were desecrated by the starving and rather weird pharmacists. Vegetables were peeled with blunt axes wielded by the elephant in jorts to turn snakes into very yummy kebabs. A hunter saunters through the luscious desert occupied by the geese but she danced through the squawking birds nimbly. Not realising that the heterosexuals had long hair cascading down their spicy curries and that God had forgave them, as they plotted how on fire buses could be utilized. But then, she blinked. Was this really happening? Surely this couldn't be her reality! All of a sudden, she gaped - everything started to seem like a big dream. Suddenly, the ground split wide open, revealing a large subterranean brothel staffed by Shlongkies III which had multiple chimneys spewing sordid paintings by the devil wearing a bikini with flowery tassels. This brothel has been known to serve Whiteclaw spaghetti garnished with red cabbage jus.

Boom! Bang! Gunshots ripped through the air, bouncing off the rippling grass. The spectators screamed in joy as the cowgirl leapt from her turtle. Suddenly, with ostentatious flair, she somersaulted off the body of another cowgirl and jumped to a safe distance. Suddenly, her Shlongkies belched explosively and cannonballed into Satan's mouth, which instantly closed down, trapping them. Darkness, my old and forbidding friend, what have you got left from the barbeque. "Nothing" , replied Satan for the umpteenth. Suddenly, the sizzling sausages sauntered sneakily into the saucy wings, scouring the serene fries of Maxtopia until Sarah Cornbread sent for Saundra Sourdough so she could turn the oven on, hoping in the most unremarkable fashion that the sausages would not get goosed dramatically. To begin,
 

Astrellan

The first good SM™
Second Minister
Cabinet
Senator
Deputy Minister
Deputy Councilor
Long ago, in the wild west, a cowgirl rides through a scorching desert. She was hoping to find water, as it seemed necessary. Unfortunately, ducks don't eat where grass stinks. Twice cursed ducks bargain for soul-bread but they usually don't succeed. As God watched from above, he contemplated why ducks are so weird. The cowgirl realized Earth is not God’s duckpond.

Fortunately, at dusk she realized her survival guaranteed that nudity would not advisable. However, liberty is what the gynecologist and honourable samurai always tell Satan to have dinner with his strangest looking birb slave named Shlongkies III about. She therefore has alternating visions regarding the unfortunate history of cowgirl abusers and the downfall of civilization. Despite many complaints, she managed several financial crises from the days of ancient Mars and the samurai wars, resulting in a treaty between Satan, Shlongkies, and liberty. Shlongkikian proceeded killing the intergalactic pharmacist mafia boss of illegal boomers. In the funeral of the murderous intergalactic Satans, Cowgirl heterosexuals limboed in spandex jorts while chickens cheerfully squawked hymns. Grim-faced bankers despondently traded their shares to long snakes eating elephants in hats. The pepperoni pizza mafia headquarters filed pristine marble reports with fluorescent ink.

As soon as Satan murdered spaghetti, a short and squiggly snake-eating elephant searched for abnormal quantum cheese people, but behold! The giant ducks waddled all around the arid desert plain, and emitted disturbing, malodorous aura radiation from their glowing eyes. Satan looked lustily at himself, ruminating about life, ducks, and cowgirls whom he dated until they die. Shortly, sweetly scented sofas were desecrated by the starving and rather weird pharmacists. Vegetables were peeled with blunt axes wielded by the elephant in jorts to turn snakes into very yummy kebabs. A hunter saunters through the luscious desert occupied by the geese but she danced through the squawking birds nimbly. Not realising that the heterosexuals had long hair cascading down their spicy curries and that God had forgave them, as they plotted how on fire buses could be utilized. But then, she blinked. Was this really happening? Surely this couldn't be her reality! All of a sudden, she gaped - everything started to seem like a big dream. Suddenly, the ground split wide open, revealing a large subterranean brothel staffed by Shlongkies III which had multiple chimneys spewing sordid paintings by the devil wearing a bikini with flowery tassels. This brothel has been known to serve Whiteclaw spaghetti garnished with red cabbage jus.

Boom! Bang! Gunshots ripped through the air, bouncing off the rippling grass. The spectators screamed in joy as the cowgirl leapt from her turtle. Suddenly, with ostentatious flair, she somersaulted off the body of another cowgirl and jumped to a safe distance. Suddenly, her Shlongkies belched explosively and cannonballed into Satan's mouth, which instantly closed down, trapping them. Darkness, my old and forbidding friend, what have you got left from the barbeque. "Nothing" , replied Satan for the umpteenth. Suddenly, the sizzling sausages sauntered sneakily into the saucy wings, scouring the serene fries of Maxtopia until Sarah Cornbread sent for Saundra Sourdough so she could turn the oven on, hoping in the most unremarkable fashion that the sausages would not get goosed dramatically. To begin, she
 

Maowi

Cabinet
Deputy Councilor
Long ago, in the wild west, a cowgirl rides through a scorching desert. She was hoping to find water, as it seemed necessary. Unfortunately, ducks don't eat where grass stinks. Twice cursed ducks bargain for soul-bread but they usually don't succeed. As God watched from above, he contemplated why ducks are so weird. The cowgirl realized Earth is not God’s duckpond.

Fortunately, at dusk she realized her survival guaranteed that nudity would not advisable. However, liberty is what the gynecologist and honourable samurai always tell Satan to have dinner with his strangest looking birb slave named Shlongkies III about. She therefore has alternating visions regarding the unfortunate history of cowgirl abusers and the downfall of civilization. Despite many complaints, she managed several financial crises from the days of ancient Mars and the samurai wars, resulting in a treaty between Satan, Shlongkies, and liberty. Shlongkikian proceeded killing the intergalactic pharmacist mafia boss of illegal boomers. In the funeral of the murderous intergalactic Satans, Cowgirl heterosexuals limboed in spandex jorts while chickens cheerfully squawked hymns. Grim-faced bankers despondently traded their shares to long snakes eating elephants in hats. The pepperoni pizza mafia headquarters filed pristine marble reports with fluorescent ink.

As soon as Satan murdered spaghetti, a short and squiggly snake-eating elephant searched for abnormal quantum cheese people, but behold! The giant ducks waddled all around the arid desert plain, and emitted disturbing, malodorous aura radiation from their glowing eyes. Satan looked lustily at himself, ruminating about life, ducks, and cowgirls whom he dated until they die. Shortly, sweetly scented sofas were desecrated by the starving and rather weird pharmacists. Vegetables were peeled with blunt axes wielded by the elephant in jorts to turn snakes into very yummy kebabs. A hunter saunters through the luscious desert occupied by the geese but she danced through the squawking birds nimbly. Not realising that the heterosexuals had long hair cascading down their spicy curries and that God had forgave them, as they plotted how on fire buses could be utilized. But then, she blinked. Was this really happening? Surely this couldn't be her reality! All of a sudden, she gaped - everything started to seem like a big dream. Suddenly, the ground split wide open, revealing a large subterranean brothel staffed by Shlongkies III which had multiple chimneys spewing sordid paintings by the devil wearing a bikini with flowery tassels. This brothel has been known to serve Whiteclaw spaghetti garnished with red cabbage jus.

Boom! Bang! Gunshots ripped through the air, bouncing off the rippling grass. The spectators screamed in joy as the cowgirl leapt from her turtle. Suddenly, with ostentatious flair, she somersaulted off the body of another cowgirl and jumped to a safe distance. Suddenly, her Shlongkies belched explosively and cannonballed into Satan's mouth, which instantly closed down, trapping them. Darkness, my old and forbidding friend, what have you got left from the barbeque. "Nothing" , replied Satan for the umpteenth. Suddenly, the sizzling sausages sauntered sneakily into the saucy wings, scouring the serene fries of Maxtopia until Sarah Cornbread sent for Saundra Sourdough so she could turn the oven on, hoping in the most unremarkable fashion that the sausages would not get goosed dramatically. To begin, she drew
 

Clialaad1

Citizen
Long ago, in the wild west, a cowgirl rides through a scorching desert. She was hoping to find water, as it seemed necessary. Unfortunately, ducks don't eat where grass stinks. Twice cursed ducks bargain for soul-bread but they usually don't succeed. As God watched from above, he contemplated why ducks are so weird. The cowgirl realized Earth is not God’s duckpond.

Fortunately, at dusk she realized her survival guaranteed that nudity would not advisable. However, liberty is what the gynecologist and honourable samurai always tell Satan to have dinner with his strangest looking birb slave named Shlongkies III about. She therefore has alternating visions regarding the unfortunate history of cowgirl abusers and the downfall of civilization. Despite many complaints, she managed several financial crises from the days of ancient Mars and the samurai wars, resulting in a treaty between Satan, Shlongkies, and liberty. Shlongkikian proceeded killing the intergalactic pharmacist mafia boss of illegal boomers. In the funeral of the murderous intergalactic Satans, Cowgirl heterosexuals limboed in spandex jorts while chickens cheerfully squawked hymns. Grim-faced bankers despondently traded their shares to long snakes eating elephants in hats. The pepperoni pizza mafia headquarters filed pristine marble reports with fluorescent ink.

As soon as Satan murdered spaghetti, a short and squiggly snake-eating elephant searched for abnormal quantum cheese people, but behold! The giant ducks waddled all around the arid desert plain, and emitted disturbing, malodorous aura radiation from their glowing eyes. Satan looked lustily at himself, ruminating about life, ducks, and cowgirls whom he dated until they die. Shortly, sweetly scented sofas were desecrated by the starving and rather weird pharmacists. Vegetables were peeled with blunt axes wielded by the elephant in jorts to turn snakes into very yummy kebabs. A hunter saunters through the luscious desert occupied by the geese but she danced through the squawking birds nimbly. Not realising that the heterosexuals had long hair cascading down their spicy curries and that God had forgave them, as they plotted how on fire buses could be utilized. But then, she blinked. Was this really happening? Surely this couldn't be her reality! All of a sudden, she gaped - everything started to seem like a big dream. Suddenly, the ground split wide open, revealing a large subterranean brothel staffed by Shlongkies III which had multiple chimneys spewing sordid paintings by the devil wearing a bikini with flowery tassels. This brothel has been known to serve Whiteclaw spaghetti garnished with red cabbage jus.

Boom! Bang! Gunshots ripped through the air, bouncing off the rippling grass. The spectators screamed in joy as the cowgirl leapt from her turtle. Suddenly, with ostentatious flair, she somersaulted off the body of another cowgirl and jumped to a safe distance. Suddenly, her Shlongkies belched explosively and cannonballed into Satan's mouth, which instantly closed down, trapping them. Darkness, my old and forbidding friend, what have you got left from the barbeque. "Nothing" , replied Satan for the umpteenth. Suddenly, the sizzling sausages sauntered sneakily into the saucy wings, scouring the serene fries of Maxtopia until Sarah Cornbread sent for Saundra Sourdough so she could turn the oven on, hoping in the most unremarkable fashion that the sausages would not get goosed dramatically. To begin, she drew her
 

Xecrio

Deputy Councilor
Long ago, in the wild west, a cowgirl rides through a scorching desert. She was hoping to find water, as it seemed necessary. Unfortunately, ducks don't eat where grass stinks. Twice cursed ducks bargain for soul-bread but they usually don't succeed. As God watched from above, he contemplated why ducks are so weird. The cowgirl realized Earth is not God’s duckpond.

Fortunately, at dusk she realized her survival guaranteed that nudity would not advisable. However, liberty is what the gynecologist and honourable samurai always tell Satan to have dinner with his strangest looking birb slave named Shlongkies III about. She therefore has alternating visions regarding the unfortunate history of cowgirl abusers and the downfall of civilization. Despite many complaints, she managed several financial crises from the days of ancient Mars and the samurai wars, resulting in a treaty between Satan, Shlongkies, and liberty. Shlongkikian proceeded killing the intergalactic pharmacist mafia boss of illegal boomers. In the funeral of the murderous intergalactic Satans, Cowgirl heterosexuals limboed in spandex jorts while chickens cheerfully squawked hymns. Grim-faced bankers despondently traded their shares to long snakes eating elephants in hats. The pepperoni pizza mafia headquarters filed pristine marble reports with fluorescent ink.

As soon as Satan murdered spaghetti, a short and squiggly snake-eating elephant searched for abnormal quantum cheese people, but behold! The giant ducks waddled all around the arid desert plain, and emitted disturbing, malodorous aura radiation from their glowing eyes. Satan looked lustily at himself, ruminating about life, ducks, and cowgirls whom he dated until they die. Shortly, sweetly scented sofas were desecrated by the starving and rather weird pharmacists. Vegetables were peeled with blunt axes wielded by the elephant in jorts to turn snakes into very yummy kebabs. A hunter saunters through the luscious desert occupied by the geese but she danced through the squawking birds nimbly. Not realising that the heterosexuals had long hair cascading down their spicy curries and that God had forgave them, as they plotted how on fire buses could be utilized. But then, she blinked. Was this really happening? Surely this couldn't be her reality! All of a sudden, she gaped - everything started to seem like a big dream. Suddenly, the ground split wide open, revealing a large subterranean brothel staffed by Shlongkies III which had multiple chimneys spewing sordid paintings by the devil wearing a bikini with flowery tassels. This brothel has been known to serve Whiteclaw spaghetti garnished with red cabbage jus.

Boom! Bang! Gunshots ripped through the air, bouncing off the rippling grass. The spectators screamed in joy as the cowgirl leapt from her turtle. Suddenly, with ostentatious flair, she somersaulted off the body of another cowgirl and jumped to a safe distance. Suddenly, her Shlongkies belched explosively and cannonballed into Satan's mouth, which instantly closed down, trapping them. Darkness, my old and forbidding friend, what have you got left from the barbeque. "Nothing" , replied Satan for the umpteenth. Suddenly, the sizzling sausages sauntered sneakily into the saucy wings, scouring the serene fries of Maxtopia until Sarah Cornbread sent for Saundra Sourdough so she could turn the oven on, hoping in the most unremarkable fashion that the sausages would not get goosed dramatically. To begin, she drew her sword
 

Phantasus

Citizen
Long ago, in the wild west, a cowgirl rides through a scorching desert. She was hoping to find water, as it seemed necessary. Unfortunately, ducks don't eat where grass stinks. Twice cursed ducks bargain for soul-bread but they usually don't succeed. As God watched from above, he contemplated why ducks are so weird. The cowgirl realized Earth is not God’s duckpond.

Fortunately, at dusk she realized her survival guaranteed that nudity would not advisable. However, liberty is what the gynecologist and honourable samurai always tell Satan to have dinner with his strangest looking birb slave named Shlongkies III about. She therefore has alternating visions regarding the unfortunate history of cowgirl abusers and the downfall of civilization. Despite many complaints, she managed several financial crises from the days of ancient Mars and the samurai wars, resulting in a treaty between Satan, Shlongkies, and liberty. Shlongkikian proceeded killing the intergalactic pharmacist mafia boss of illegal boomers. In the funeral of the murderous intergalactic Satans, Cowgirl heterosexuals limboed in spandex jorts while chickens cheerfully squawked hymns. Grim-faced bankers despondently traded their shares to long snakes eating elephants in hats. The pepperoni pizza mafia headquarters filed pristine marble reports with fluorescent ink.

As soon as Satan murdered spaghetti, a short and squiggly snake-eating elephant searched for abnormal quantum cheese people, but behold! The giant ducks waddled all around the arid desert plain, and emitted disturbing, malodorous aura radiation from their glowing eyes. Satan looked lustily at himself, ruminating about life, ducks, and cowgirls whom he dated until they die. Shortly, sweetly scented sofas were desecrated by the starving and rather weird pharmacists. Vegetables were peeled with blunt axes wielded by the elephant in jorts to turn snakes into very yummy kebabs. A hunter saunters through the luscious desert occupied by the geese but she danced through the squawking birds nimbly. Not realising that the heterosexuals had long hair cascading down their spicy curries and that God had forgave them, as they plotted how on fire buses could be utilized. But then, she blinked. Was this really happening? Surely this couldn't be her reality! All of a sudden, she gaped - everything started to seem like a big dream. Suddenly, the ground split wide open, revealing a large subterranean brothel staffed by Shlongkies III which had multiple chimneys spewing sordid paintings by the devil wearing a bikini with flowery tassels. This brothel has been known to serve Whiteclaw spaghetti garnished with red cabbage jus.

Boom! Bang! Gunshots ripped through the air, bouncing off the rippling grass. The spectators screamed in joy as the cowgirl leapt from her turtle. Suddenly, with ostentatious flair, she somersaulted off the body of another cowgirl and jumped to a safe distance. Suddenly, her Shlongkies belched explosively and cannonballed into Satan's mouth, which instantly closed down, trapping them. Darkness, my old and forbidding friend, what have you got left from the barbeque. "Nothing" , replied Satan for the umpteenth. Suddenly, the sizzling sausages sauntered sneakily into the saucy wings, scouring the serene fries of Maxtopia until Sarah Cornbread sent for Saundra Sourdough so she could turn the oven on, hoping in the most unremarkable fashion that the sausages would not get goosed dramatically. To begin, she drew her sword sexily
 
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