Post by Meli on Mar 13, 2012 21:57:18 GMT
There were dancers in a nightclub rocking out to the classic ladies while sipping on gin and juice.
When suddenly they spotted a leopard and a scorched disfigured marshmallow man which actually looked like The Master of dancing turtles. He wore green and pink spotted fur coat with another glove underneath with a hidden shoe right about the size of another big foot, which was funny due to the club's dress code.
The sign above the bar said “Drink Your Benzedrine”. All the patrons took off their wigs respectfully in memory of the secret lives that in Finn’s backpack contained the boot of Peppermint Butler that had the jam of Mrs McQueen who thought the world worked like a clock.
But then a hurricane covered the area around them. They were scared of the clouds when all of the King’s men went dashing to jump off that old, rickety bridge. They fell into a fruity trance.
Percy, being the unreasonably purple homosexual danced away singing to the famous Knights of Zexen. The next morning another group of jumping bean clowns that wanted to run and jump with flaming geese all in their left back pockets. But then suddenly a manic snowman and his untrusted banana yellow dildo ran for cover under the lady's giant purple umbrella with pink penguins and dancing pandas all named Henry. They frolicked over a tulip field to the mansion of Prince Cheese Cake the third. The sun was rocking out to punk band Beatsteaks, Barbarellas and one too many cymbals. Later, they felt like eating papaya but stopped when the Prince screamed for his love Lady Rosie Bottom who was falling from a tree made of boots. Her hair was not quite as bright as a Sir Whippleforth's ring which glistened like a ring that told a story. A story of truth, justice and misspelled love letters written by gay, epileptic ghosts that enjoyed yoga and long walks across the beach.
A wood nymph who loved to dance topless on macaroni and cheese served on giant saucer made of unicorn horns and wings.
Just as Tom thumbs butler started to bounce to the rhythm of his heart honor of sandwiches made with emu eyes and kidneys.
Golden geese flew over silver towers under the sea with the pigeons in big panties, that were old and dusty.
Leaves blow wildly across the sandy desert searching for giant banana skins for their grandest scheme that was crashing into a wall.
The King of Assorted Deli Meats and Space Cheeses declared every Thursday and every other Saturday evening to rule them all!!!
But on Friday morning, just before Trogdor burned the clothes horse while the centaurs slept
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When suddenly they spotted a leopard and a scorched disfigured marshmallow man which actually looked like The Master of dancing turtles. He wore green and pink spotted fur coat with another glove underneath with a hidden shoe right about the size of another big foot, which was funny due to the club's dress code.
The sign above the bar said “Drink Your Benzedrine”. All the patrons took off their wigs respectfully in memory of the secret lives that in Finn’s backpack contained the boot of Peppermint Butler that had the jam of Mrs McQueen who thought the world worked like a clock.
But then a hurricane covered the area around them. They were scared of the clouds when all of the King’s men went dashing to jump off that old, rickety bridge. They fell into a fruity trance.
Percy, being the unreasonably purple homosexual danced away singing to the famous Knights of Zexen. The next morning another group of jumping bean clowns that wanted to run and jump with flaming geese all in their left back pockets. But then suddenly a manic snowman and his untrusted banana yellow dildo ran for cover under the lady's giant purple umbrella with pink penguins and dancing pandas all named Henry. They frolicked over a tulip field to the mansion of Prince Cheese Cake the third. The sun was rocking out to punk band Beatsteaks, Barbarellas and one too many cymbals. Later, they felt like eating papaya but stopped when the Prince screamed for his love Lady Rosie Bottom who was falling from a tree made of boots. Her hair was not quite as bright as a Sir Whippleforth's ring which glistened like a ring that told a story. A story of truth, justice and misspelled love letters written by gay, epileptic ghosts that enjoyed yoga and long walks across the beach.
A wood nymph who loved to dance topless on macaroni and cheese served on giant saucer made of unicorn horns and wings.
Just as Tom thumbs butler started to bounce to the rhythm of his heart honor of sandwiches made with emu eyes and kidneys.
Golden geese flew over silver towers under the sea with the pigeons in big panties, that were old and dusty.
Leaves blow wildly across the sandy desert searching for giant banana skins for their grandest scheme that was crashing into a wall.
The King of Assorted Deli Meats and Space Cheeses declared every Thursday and every other Saturday evening to rule them all!!!
But on Friday morning, just before Trogdor burned the clothes horse while the centaurs slept
...
images began disappearing
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