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- Chef Shaman of Hauro Pasta
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Several earwigs were inside a slightly fluffy acorn stuck within a dog's meatballs. This was unusual, usually, but not for usual Thursdays. The dog stood upright limply, and braced his forepaws against a piano standing on a donkey cart. Luckily the donkey stood on another piano, unattached to the back of a meatball-sticker. Sombrero-wearing Pedro Almodovar busts fell from below the top of a nearby skyscraper, shattering both the calm and the earthenware. However, the donkey continued to move in a crazy but controlled trajectory towards Friday. "FRIDAY!!!", the earwigs cheered and began to prepare an immediate coffee&muffins benedict platter made from pure mithril aka tinfoil (as in "Lord of the Rings"). After feasting on a diet of insects, the earwigs told tales of Earwig "P" and his/her/its adventures in the land of orangutans.
"It was a dark and stormy knight," Earwig "Arr" sought shelter and said, "My chainmail was chafing most humidly the night-coloured waistcoat. I won't pay attention to that orangutan anymore!" KY Jelly seeped through the acorn coffee maker glurpingly. "If only I could remember my anti-chafing formula. That ape really confused the other side of my personality, the one that puts me in frilly waistcoats.
"Earwig 'P', having finished his breakfast, belched and stood up to cheer Queen 'B' the gorgeous amphibian tarantula. Suddenly Earwig 'V' rushed unto Earwig 'P' brandishing the secret but nonetheless scraped spoon-o'-doom and shouting arcane slogans-o'-war, blowing Earwig 'P's toupee into the fangs of the queen arachnid.
"'Mrrmrrmrmrph', said fiddlesticks playing maniac elves from the vestibule of Sergej Michailovich Subarow. Blowing winds swept the earwigs towards The Pit of Prawn. Earwig 'P' desperately grabbed his MG08/15 "waffle iron" and blasted
"It was a dark and stormy knight," Earwig "Arr" sought shelter and said, "My chainmail was chafing most humidly the night-coloured waistcoat. I won't pay attention to that orangutan anymore!" KY Jelly seeped through the acorn coffee maker glurpingly. "If only I could remember my anti-chafing formula. That ape really confused the other side of my personality, the one that puts me in frilly waistcoats.
"Earwig 'P', having finished his breakfast, belched and stood up to cheer Queen 'B' the gorgeous amphibian tarantula. Suddenly Earwig 'V' rushed unto Earwig 'P' brandishing the secret but nonetheless scraped spoon-o'-doom and shouting arcane slogans-o'-war, blowing Earwig 'P's toupee into the fangs of the queen arachnid.
"'Mrrmrrmrmrph', said fiddlesticks playing maniac elves from the vestibule of Sergej Michailovich Subarow. Blowing winds swept the earwigs towards The Pit of Prawn. Earwig 'P' desperately grabbed his MG08/15 "waffle iron" and blasted
Onward noodly pirates!
Bactrian Moose

Bactrian Moose
Several earwigs were inside a slightly fluffy acorn stuck within a dog's meatballs. This was unusual, usually, but not for usual Thursdays. The dog stood upright limply, and braced his forepaws against a piano standing on a donkey cart. Luckily the donkey stood on another piano, unattached to the back of a meatball-sticker. Sombrero-wearing Pedro Almodovar busts fell from below the top of a nearby skyscraper, shattering both the calm and the earthenware. However, the donkey continued to move in a crazy but controlled trajectory towards Friday. "FRIDAY!!!", the earwigs cheered and began to prepare an immediate coffee&muffins benedict platter made from pure mithril aka tinfoil (as in "Lord of the Rings"). After feasting on a diet of insects, the earwigs told tales of Earwig "P" and his/her/its adventures in the land of orangutans.
"It was a dark and stormy knight," Earwig "Arr" sought shelter and said, "My chainmail was chafing most humidly the night-coloured waistcoat. I won't pay attention to that orangutan anymore!" KY Jelly seeped through the acorn coffee maker glurpingly. "If only I could remember my anti-chafing formula. That ape really confused the other side of my personality, the one that puts me in frilly waistcoats.
"Earwig 'P', having finished his breakfast, belched and stood up to cheer Queen 'B' the gorgeous amphibian tarantula. Suddenly Earwig 'V' rushed unto Earwig 'P' brandishing the secret but nonetheless scraped spoon-o'-doom and shouting arcane slogans-o'-war, blowing Earwig 'P's toupee into the fangs of the queen arachnid.
"'Mrrmrrmrmrph', said fiddlesticks playing maniac elves from the vestibule of Sergej Michailovich Subarow. Blowing winds swept the earwigs towards The Pit of Prawn. Earwig 'P' desperately grabbed his MG08/15 "waffle iron" and blasted through
"It was a dark and stormy knight," Earwig "Arr" sought shelter and said, "My chainmail was chafing most humidly the night-coloured waistcoat. I won't pay attention to that orangutan anymore!" KY Jelly seeped through the acorn coffee maker glurpingly. "If only I could remember my anti-chafing formula. That ape really confused the other side of my personality, the one that puts me in frilly waistcoats.
"Earwig 'P', having finished his breakfast, belched and stood up to cheer Queen 'B' the gorgeous amphibian tarantula. Suddenly Earwig 'V' rushed unto Earwig 'P' brandishing the secret but nonetheless scraped spoon-o'-doom and shouting arcane slogans-o'-war, blowing Earwig 'P's toupee into the fangs of the queen arachnid.
"'Mrrmrrmrmrph', said fiddlesticks playing maniac elves from the vestibule of Sergej Michailovich Subarow. Blowing winds swept the earwigs towards The Pit of Prawn. Earwig 'P' desperately grabbed his MG08/15 "waffle iron" and blasted through
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- Chef Shaman of Hauro Pasta
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Several earwigs were inside a slightly fluffy acorn stuck within a dog's meatballs. This was unusual, usually, but not for usual Thursdays. The dog stood upright limply, and braced his forepaws against a piano standing on a donkey cart. Luckily the donkey stood on another piano, unattached to the back of a meatball-sticker. Sombrero-wearing Pedro Almodovar busts fell from below the top of a nearby skyscraper, shattering both the calm and the earthenware. However, the donkey continued to move in a crazy but controlled trajectory towards Friday. "FRIDAY!!!", the earwigs cheered and began to prepare an immediate coffee&muffins benedict platter made from pure mithril aka tinfoil (as in "Lord of the Rings"). After feasting on a diet of insects, the earwigs told tales of Earwig "P" and his/her/its adventures in the land of orangutans.
"It was a dark and stormy knight," Earwig "Arr" sought shelter and said, "My chainmail was chafing most humidly the night-coloured waistcoat. I won't pay attention to that orangutan anymore!" KY Jelly seeped through the acorn coffee maker glurpingly. "If only I could remember my anti-chafing formula. That ape really confused the other side of my personality, the one that puts me in frilly waistcoats.
"Earwig 'P', having finished his breakfast, belched and stood up to cheer Queen 'B' the gorgeous amphibian tarantula. Suddenly Earwig 'V' rushed unto Earwig 'P' brandishing the secret but nonetheless scraped spoon-o'-doom and shouting arcane slogans-o'-war, blowing Earwig 'P's toupee into the fangs of the queen arachnid.
"'Mrrmrrmrmrph', said fiddlesticks playing maniac elves from the vestibule of Sergej Michailovich Subarow. Blowing winds swept the earwigs towards The Pit of Prawn. Earwig 'P' desperately grabbed his MG08/15 "waffle iron" and blasted through the hellish
"It was a dark and stormy knight," Earwig "Arr" sought shelter and said, "My chainmail was chafing most humidly the night-coloured waistcoat. I won't pay attention to that orangutan anymore!" KY Jelly seeped through the acorn coffee maker glurpingly. "If only I could remember my anti-chafing formula. That ape really confused the other side of my personality, the one that puts me in frilly waistcoats.
"Earwig 'P', having finished his breakfast, belched and stood up to cheer Queen 'B' the gorgeous amphibian tarantula. Suddenly Earwig 'V' rushed unto Earwig 'P' brandishing the secret but nonetheless scraped spoon-o'-doom and shouting arcane slogans-o'-war, blowing Earwig 'P's toupee into the fangs of the queen arachnid.
"'Mrrmrrmrmrph', said fiddlesticks playing maniac elves from the vestibule of Sergej Michailovich Subarow. Blowing winds swept the earwigs towards The Pit of Prawn. Earwig 'P' desperately grabbed his MG08/15 "waffle iron" and blasted through the hellish
Onward noodly pirates!

Bactrian Moose

Bactrian Moose
Several earwigs were inside a slightly fluffy acorn stuck within a dog's meatballs. This was unusual, usually, but not for usual Thursdays. The dog stood upright limply, and braced his forepaws against a piano standing on a donkey cart. Luckily the donkey stood on another piano, unattached to the back of a meatball-sticker. Sombrero-wearing Pedro Almodovar busts fell from below the top of a nearby skyscraper, shattering both the calm and the earthenware. However, the donkey continued to move in a crazy but controlled trajectory towards Friday. "FRIDAY!!!", the earwigs cheered and began to prepare an immediate coffee&muffins benedict platter made from pure mithril aka tinfoil (as in "Lord of the Rings"). After feasting on a diet of insects, the earwigs told tales of Earwig "P" and his/her/its adventures in the land of orangutans.
"It was a dark and stormy knight," Earwig "Arr" sought shelter and said, "My chainmail was chafing most humidly the night-coloured waistcoat. I won't pay attention to that orangutan anymore!" KY Jelly seeped through the acorn coffee maker glurpingly. "If only I could remember my anti-chafing formula. That ape really confused the other side of my personality, the one that puts me in frilly waistcoats.
"Earwig 'P', having finished his breakfast, belched and stood up to cheer Queen 'B' the gorgeous amphibian tarantula. Suddenly Earwig 'V' rushed unto Earwig 'P' brandishing the secret but nonetheless scraped spoon-o'-doom and shouting arcane slogans-o'-war, blowing Earwig 'P's toupee into the fangs of the queen arachnid.
"'Mrrmrrmrmrph', said fiddlesticks playing maniac elves from the vestibule of Sergej Michailovich Subarow. Blowing winds swept the earwigs towards The Pit of Prawn. Earwig 'P' desperately grabbed his MG08/15 "waffle iron" and blasted through the hellish gale
"It was a dark and stormy knight," Earwig "Arr" sought shelter and said, "My chainmail was chafing most humidly the night-coloured waistcoat. I won't pay attention to that orangutan anymore!" KY Jelly seeped through the acorn coffee maker glurpingly. "If only I could remember my anti-chafing formula. That ape really confused the other side of my personality, the one that puts me in frilly waistcoats.
"Earwig 'P', having finished his breakfast, belched and stood up to cheer Queen 'B' the gorgeous amphibian tarantula. Suddenly Earwig 'V' rushed unto Earwig 'P' brandishing the secret but nonetheless scraped spoon-o'-doom and shouting arcane slogans-o'-war, blowing Earwig 'P's toupee into the fangs of the queen arachnid.
"'Mrrmrrmrmrph', said fiddlesticks playing maniac elves from the vestibule of Sergej Michailovich Subarow. Blowing winds swept the earwigs towards The Pit of Prawn. Earwig 'P' desperately grabbed his MG08/15 "waffle iron" and blasted through the hellish gale
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Keep Saturn in Saturnalia!
You catch more flies with BS than you do with honey.
Keep Saturn in Saturnalia!
You catch more flies with BS than you do with honey.
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- Chef Shaman of Hauro Pasta
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- Joined: Fri Oct 14, 2005 10:27 am
- Location: Berlin, Germany
Several earwigs were inside a slightly fluffy acorn stuck within a dog's meatballs. This was unusual, usually, but not for usual Thursdays. The dog stood upright limply, and braced his forepaws against a piano standing on a donkey cart. Luckily the donkey stood on another piano, unattached to the back of a meatball-sticker. Sombrero-wearing Pedro Almodovar busts fell from below the top of a nearby skyscraper, shattering both the calm and the earthenware. However, the donkey continued to move in a crazy but controlled trajectory towards Friday. "FRIDAY!!!", the earwigs cheered and began to prepare an immediate coffee&muffins benedict platter made from pure mithril aka tinfoil (as in "Lord of the Rings"). After feasting on a diet of insects, the earwigs told tales of Earwig "P" and his/her/its adventures in the land of orangutans.
"It was a dark and stormy knight," Earwig "Arr" sought shelter and said, "My chainmail was chafing most humidly the night-coloured waistcoat. I won't pay attention to that orangutan anymore!" KY Jelly seeped through the acorn coffee maker glurpingly. "If only I could remember my anti-chafing formula. That ape really confused the other side of my personality, the one that puts me in frilly waistcoats.
"Earwig 'P', having finished his breakfast, belched and stood up to cheer Queen 'B' the gorgeous amphibian tarantula. Suddenly Earwig 'V' rushed unto Earwig 'P' brandishing the secret but nonetheless scraped spoon-o'-doom and shouting arcane slogans-o'-war, blowing Earwig 'P's toupee into the fangs of the queen arachnid.
"'Mrrmrrmrmrph', said fiddlesticks playing maniac elves from the vestibule of Sergej Michailovich Subarow. Blowing winds swept the earwigs towards The Pit of Prawn. Earwig 'P' desperately grabbed his MG08/15 "waffle iron" and blasted through the hellish gale, missing the
"It was a dark and stormy knight," Earwig "Arr" sought shelter and said, "My chainmail was chafing most humidly the night-coloured waistcoat. I won't pay attention to that orangutan anymore!" KY Jelly seeped through the acorn coffee maker glurpingly. "If only I could remember my anti-chafing formula. That ape really confused the other side of my personality, the one that puts me in frilly waistcoats.
"Earwig 'P', having finished his breakfast, belched and stood up to cheer Queen 'B' the gorgeous amphibian tarantula. Suddenly Earwig 'V' rushed unto Earwig 'P' brandishing the secret but nonetheless scraped spoon-o'-doom and shouting arcane slogans-o'-war, blowing Earwig 'P's toupee into the fangs of the queen arachnid.
"'Mrrmrrmrmrph', said fiddlesticks playing maniac elves from the vestibule of Sergej Michailovich Subarow. Blowing winds swept the earwigs towards The Pit of Prawn. Earwig 'P' desperately grabbed his MG08/15 "waffle iron" and blasted through the hellish gale, missing the
Onward noodly pirates!

Bactrian Moose

Bactrian Moose
Several earwigs were inside a slightly fluffy acorn stuck within a dog's meatballs. This was unusual, usually, but not for usual Thursdays. The dog stood upright limply, and braced his forepaws against a piano standing on a donkey cart. Luckily the donkey stood on another piano, unattached to the back of a meatball-sticker. Sombrero-wearing Pedro Almodovar busts fell from below the top of a nearby skyscraper, shattering both the calm and the earthenware. However, the donkey continued to move in a crazy but controlled trajectory towards Friday. "FRIDAY!!!", the earwigs cheered and began to prepare an immediate coffee&muffins benedict platter made from pure mithril aka tinfoil (as in "Lord of the Rings"). After feasting on a diet of insects, the earwigs told tales of Earwig "P" and his/her/its adventures in the land of orangutans.
"It was a dark and stormy knight," Earwig "Arr" sought shelter and said, "My chainmail was chafing most humidly the night-coloured waistcoat. I won't pay attention to that orangutan anymore!" KY Jelly seeped through the acorn coffee maker glurpingly. "If only I could remember my anti-chafing formula. That ape really confused the other side of my personality, the one that puts me in frilly waistcoats.
"Earwig 'P', having finished his breakfast, belched and stood up to cheer Queen 'B' the gorgeous amphibian tarantula. Suddenly Earwig 'V' rushed unto Earwig 'P' brandishing the secret but nonetheless scraped spoon-o'-doom and shouting arcane slogans-o'-war, blowing Earwig 'P's toupee into the fangs of the queen arachnid.
"'Mrrmrrmrmrph', said fiddlesticks playing maniac elves from the vestibule of Sergej Michailovich Subarow. Blowing winds swept the earwigs towards The Pit of Prawn. Earwig 'P' desperately grabbed his MG08/15 "waffle iron" and blasted through the hellish gale, missing the sharpened
"It was a dark and stormy knight," Earwig "Arr" sought shelter and said, "My chainmail was chafing most humidly the night-coloured waistcoat. I won't pay attention to that orangutan anymore!" KY Jelly seeped through the acorn coffee maker glurpingly. "If only I could remember my anti-chafing formula. That ape really confused the other side of my personality, the one that puts me in frilly waistcoats.
"Earwig 'P', having finished his breakfast, belched and stood up to cheer Queen 'B' the gorgeous amphibian tarantula. Suddenly Earwig 'V' rushed unto Earwig 'P' brandishing the secret but nonetheless scraped spoon-o'-doom and shouting arcane slogans-o'-war, blowing Earwig 'P's toupee into the fangs of the queen arachnid.
"'Mrrmrrmrmrph', said fiddlesticks playing maniac elves from the vestibule of Sergej Michailovich Subarow. Blowing winds swept the earwigs towards The Pit of Prawn. Earwig 'P' desperately grabbed his MG08/15 "waffle iron" and blasted through the hellish gale, missing the sharpened
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Keep Saturn in Saturnalia!
You catch more flies with BS than you do with honey.
Keep Saturn in Saturnalia!
You catch more flies with BS than you do with honey.
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- Chef Shaman of Hauro Pasta
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- Joined: Fri Oct 14, 2005 10:27 am
- Location: Berlin, Germany
Several earwigs were inside a slightly fluffy acorn stuck within a dog's meatballs. This was unusual, usually, but not for usual Thursdays. The dog stood upright limply, and braced his forepaws against a piano standing on a donkey cart. Luckily the donkey stood on another piano, unattached to the back of a meatball-sticker. Sombrero-wearing Pedro Almodovar busts fell from below the top of a nearby skyscraper, shattering both the calm and the earthenware. However, the donkey continued to move in a crazy but controlled trajectory towards Friday. "FRIDAY!!!", the earwigs cheered and began to prepare an immediate coffee&muffins benedict platter made from pure mithril aka tinfoil (as in "Lord of the Rings"). After feasting on a diet of insects, the earwigs told tales of Earwig "P" and his/her/its adventures in the land of orangutans.
"It was a dark and stormy knight," Earwig "Arr" sought shelter and said, "My chainmail was chafing most humidly the night-coloured waistcoat. I won't pay attention to that orangutan anymore!" KY Jelly seeped through the acorn coffee maker glurpingly. "If only I could remember my anti-chafing formula. That ape really confused the other side of my personality, the one that puts me in frilly waistcoats.
"Earwig 'P', having finished his breakfast, belched and stood up to cheer Queen 'B' the gorgeous amphibian tarantula. Suddenly Earwig 'V' rushed unto Earwig 'P' brandishing the secret but nonetheless scraped spoon-o'-doom and shouting arcane slogans-o'-war, blowing Earwig 'P's toupee into the fangs of the queen arachnid.
"'Mrrmrrmrmrph', said fiddlesticks playing maniac elves from the vestibule of Sergej Michailovich Subarow. Blowing winds swept the earwigs towards The Pit of Prawn. Earwig 'P' desperately grabbed his MG08/15 "waffle iron" and blasted through the hellish gale, missing the sharpened edge
"It was a dark and stormy knight," Earwig "Arr" sought shelter and said, "My chainmail was chafing most humidly the night-coloured waistcoat. I won't pay attention to that orangutan anymore!" KY Jelly seeped through the acorn coffee maker glurpingly. "If only I could remember my anti-chafing formula. That ape really confused the other side of my personality, the one that puts me in frilly waistcoats.
"Earwig 'P', having finished his breakfast, belched and stood up to cheer Queen 'B' the gorgeous amphibian tarantula. Suddenly Earwig 'V' rushed unto Earwig 'P' brandishing the secret but nonetheless scraped spoon-o'-doom and shouting arcane slogans-o'-war, blowing Earwig 'P's toupee into the fangs of the queen arachnid.
"'Mrrmrrmrmrph', said fiddlesticks playing maniac elves from the vestibule of Sergej Michailovich Subarow. Blowing winds swept the earwigs towards The Pit of Prawn. Earwig 'P' desperately grabbed his MG08/15 "waffle iron" and blasted through the hellish gale, missing the sharpened edge
Onward noodly pirates!

Bactrian Moose

Bactrian Moose
Several earwigs were inside a slightly fluffy acorn stuck within a dog's meatballs. This was unusual, usually, but not for usual Thursdays. The dog stood upright limply, and braced his forepaws against a piano standing on a donkey cart. Luckily the donkey stood on another piano, unattached to the back of a meatball-sticker. Sombrero-wearing Pedro Almodovar busts fell from below the top of a nearby skyscraper, shattering both the calm and the earthenware. However, the donkey continued to move in a crazy but controlled trajectory towards Friday. "FRIDAY!!!", the earwigs cheered and began to prepare an immediate coffee&muffins benedict platter made from pure mithril aka tinfoil (as in "Lord of the Rings"). After feasting on a diet of insects, the earwigs told tales of Earwig "P" and his/her/its adventures in the land of orangutans.
"It was a dark and stormy knight," Earwig "Arr" sought shelter and said, "My chainmail was chafing most humidly the night-coloured waistcoat. I won't pay attention to that orangutan anymore!" KY Jelly seeped through the acorn coffee maker glurpingly. "If only I could remember my anti-chafing formula. That ape really confused the other side of my personality, the one that puts me in frilly waistcoats.
"Earwig 'P', having finished his breakfast, belched and stood up to cheer Queen 'B' the gorgeous amphibian tarantula. Suddenly Earwig 'V' rushed unto Earwig 'P' brandishing the secret but nonetheless scraped spoon-o'-doom and shouting arcane slogans-o'-war, blowing Earwig 'P's toupee into the fangs of the queen arachnid.
"'Mrrmrrmrmrph', said fiddlesticks playing maniac elves from the vestibule of Sergej Michailovich Subarow. Blowing winds swept the earwigs towards The Pit of Prawn. Earwig 'P' desperately grabbed his MG08/15 "waffle iron" and blasted through the hellish gale, missing the sharpened edge of
"It was a dark and stormy knight," Earwig "Arr" sought shelter and said, "My chainmail was chafing most humidly the night-coloured waistcoat. I won't pay attention to that orangutan anymore!" KY Jelly seeped through the acorn coffee maker glurpingly. "If only I could remember my anti-chafing formula. That ape really confused the other side of my personality, the one that puts me in frilly waistcoats.
"Earwig 'P', having finished his breakfast, belched and stood up to cheer Queen 'B' the gorgeous amphibian tarantula. Suddenly Earwig 'V' rushed unto Earwig 'P' brandishing the secret but nonetheless scraped spoon-o'-doom and shouting arcane slogans-o'-war, blowing Earwig 'P's toupee into the fangs of the queen arachnid.
"'Mrrmrrmrmrph', said fiddlesticks playing maniac elves from the vestibule of Sergej Michailovich Subarow. Blowing winds swept the earwigs towards The Pit of Prawn. Earwig 'P' desperately grabbed his MG08/15 "waffle iron" and blasted through the hellish gale, missing the sharpened edge of
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Keep Saturn in Saturnalia!
You catch more flies with BS than you do with honey.
Keep Saturn in Saturnalia!
You catch more flies with BS than you do with honey.
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- Chef Shaman of Hauro Pasta
- Posts: 4523
- Joined: Fri Oct 14, 2005 10:27 am
- Location: Berlin, Germany
Several earwigs were inside a slightly fluffy acorn stuck within a dog's meatballs. This was unusual, usually, but not for usual Thursdays. The dog stood upright limply, and braced his forepaws against a piano standing on a donkey cart. Luckily the donkey stood on another piano, unattached to the back of a meatball-sticker. Sombrero-wearing Pedro Almodovar busts fell from below the top of a nearby skyscraper, shattering both the calm and the earthenware. However, the donkey continued to move in a crazy but controlled trajectory towards Friday. "FRIDAY!!!", the earwigs cheered and began to prepare an immediate coffee&muffins benedict platter made from pure mithril aka tinfoil (as in "Lord of the Rings"). After feasting on a diet of insects, the earwigs told tales of Earwig "P" and his/her/its adventures in the land of orangutans.
"It was a dark and stormy knight," Earwig "Arr" sought shelter and said, "My chainmail was chafing most humidly the night-coloured waistcoat. I won't pay attention to that orangutan anymore!" KY Jelly seeped through the acorn coffee maker glurpingly. "If only I could remember my anti-chafing formula. That ape really confused the other side of my personality, the one that puts me in frilly waistcoats.
"Earwig 'P', having finished his breakfast, belched and stood up to cheer Queen 'B' the gorgeous amphibian tarantula. Suddenly Earwig 'V' rushed unto Earwig 'P' brandishing the secret but nonetheless scraped spoon-o'-doom and shouting arcane slogans-o'-war, blowing Earwig 'P's toupee into the fangs of the queen arachnid.
"'Mrrmrrmrmrph', said fiddlesticks playing maniac elves from the vestibule of Sergej Michailovich Subarow. Blowing winds swept the earwigs towards The Pit of Prawn. Earwig 'P' desperately grabbed his MG08/15 "waffle iron" and blasted through the hellish gale, missing the sharpened edge of the fan
"It was a dark and stormy knight," Earwig "Arr" sought shelter and said, "My chainmail was chafing most humidly the night-coloured waistcoat. I won't pay attention to that orangutan anymore!" KY Jelly seeped through the acorn coffee maker glurpingly. "If only I could remember my anti-chafing formula. That ape really confused the other side of my personality, the one that puts me in frilly waistcoats.
"Earwig 'P', having finished his breakfast, belched and stood up to cheer Queen 'B' the gorgeous amphibian tarantula. Suddenly Earwig 'V' rushed unto Earwig 'P' brandishing the secret but nonetheless scraped spoon-o'-doom and shouting arcane slogans-o'-war, blowing Earwig 'P's toupee into the fangs of the queen arachnid.
"'Mrrmrrmrmrph', said fiddlesticks playing maniac elves from the vestibule of Sergej Michailovich Subarow. Blowing winds swept the earwigs towards The Pit of Prawn. Earwig 'P' desperately grabbed his MG08/15 "waffle iron" and blasted through the hellish gale, missing the sharpened edge of the fan
Onward noodly pirates!

Bactrian Moose

Bactrian Moose
Several earwigs were inside a slightly fluffy acorn stuck within a dog's meatballs. This was unusual, usually, but not for usual Thursdays. The dog stood upright limply, and braced his forepaws against a piano standing on a donkey cart. Luckily the donkey stood on another piano, unattached to the back of a meatball-sticker. Sombrero-wearing Pedro Almodovar busts fell from below the top of a nearby skyscraper, shattering both the calm and the earthenware. However, the donkey continued to move in a crazy but controlled trajectory towards Friday. "FRIDAY!!!", the earwigs cheered and began to prepare an immediate coffee&muffins benedict platter made from pure mithril aka tinfoil (as in "Lord of the Rings"). After feasting on a diet of insects, the earwigs told tales of Earwig "P" and his/her/its adventures in the land of orangutans.
"It was a dark and stormy knight," Earwig "Arr" sought shelter and said, "My chainmail was chafing most humidly the night-coloured waistcoat. I won't pay attention to that orangutan anymore!" KY Jelly seeped through the acorn coffee maker glurpingly. "If only I could remember my anti-chafing formula. That ape really confused the other side of my personality, the one that puts me in frilly waistcoats.
"Earwig 'P', having finished his breakfast, belched and stood up to cheer Queen 'B' the gorgeous amphibian tarantula. Suddenly Earwig 'V' rushed unto Earwig 'P' brandishing the secret but nonetheless scraped spoon-o'-doom and shouting arcane slogans-o'-war, blowing Earwig 'P's toupee into the fangs of the queen arachnid.
"'Mrrmrrmrmrph', said fiddlesticks playing maniac elves from the vestibule of Sergej Michailovich Subarow. Blowing winds swept the earwigs towards The Pit of Prawn. Earwig 'P' desperately grabbed his MG08/15 "waffle iron" and blasted through the hellish gale, missing the sharpened edge of the fan and dodging
"It was a dark and stormy knight," Earwig "Arr" sought shelter and said, "My chainmail was chafing most humidly the night-coloured waistcoat. I won't pay attention to that orangutan anymore!" KY Jelly seeped through the acorn coffee maker glurpingly. "If only I could remember my anti-chafing formula. That ape really confused the other side of my personality, the one that puts me in frilly waistcoats.
"Earwig 'P', having finished his breakfast, belched and stood up to cheer Queen 'B' the gorgeous amphibian tarantula. Suddenly Earwig 'V' rushed unto Earwig 'P' brandishing the secret but nonetheless scraped spoon-o'-doom and shouting arcane slogans-o'-war, blowing Earwig 'P's toupee into the fangs of the queen arachnid.
"'Mrrmrrmrmrph', said fiddlesticks playing maniac elves from the vestibule of Sergej Michailovich Subarow. Blowing winds swept the earwigs towards The Pit of Prawn. Earwig 'P' desperately grabbed his MG08/15 "waffle iron" and blasted through the hellish gale, missing the sharpened edge of the fan and dodging
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You catch more flies with BS than you do with honey.
Keep Saturn in Saturnalia!
You catch more flies with BS than you do with honey.
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- Chef Shaman of Hauro Pasta
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Several earwigs were inside a slightly fluffy acorn stuck within a dog's meatballs. This was unusual, usually, but not for usual Thursdays. The dog stood upright limply, and braced his forepaws against a piano standing on a donkey cart. Luckily the donkey stood on another piano, unattached to the back of a meatball-sticker. Sombrero-wearing Pedro Almodovar busts fell from below the top of a nearby skyscraper, shattering both the calm and the earthenware. However, the donkey continued to move in a crazy but controlled trajectory towards Friday. "FRIDAY!!!", the earwigs cheered and began to prepare an immediate coffee&muffins benedict platter made from pure mithril aka tinfoil (as in "Lord of the Rings"). After feasting on a diet of insects, the earwigs told tales of Earwig "P" and his/her/its adventures in the land of orangutans.
"It was a dark and stormy knight," Earwig "Arr" sought shelter and said, "My chainmail was chafing most humidly the night-coloured waistcoat. I won't pay attention to that orangutan anymore!" KY Jelly seeped through the acorn coffee maker glurpingly. "If only I could remember my anti-chafing formula. That ape really confused the other side of my personality, the one that puts me in frilly waistcoats.
"Earwig 'P', having finished his breakfast, belched and stood up to cheer Queen 'B' the gorgeous amphibian tarantula. Suddenly Earwig 'V' rushed unto Earwig 'P' brandishing the secret but nonetheless scraped spoon-o'-doom and shouting arcane slogans-o'-war, blowing Earwig 'P's toupee into the fangs of the queen arachnid.
"'Mrrmrrmrmrph', said fiddlesticks playing maniac elves from the vestibule of Sergej Michailovich Subarow. Blowing winds swept the earwigs towards The Pit of Prawn. Earwig 'P' desperately grabbed his MG08/15 "waffle iron" and blasted through the hellish gale, missing the sharpened edge of the fan and dodging the returning
"It was a dark and stormy knight," Earwig "Arr" sought shelter and said, "My chainmail was chafing most humidly the night-coloured waistcoat. I won't pay attention to that orangutan anymore!" KY Jelly seeped through the acorn coffee maker glurpingly. "If only I could remember my anti-chafing formula. That ape really confused the other side of my personality, the one that puts me in frilly waistcoats.
"Earwig 'P', having finished his breakfast, belched and stood up to cheer Queen 'B' the gorgeous amphibian tarantula. Suddenly Earwig 'V' rushed unto Earwig 'P' brandishing the secret but nonetheless scraped spoon-o'-doom and shouting arcane slogans-o'-war, blowing Earwig 'P's toupee into the fangs of the queen arachnid.
"'Mrrmrrmrmrph', said fiddlesticks playing maniac elves from the vestibule of Sergej Michailovich Subarow. Blowing winds swept the earwigs towards The Pit of Prawn. Earwig 'P' desperately grabbed his MG08/15 "waffle iron" and blasted through the hellish gale, missing the sharpened edge of the fan and dodging the returning
Onward noodly pirates!

Bactrian Moose

Bactrian Moose
Several earwigs were inside a slightly fluffy acorn stuck within a dog's meatballs. This was unusual, usually, but not for usual Thursdays. The dog stood upright limply, and braced his forepaws against a piano standing on a donkey cart. Luckily the donkey stood on another piano, unattached to the back of a meatball-sticker. Sombrero-wearing Pedro Almodovar busts fell from below the top of a nearby skyscraper, shattering both the calm and the earthenware. However, the donkey continued to move in a crazy but controlled trajectory towards Friday. "FRIDAY!!!", the earwigs cheered and began to prepare an immediate coffee&muffins benedict platter made from pure mithril aka tinfoil (as in "Lord of the Rings"). After feasting on a diet of insects, the earwigs told tales of Earwig "P" and his/her/its adventures in the land of orangutans.
"It was a dark and stormy knight," Earwig "Arr" sought shelter and said, "My chainmail was chafing most humidly the night-coloured waistcoat. I won't pay attention to that orangutan anymore!" KY Jelly seeped through the acorn coffee maker glurpingly. "If only I could remember my anti-chafing formula. That ape really confused the other side of my personality, the one that puts me in frilly waistcoats.
"Earwig 'P', having finished his breakfast, belched and stood up to cheer Queen 'B' the gorgeous amphibian tarantula. Suddenly Earwig 'V' rushed unto Earwig 'P' brandishing the secret but nonetheless scraped spoon-o'-doom and shouting arcane slogans-o'-war, blowing Earwig 'P's toupee into the fangs of the queen arachnid.
"'Mrrmrrmrmrph', said fiddlesticks playing maniac elves from the vestibule of Sergej Michailovich Subarow. Blowing winds swept the earwigs towards The Pit of Prawn. Earwig 'P' desperately grabbed his MG08/15 "waffle iron" and blasted through the hellish gale, missing the sharpened edge of the fan and dodging the Returning Officer
"It was a dark and stormy knight," Earwig "Arr" sought shelter and said, "My chainmail was chafing most humidly the night-coloured waistcoat. I won't pay attention to that orangutan anymore!" KY Jelly seeped through the acorn coffee maker glurpingly. "If only I could remember my anti-chafing formula. That ape really confused the other side of my personality, the one that puts me in frilly waistcoats.
"Earwig 'P', having finished his breakfast, belched and stood up to cheer Queen 'B' the gorgeous amphibian tarantula. Suddenly Earwig 'V' rushed unto Earwig 'P' brandishing the secret but nonetheless scraped spoon-o'-doom and shouting arcane slogans-o'-war, blowing Earwig 'P's toupee into the fangs of the queen arachnid.
"'Mrrmrrmrmrph', said fiddlesticks playing maniac elves from the vestibule of Sergej Michailovich Subarow. Blowing winds swept the earwigs towards The Pit of Prawn. Earwig 'P' desperately grabbed his MG08/15 "waffle iron" and blasted through the hellish gale, missing the sharpened edge of the fan and dodging the Returning Officer
Now Hypercaffeinated! Share and Enjoy!
Keep Saturn in Saturnalia!
You catch more flies with BS than you do with honey.
Keep Saturn in Saturnalia!
You catch more flies with BS than you do with honey.
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- Chef Shaman of Hauro Pasta
- Posts: 4523
- Joined: Fri Oct 14, 2005 10:27 am
- Location: Berlin, Germany
Several earwigs were inside a slightly fluffy acorn stuck within a dog's meatballs. This was unusual, usually, but not for usual Thursdays. The dog stood upright limply, and braced his forepaws against a piano standing on a donkey cart. Luckily the donkey stood on another piano, unattached to the back of a meatball-sticker. Sombrero-wearing Pedro Almodovar busts fell from below the top of a nearby skyscraper, shattering both the calm and the earthenware. However, the donkey continued to move in a crazy but controlled trajectory towards Friday. "FRIDAY!!!", the earwigs cheered and began to prepare an immediate coffee&muffins benedict platter made from pure mithril aka tinfoil (as in "Lord of the Rings"). After feasting on a diet of insects, the earwigs told tales of Earwig "P" and his/her/its adventures in the land of orangutans.
"It was a dark and stormy knight," Earwig "Arr" sought shelter and said, "My chainmail was chafing most humidly the night-coloured waistcoat. I won't pay attention to that orangutan anymore!" KY Jelly seeped through the acorn coffee maker glurpingly. "If only I could remember my anti-chafing formula. That ape really confused the other side of my personality, the one that puts me in frilly waistcoats.
"Earwig 'P', having finished his breakfast, belched and stood up to cheer Queen 'B' the gorgeous amphibian tarantula. Suddenly Earwig 'V' rushed unto Earwig 'P' brandishing the secret but nonetheless scraped spoon-o'-doom and shouting arcane slogans-o'-war, blowing Earwig 'P's toupee into the fangs of the queen arachnid.
"'Mrrmrrmrmrph', said fiddlesticks playing maniac elves from the vestibule of Sergej Michailovich Subarow. Blowing winds swept the earwigs towards The Pit of Prawn. Earwig 'P' desperately grabbed his MG08/15 "waffle iron" and blasted through the hellish gale, missing the sharpened edge of the fan and dodging the Returning Officer's baton
"It was a dark and stormy knight," Earwig "Arr" sought shelter and said, "My chainmail was chafing most humidly the night-coloured waistcoat. I won't pay attention to that orangutan anymore!" KY Jelly seeped through the acorn coffee maker glurpingly. "If only I could remember my anti-chafing formula. That ape really confused the other side of my personality, the one that puts me in frilly waistcoats.
"Earwig 'P', having finished his breakfast, belched and stood up to cheer Queen 'B' the gorgeous amphibian tarantula. Suddenly Earwig 'V' rushed unto Earwig 'P' brandishing the secret but nonetheless scraped spoon-o'-doom and shouting arcane slogans-o'-war, blowing Earwig 'P's toupee into the fangs of the queen arachnid.
"'Mrrmrrmrmrph', said fiddlesticks playing maniac elves from the vestibule of Sergej Michailovich Subarow. Blowing winds swept the earwigs towards The Pit of Prawn. Earwig 'P' desperately grabbed his MG08/15 "waffle iron" and blasted through the hellish gale, missing the sharpened edge of the fan and dodging the Returning Officer's baton
Onward noodly pirates!

Bactrian Moose

Bactrian Moose
Several earwigs were inside a slightly fluffy acorn stuck within a dog's meatballs. This was unusual, usually, but not for usual Thursdays. The dog stood upright limply, and braced his forepaws against a piano standing on a donkey cart. Luckily the donkey stood on another piano, unattached to the back of a meatball-sticker. Sombrero-wearing Pedro Almodovar busts fell from below the top of a nearby skyscraper, shattering both the calm and the earthenware. However, the donkey continued to move in a crazy but controlled trajectory towards Friday. "FRIDAY!!!", the earwigs cheered and began to prepare an immediate coffee&muffins benedict platter made from pure mithril aka tinfoil (as in "Lord of the Rings"). After feasting on a diet of insects, the earwigs told tales of Earwig "P" and his/her/its adventures in the land of orangutans.
"It was a dark and stormy knight," Earwig "Arr" sought shelter and said, "My chainmail was chafing most humidly the night-coloured waistcoat. I won't pay attention to that orangutan anymore!" KY Jelly seeped through the acorn coffee maker glurpingly. "If only I could remember my anti-chafing formula. That ape really confused the other side of my personality, the one that puts me in frilly waistcoats.
"Earwig 'P', having finished his breakfast, belched and stood up to cheer Queen 'B' the gorgeous amphibian tarantula. Suddenly Earwig 'V' rushed unto Earwig 'P' brandishing the secret but nonetheless scraped spoon-o'-doom and shouting arcane slogans-o'-war, blowing Earwig 'P's toupee into the fangs of the queen arachnid.
"'Mrrmrrmrmrph', said fiddlesticks playing maniac elves from the vestibule of Sergej Michailovich Subarow. Blowing winds swept the earwigs towards The Pit of Prawn. Earwig 'P' desperately grabbed his MG08/15 "waffle iron" and blasted through the hellish gale, missing the sharpened edge of the fan and dodging the Returning Officer's baton. The orangutans
"It was a dark and stormy knight," Earwig "Arr" sought shelter and said, "My chainmail was chafing most humidly the night-coloured waistcoat. I won't pay attention to that orangutan anymore!" KY Jelly seeped through the acorn coffee maker glurpingly. "If only I could remember my anti-chafing formula. That ape really confused the other side of my personality, the one that puts me in frilly waistcoats.
"Earwig 'P', having finished his breakfast, belched and stood up to cheer Queen 'B' the gorgeous amphibian tarantula. Suddenly Earwig 'V' rushed unto Earwig 'P' brandishing the secret but nonetheless scraped spoon-o'-doom and shouting arcane slogans-o'-war, blowing Earwig 'P's toupee into the fangs of the queen arachnid.
"'Mrrmrrmrmrph', said fiddlesticks playing maniac elves from the vestibule of Sergej Michailovich Subarow. Blowing winds swept the earwigs towards The Pit of Prawn. Earwig 'P' desperately grabbed his MG08/15 "waffle iron" and blasted through the hellish gale, missing the sharpened edge of the fan and dodging the Returning Officer's baton. The orangutans
Now Hypercaffeinated! Share and Enjoy!
Keep Saturn in Saturnalia!
You catch more flies with BS than you do with honey.
Keep Saturn in Saturnalia!
You catch more flies with BS than you do with honey.
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- Chef Shaman of Hauro Pasta
- Posts: 4523
- Joined: Fri Oct 14, 2005 10:27 am
- Location: Berlin, Germany
Several earwigs were inside a slightly fluffy acorn stuck within a dog's meatballs. This was unusual, usually, but not for usual Thursdays. The dog stood upright limply, and braced his forepaws against a piano standing on a donkey cart. Luckily the donkey stood on another piano, unattached to the back of a meatball-sticker. Sombrero-wearing Pedro Almodovar busts fell from below the top of a nearby skyscraper, shattering both the calm and the earthenware. However, the donkey continued to move in a crazy but controlled trajectory towards Friday. "FRIDAY!!!", the earwigs cheered and began to prepare an immediate coffee&muffins benedict platter made from pure mithril aka tinfoil (as in "Lord of the Rings"). After feasting on a diet of insects, the earwigs told tales of Earwig "P" and his/her/its adventures in the land of orangutans.
"It was a dark and stormy knight," Earwig "Arr" sought shelter and said, "My chainmail was chafing most humidly the night-coloured waistcoat. I won't pay attention to that orangutan anymore!" KY Jelly seeped through the acorn coffee maker glurpingly. "If only I could remember my anti-chafing formula. That ape really confused the other side of my personality, the one that puts me in frilly waistcoats.
"Earwig 'P', having finished his breakfast, belched and stood up to cheer Queen 'B' the gorgeous amphibian tarantula. Suddenly Earwig 'V' rushed unto Earwig 'P' brandishing the secret but nonetheless scraped spoon-o'-doom and shouting arcane slogans-o'-war, blowing Earwig 'P's toupee into the fangs of the queen arachnid.
"'Mrrmrrmrmrph', said fiddlesticks playing maniac elves from the vestibule of Sergej Michailovich Subarow. Blowing winds swept the earwigs towards The Pit of Prawn. Earwig 'P' desperately grabbed his MG08/15 "waffle iron" and blasted through the hellish gale, missing the sharpened edge of the fan and dodging the Returning Officer's baton. The orangutans opened up
"It was a dark and stormy knight," Earwig "Arr" sought shelter and said, "My chainmail was chafing most humidly the night-coloured waistcoat. I won't pay attention to that orangutan anymore!" KY Jelly seeped through the acorn coffee maker glurpingly. "If only I could remember my anti-chafing formula. That ape really confused the other side of my personality, the one that puts me in frilly waistcoats.
"Earwig 'P', having finished his breakfast, belched and stood up to cheer Queen 'B' the gorgeous amphibian tarantula. Suddenly Earwig 'V' rushed unto Earwig 'P' brandishing the secret but nonetheless scraped spoon-o'-doom and shouting arcane slogans-o'-war, blowing Earwig 'P's toupee into the fangs of the queen arachnid.
"'Mrrmrrmrmrph', said fiddlesticks playing maniac elves from the vestibule of Sergej Michailovich Subarow. Blowing winds swept the earwigs towards The Pit of Prawn. Earwig 'P' desperately grabbed his MG08/15 "waffle iron" and blasted through the hellish gale, missing the sharpened edge of the fan and dodging the Returning Officer's baton. The orangutans opened up
Onward noodly pirates!

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