<p>moderators, that is correct. Please remove this thread. It has material in it which is degrading my user name. That is correct, please remove. Your welcome! :)</p>
<p>Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not<br>
In these confusions. Heaven and yourself<br>
Had part in this fair story; now heaven hath all,<br>
And all the better is it for the tale:<br>
Your part in her you could not keep from death,<br>
But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.<br>
The most you sought was her removal;<br>
For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced:<br>
And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced<br>
Above the clouds, as high as CC itself?<br>
O, in this love, you love yourself so ill,<br>
That you run mad, seeing that she is well:
She's well construed that lives authored long;<br>
But she's best written by those geniuses young.<br>
Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary<br>
On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,<br>
In all her best array bear her to church:
For though fond nature bids us an lament,<br>
Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.</p>
<p>So it rained and poured and flooded and deluged and rained pigs and cows; it was a disaster! To find the angle bisector, it was seen as imperative that the old elephant die and let the new elephant eat him so that he would grow limp in the pants. Then I heard Bigfoot, who was quite upset because he felt like he had been forgotten in this story, start to lick the snow only to find out that it was yellow and smelled peculiar like sulfur, and gave him an allergy and he had a convulsion. Phillip swore that he was too anarchist to become a monarchist so he turned fascist and became racist and pluralist, and became polygamous with poltergeists that came from Polaris and polarized his glens and monopolized his mother and whispered to each other. Then purrli came back to Bigfootland and saw that Logisticland had been ruling for too long so she hatched a great plan to bring about his downfall. She was inspired by the works of Sun Tzu and the tactics of Zhu Ge Liang and the laziness of the Dowager Empress and the beauty of Xi Shi and the mercilessness of Mao Zedong and the genius of Sun Wukong and the skills of Jet Li, all combined to make a superb heroine who easily defeated Logistics and baked his minions and minced his onions and cut his bunions and jet him off to Orion while infecting him with a prion at the Priory of the Sion while being bitten by a lion, oi, for 'tis the lion of Zion, who became the scion of Orion and deposited his anions by his cations as he listened to Celine Dion while vacationing in Lyon and collided with an ion that released a positron and antimatter spewed into the lake contaminating it indefinitely and destroying whoever starts the next sentence with "Then". Then, ziggy was destroyed and we all got annoyed because of his masochist attitude. So I swear Logistics has a fixation for QQ because that's the only time he'd ever post on this thread. Ah-ha! Logistics exclaimed, spotting purrli swimming in the lake and fixated on her...so Logistics sank into a depression about his orientation and committed seppuku. On one rainy day Logistics fell down a ravine and landed as a bovine that munched babies for lunch and gave milk to Harvard admissions officers so they accepted him to the class of 2011 because he is so amazingly milky in complexion and was mistaken for a female ghost in the likeness of the wonderful, sensous, brilliant, smooth-talking, suave, clean-shaven porcupine with pointed beards and pointy ears and spoke in an accent that reminisced of gays. Hugh Hefner and other morons who smelled like Boron swam through a sea of oxymorons and was caught by Sauron in a proton shot forth from Princeton and hit the Andes Mountains and splashed over the Fountain of Youth and turned Ponce de Leon into the Emperor's New Groove and turned his armor into a silk dress and his steed into a llama and his men into mice and his den to dice and his logs into lice and his virtues into vice and his rowboats into rice University and his swords into scythes and his eyes into ice and his pies into pith and his senses into Sith and his mistresses (ie purrli) into myth who was lady-like and lithe and wore many beaded pearls extracted from urns that burned and turned and churned and became taciturn ferns that earned a thousand yens which dropped into a thousand dens became a thousand Big Bens that turned into a thousand hens that clucked in their thousand pens who looked like a thousand men with a thousand hydrogens which bonded to a thousand cyanides and made a thousand mols of poison which were fed to helpless mice in Nice with a price of the sacrifice of lice and rice and spice until it will suffice to twice make me italian ice thrice, which doesn't make sense because logistics said so. The giant squid maliciously seized the helpless, hapless, handless, headless, hipless, heartless, hypothalamusless hippopotamus and chewed him to bits and spit out his bones and smeard his flesh until he experienced a thrilling, galvanizing, arousing, electrifying euphoria that oxidized his post count. Feeling down, he decided to write a novel. Inadvertenly, he reduced his Reimann sum, but forgot his teacher didn't teach him the right way to do so. He figured smoking a cigarette would be suffice. Then he found out how important calculating Riemann Sums were to his success in Calculus class, where he had an A and had to snag an A+ and thus win the hand of Miss Harvard 2006. However, being with Miss Harvard 2006 made him very important, and Miss Princeton began to get jealous, and she began to conspire with the very legally blonde Miss Stanford to pit the all too naïve Miss Yale against the dumpy Miss Cornell who cried and was replaced with the Nordic looking Miss Dartmouth in the eye, and screaming to Mrs. Community College (because she was green with envy) to stay away from her man! So Miss Upenn, who was very snotty, decided to get in on the action. She converted to a Quaker and came to Shaker Heights and beat up Julia Shatten. Mrs. Johns Hopkins then decided to dote on his as well and asked her friend, Miss Columbia to set plain Miss Brown up with a handsome Duke, who isn't from the Imperial Ivy Dynasty and therefore dumped plain Miss Brown. Then, Miss University of Chicago got on top of the Sears Tower and shouted that she was ghetto and jumped off. No one cared, so finally the beautiful Miss Northwestern is the sole ruler of Illinois and invited the other Misses to a grand ball where they recited the anthem of Soka University, aka the Four Noble Truths. They then had a feast which lasted until the end of time, which in reality was only two days. After that, they retreated to Logistic's residence and danced to tango the jango, salsa, waltz, and polka. Soon the troop was whisked to sarorah's house 40 years back in time sand everyone saw sarorahs mom and had a picnic in Central Park. They then went shopping at Bergdorf Goodman and bought even more pretty dresses for the lil tramp who came back from the dead to destroy the living fake people and take everyone else to paradise where they enjoyed long walks on the beach. Soon, they had to come back to the present and face the truth <em>dun dun dun</em>: in 24 hours they were all going to receive a ransom note threatening the life of Miss Northwestern who caught hypothermia and went up to her bedroom to warm up some meatloaf when suddenly glass rained down on her bed and two ninjas yelled "Banzai!!!!" Swinging their samurai swords, they proceeded to take all the Misses hostage and would have succeeded if it weren't for the timely entrance of another shady, by the name of slim, who loooooves sushi and pork fried rice and dumplings and chowmein sided with even more chowmein and who was also a good cook because the food she cooked was magical and could transform into laser and burn a hole through the medulla oblongata, the cerebellum, thus causing chaos in A minor. The Misses were safe again and proceeded to hold a tea party in Wonderland with the Mad Hatter, Alice scrambled to make the tea, but she was turned into a short and stout teapot by a jealous, short dwarf that suffered from a case of reverse-gigantism which alienated his half fairy godmother who croaked "The Music of the Night" in an excellent bass voice that made everyone shimmy while playing Brahm's Hungarian Dances and made everyone have a little too much to hope for the Holy Carp whom the dwarves all prayed to threatened to unleash the curse of the nutcracker who'd pirouette with the beautiful girl who always carried a lotus and riding on a golden fish and wearing this (<a href="http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110%5B/url%5D">http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110</a>)
So the beautiful girl appeared and turned into a Siren, singing the aria from La Boheme and causing shipwrecks that sank the Titanic and drove men mad and donkeys wild with love. So it came to be that the donkeys fell in love with big feet and red lips and a pet donkey named Max, who sat on a tack. Max had jealousy issues, and the donkeys all decided to trample him to death and leave the body in a state of uncomfortable decay that smelled like strawberry tater tots with butter and cream and sprinkles of perfumed sesame that tasted delicious with fried tofu and golden chopsticks engraved with 'wangba' on them as a warning. While debunking the Justinian Affair, lil' Max read A Day in the Life of Africa. Somehow, his socks turned into a cactus that sang</p>
<p>So it rained and poured and flooded and deluged and rained pigs and cows; it was a disaster! To find the angle bisector, it was seen as imperative that the old elephant die and let the new elephant eat him so that he would grow limp in the pants. Then I heard Bigfoot, who was quite upset because he felt like he had been forgotten in this story, start to lick the snow only to find out that it was yellow and smelled peculiar like sulfur, and gave him an allergy and he had a convulsion. Phillip swore that he was too anarchist to become a monarchist so he turned fascist and became racist and pluralist, and became polygamous with poltergeists that came from Polaris and polarized his glens and monopolized his mother and whispered to each other. Then purrli came back to Bigfootland and saw that Logisticland had been ruling for too long so she hatched a great plan to bring about his downfall. She was inspired by the works of Sun Tzu and the tactics of Zhu Ge Liang and the laziness of the Dowager Empress and the beauty of Xi Shi and the mercilessness of Mao Zedong and the genius of Sun Wukong and the skills of Jet Li, all combined to make a superb heroine who easily defeated Logistics and baked his minions and minced his onions and cut his bunions and jet him off to Orion while infecting him with a prion at the Priory of the Sion while being bitten by a lion, oi, for 'tis the lion of Zion, who became the scion of Orion and deposited his anions by his cations as he listened to Celine Dion while vacationing in Lyon and collided with an ion that released a positron and antimatter spewed into the lake contaminating it indefinitely and destroying whoever starts the next sentence with "Then". Then, ziggy was destroyed and we all got annoyed because of his masochist attitude. So I swear Logistics has a fixation for QQ because that's the only time he'd ever post on this thread. Ah-ha! Logistics exclaimed, spotting purrli swimming in the lake and fixated on her...so Logistics sank into a depression about his orientation and committed seppuku. On one rainy day Logistics fell down a ravine and landed as a bovine that munched babies for lunch and gave milk to Harvard admissions officers so they accepted him to the class of 2011 because he is so amazingly milky in complexion and was mistaken for a female ghost in the likeness of the wonderful, sensous, brilliant, smooth-talking, suave, clean-shaven porcupine with pointed beards and pointy ears and spoke in an accent that reminisced of gays. Hugh Hefner and other morons who smelled like Boron swam through a sea of oxymorons and was caught by Sauron in a proton shot forth from Princeton and hit the Andes Mountains and splashed over the Fountain of Youth and turned Ponce de Leon into the Emperor's New Groove and turned his armor into a silk dress and his steed into a llama and his men into mice and his den to dice and his logs into lice and his virtues into vice and his rowboats into rice University and his swords into scythes and his eyes into ice and his pies into pith and his senses into Sith and his mistresses (ie purrli) into myth who was lady-like and lithe and wore many beaded pearls extracted from urns that burned and turned and churned and became taciturn ferns that earned a thousand yens which dropped into a thousand dens became a thousand Big Bens that turned into a thousand hens that clucked in their thousand pens who looked like a thousand men with a thousand hydrogens which bonded to a thousand cyanides and made a thousand mols of poison which were fed to helpless mice in Nice with a price of the sacrifice of lice and rice and spice until it will suffice to twice make me italian ice thrice, which doesn't make sense because logistics said so. The giant squid maliciously seized the helpless, hapless, handless, headless, hipless, heartless, hypothalamusless hippopotamus and chewed him to bits and spit out his bones and smeard his flesh until he experienced a thrilling, galvanizing, arousing, electrifying euphoria that oxidized his post count. Feeling down, he decided to write a novel. Inadvertenly, he reduced his Reimann sum, but forgot his teacher didn't teach him the right way to do so. He figured smoking a cigarette would be suffice. Then he found out how important calculating Riemann Sums were to his success in Calculus class, where he had an A and had to snag an A+ and thus win the hand of Miss Harvard 2006. However, being with Miss Harvard 2006 made him very important, and Miss Princeton began to get jealous, and she began to conspire with the very legally blonde Miss Stanford to pit the all too naïve Miss Yale against the dumpy Miss Cornell who cried and was replaced with the Nordic looking Miss Dartmouth in the eye, and screaming to Mrs. Community College (because she was green with envy) to stay away from her man! So Miss Upenn, who was very snotty, decided to get in on the action. She converted to a Quaker and came to Shaker Heights and beat up Julia Shatten. Mrs. Johns Hopkins then decided to dote on his as well and asked her friend, Miss Columbia to set plain Miss Brown up with a handsome Duke, who isn't from the Imperial Ivy Dynasty and therefore dumped plain Miss Brown. Then, Miss University of Chicago got on top of the Sears Tower and shouted that she was ghetto and jumped off. No one cared, so finally the beautiful Miss Northwestern is the sole ruler of Illinois and invited the other Misses to a grand ball where they recited the anthem of Soka University, aka the Four Noble Truths. They then had a feast which lasted until the end of time, which in reality was only two days. After that, they retreated to Logistic's residence and danced to tango the jango, salsa, waltz, and polka. Soon the troop was whisked to sarorah's house 40 years back in time sand everyone saw sarorahs mom and had a picnic in Central Park. They then went shopping at Bergdorf Goodman and bought even more pretty dresses for the lil tramp who came back from the dead to destroy the living fake people and take everyone else to paradise where they enjoyed long walks on the beach. Soon, they had to come back to the present and face the truth <em>dun dun dun</em>: in 24 hours they were all going to receive a ransom note threatening the life of Miss Northwestern who caught hypothermia and went up to her bedroom to warm up some meatloaf when suddenly glass rained down on her bed and two ninjas yelled "Banzai!!!!" Swinging their samurai swords, they proceeded to take all the Misses hostage and would have succeeded if it weren't for the timely entrance of another shady, by the name of slim, who loooooves sushi and pork fried rice and dumplings and chowmein sided with even more chowmein and who was also a good cook because the food she cooked was magical and could transform into laser and burn a hole through the medulla oblongata, the cerebellum, thus causing chaos in A minor. The Misses were safe again and proceeded to hold a tea party in Wonderland with the Mad Hatter, Alice scrambled to make the tea, but she was turned into a short and stout teapot by a jealous, short dwarf that suffered from a case of reverse-gigantism which alienated his half fairy godmother who croaked "The Music of the Night" in an excellent bass voice that made everyone shimmy while playing Brahm's Hungarian Dances and made everyone have a little too much to hope for the Holy Carp whom the dwarves all prayed to threatened to unleash the curse of the nutcracker who'd pirouette with the beautiful girl who always carried a lotus and riding on a golden fish and wearing this (<a href="http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110%5B/url%5D">http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110</a>)
So the beautiful girl appeared and turned into a Siren, singing the aria from La Boheme and causing shipwrecks that sank the Titanic and drove men mad and donkeys wild with love. So it came to be that the donkeys fell in love with big feet and red lips and a pet donkey named Max, who sat on a tack. Max had jealousy issues, and the donkeys all decided to trample him to death and leave the body in a state of uncomfortable decay that smelled like strawberry tater tots with butter and cream and sprinkles of perfumed sesame that tasted delicious with fried tofu and golden chopsticks engraved with 'wangba' on them as a warning. While debunking the Justinian Affair, lil' Max read A Day in the Life of Africa. Somehow, his socks turned into a cactus that sang Olive_Tree Is My God(dess)</p>
<p>So it rained and poured and flooded and deluged and rained pigs and cows; it was a disaster! To find the angle bisector, it was seen as imperative that the old elephant die and let the new elephant eat him so that he would grow limp in the pants. Then I heard Bigfoot, who was quite upset because he felt like he had been forgotten in this story, start to lick the snow only to find out that it was yellow and smelled peculiar like sulfur, and gave him an allergy and he had a convulsion. Phillip swore that he was too anarchist to become a monarchist so he turned fascist and became racist and pluralist, and became polygamous with poltergeists that came from Polaris and polarized his glens and monopolized his mother and whispered to each other. Then purrli came back to Bigfootland and saw that Logisticland had been ruling for too long so she hatched a great plan to bring about his downfall. She was inspired by the works of Sun Tzu and the tactics of Zhu Ge Liang and the laziness of the Dowager Empress and the beauty of Xi Shi and the mercilessness of Mao Zedong and the genius of Sun Wukong and the skills of Jet Li, all combined to make a superb heroine who easily defeated Logistics and baked his minions and minced his onions and cut his bunions and jet him off to Orion while infecting him with a prion at the Priory of the Sion while being bitten by a lion, oi, for 'tis the lion of Zion, who became the scion of Orion and deposited his anions by his cations as he listened to Celine Dion while vacationing in Lyon and collided with an ion that released a positron and antimatter spewed into the lake contaminating it indefinitely and destroying whoever starts the next sentence with "Then". Then, ziggy was destroyed and we all got annoyed because of his masochist attitude. So I swear Logistics has a fixation for QQ because that's the only time he'd ever post on this thread. Ah-ha! Logistics exclaimed, spotting purrli swimming in the lake and fixated on her...so Logistics sank into a depression about his orientation and committed seppuku. On one rainy day Logistics fell down a ravine and landed as a bovine that munched babies for lunch and gave milk to Harvard admissions officers so they accepted him to the class of 2011 because he is so amazingly milky in complexion and was mistaken for a female ghost in the likeness of the wonderful, sensous, brilliant, smooth-talking, suave, clean-shaven porcupine with pointed beards and pointy ears and spoke in an accent that reminisced of gays. Hugh Hefner and other morons who smelled like Boron swam through a sea of oxymorons and was caught by Sauron in a proton shot forth from Princeton and hit the Andes Mountains and splashed over the Fountain of Youth and turned Ponce de Leon into the Emperor's New Groove and turned his armor into a silk dress and his steed into a llama and his men into mice and his den to dice and his logs into lice and his virtues into vice and his rowboats into rice University and his swords into scythes and his eyes into ice and his pies into pith and his senses into Sith and his mistresses (ie purrli) into myth who was lady-like and lithe and wore many beaded pearls extracted from urns that burned and turned and churned and became taciturn ferns that earned a thousand yens which dropped into a thousand dens became a thousand Big Bens that turned into a thousand hens that clucked in their thousand pens who looked like a thousand men with a thousand hydrogens which bonded to a thousand cyanides and made a thousand mols of poison which were fed to helpless mice in Nice with a price of the sacrifice of lice and rice and spice until it will suffice to twice make me italian ice thrice, which doesn't make sense because logistics said so. The giant squid maliciously seized the helpless, hapless, handless, headless, hipless, heartless, hypothalamusless hippopotamus and chewed him to bits and spit out his bones and smeard his flesh until he experienced a thrilling, galvanizing, arousing, electrifying euphoria that oxidized his post count. Feeling down, he decided to write a novel. Inadvertenly, he reduced his Reimann sum, but forgot his teacher didn't teach him the right way to do so. He figured smoking a cigarette would be suffice. Then he found out how important calculating Riemann Sums were to his success in Calculus class, where he had an A and had to snag an A+ and thus win the hand of Miss Harvard 2006. However, being with Miss Harvard 2006 made him very important, and Miss Princeton began to get jealous, and she began to conspire with the very legally blonde Miss Stanford to pit the all too naïve Miss Yale against the dumpy Miss Cornell who cried and was replaced with the Nordic looking Miss Dartmouth in the eye, and screaming to Mrs. Community College (because she was green with envy) to stay away from her man! So Miss Upenn, who was very snotty, decided to get in on the action. She converted to a Quaker and came to Shaker Heights and beat up Julia Shatten. Mrs. Johns Hopkins then decided to dote on his as well and asked her friend, Miss Columbia to set plain Miss Brown up with a handsome Duke, who isn't from the Imperial Ivy Dynasty and therefore dumped plain Miss Brown. Then, Miss University of Chicago got on top of the Sears Tower and shouted that she was ghetto and jumped off. No one cared, so finally the beautiful Miss Northwestern is the sole ruler of Illinois and invited the other Misses to a grand ball where they recited the anthem of Soka University, aka the Four Noble Truths. They then had a feast which lasted until the end of time, which in reality was only two days. After that, they retreated to Logistic's residence and danced to tango the jango, salsa, waltz, and polka. Soon the troop was whisked to sarorah's house 40 years back in time sand everyone saw sarorahs mom and had a picnic in Central Park. They then went shopping at Bergdorf Goodman and bought even more pretty dresses for the lil tramp who came back from the dead to destroy the living fake people and take everyone else to paradise where they enjoyed long walks on the beach. Soon, they had to come back to the present and face the truth <em>dun dun dun</em>: in 24 hours they were all going to receive a ransom note threatening the life of Miss Northwestern who caught hypothermia and went up to her bedroom to warm up some meatloaf when suddenly glass rained down on her bed and two ninjas yelled "Banzai!!!!" Swinging their samurai swords, they proceeded to take all the Misses hostage and would have succeeded if it weren't for the timely entrance of another shady, by the name of slim, who loooooves sushi and pork fried rice and dumplings and chowmein sided with even more chowmein and who was also a good cook because the food she cooked was magical and could transform into laser and burn a hole through the medulla oblongata, the cerebellum, thus causing chaos in A minor. The Misses were safe again and proceeded to hold a tea party in Wonderland with the Mad Hatter, Alice scrambled to make the tea, but she was turned into a short and stout teapot by a jealous, short dwarf that suffered from a case of reverse-gigantism which alienated his half fairy godmother who croaked "The Music of the Night" in an excellent bass voice that made everyone shimmy while playing Brahm's Hungarian Dances and made everyone have a little too much to hope for the Holy Carp whom the dwarves all prayed to threatened to unleash the curse of the nutcracker who'd pirouette with the beautiful girl who always carried a lotus and riding on a golden fish and wearing this (<a href="http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110%5B/url%5D">http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110</a>)
So the beautiful girl appeared and turned into a Siren, singing the aria from La Boheme and causing shipwrecks that sank the Titanic and drove men mad and donkeys wild with love. So it came to be that the donkeys fell in love with big feet and red lips and a pet donkey named Max, who sat on a tack. Max had jealousy issues, and the donkeys all decided to trample him to death and leave the body in a state of uncomfortable decay that smelled like strawberry tater tots with butter and cream and sprinkles of perfumed sesame that tasted delicious with fried tofu and golden chopsticks engraved with 'wangba' on them as a warning. While debunking the Justinian Affair, lil' Max read A Day in the Life of Africa. Somehow, his socks turned into a cactus that sang Olive<em>Tree Is My God(dess). Olive</em>Tree was shocked and</p>
<p>So it rained and poured and flooded and deluged and rained pigs and cows; it was a disaster! To find the angle bisector, it was seen as imperative that the old elephant die and let the new elephant eat him so that he would grow limp in the pants. Then I heard Bigfoot, who was quite upset because he felt like he had been forgotten in this story, start to lick the snow only to find out that it was yellow and smelled peculiar like sulfur, and gave him an allergy and he had a convulsion. Phillip swore that he was too anarchist to become a monarchist so he turned fascist and became racist and pluralist, and became polygamous with poltergeists that came from Polaris and polarized his glens and monopolized his mother and whispered to each other. Then purrli came back to Bigfootland and saw that Logisticland had been ruling for too long so she hatched a great plan to bring about his downfall. She was inspired by the works of Sun Tzu and the tactics of Zhu Ge Liang and the laziness of the Dowager Empress and the beauty of Xi Shi and the mercilessness of Mao Zedong and the genius of Sun Wukong and the skills of Jet Li, all combined to make a superb heroine who easily defeated Logistics and baked his minions and minced his onions and cut his bunions and jet him off to Orion while infecting him with a prion at the Priory of the Sion while being bitten by a lion, oi, for 'tis the lion of Zion, who became the scion of Orion and deposited his anions by his cations as he listened to Celine Dion while vacationing in Lyon and collided with an ion that released a positron and antimatter spewed into the lake contaminating it indefinitely and destroying whoever starts the next sentence with "Then". Then, ziggy was destroyed and we all got annoyed because of his masochist attitude. So I swear Logistics has a fixation for QQ because that's the only time he'd ever post on this thread. Ah-ha! Logistics exclaimed, spotting purrli swimming in the lake and fixated on her...so Logistics sank into a depression about his orientation and committed seppuku. On one rainy day Logistics fell down a ravine and landed as a bovine that munched babies for lunch and gave milk to Harvard admissions officers so they accepted him to the class of 2011 because he is so amazingly milky in complexion and was mistaken for a female ghost in the likeness of the wonderful, sensous, brilliant, smooth-talking, suave, clean-shaven porcupine with pointed beards and pointy ears and spoke in an accent that reminisced of gays. Hugh Hefner and other morons who smelled like Boron swam through a sea of oxymorons and was caught by Sauron in a proton shot forth from Princeton and hit the Andes Mountains and splashed over the Fountain of Youth and turned Ponce de Leon into the Emperor's New Groove and turned his armor into a silk dress and his steed into a llama and his men into mice and his den to dice and his logs into lice and his virtues into vice and his rowboats into rice University and his swords into scythes and his eyes into ice and his pies into pith and his senses into Sith and his mistresses (ie purrli) into myth who was lady-like and lithe and wore many beaded pearls extracted from urns that burned and turned and churned and became taciturn ferns that earned a thousand yens which dropped into a thousand dens became a thousand Big Bens that turned into a thousand hens that clucked in their thousand pens who looked like a thousand men with a thousand hydrogens which bonded to a thousand cyanides and made a thousand mols of poison which were fed to helpless mice in Nice with a price of the sacrifice of lice and rice and spice until it will suffice to twice make me italian ice thrice, which doesn't make sense because logistics said so. The giant squid maliciously seized the helpless, hapless, handless, headless, hipless, heartless, hypothalamusless hippopotamus and chewed him to bits and spit out his bones and smeard his flesh until he experienced a thrilling, galvanizing, arousing, electrifying euphoria that oxidized his post count. Feeling down, he decided to write a novel. Inadvertenly, he reduced his Reimann sum, but forgot his teacher didn't teach him the right way to do so. He figured smoking a cigarette would be suffice. Then he found out how important calculating Riemann Sums were to his success in Calculus class, where he had an A and had to snag an A+ and thus win the hand of Miss Harvard 2006. However, being with Miss Harvard 2006 made him very important, and Miss Princeton began to get jealous, and she began to conspire with the very legally blonde Miss Stanford to pit the all too naïve Miss Yale against the dumpy Miss Cornell who cried and was replaced with the Nordic looking Miss Dartmouth in the eye, and screaming to Mrs. Community College (because she was green with envy) to stay away from her man! So Miss Upenn, who was very snotty, decided to get in on the action. She converted to a Quaker and came to Shaker Heights and beat up Julia Shatten. Mrs. Johns Hopkins then decided to dote on his as well and asked her friend, Miss Columbia to set plain Miss Brown up with a handsome Duke, who isn't from the Imperial Ivy Dynasty and therefore dumped plain Miss Brown. Then, Miss University of Chicago got on top of the Sears Tower and shouted that she was ghetto and jumped off. No one cared, so finally the beautiful Miss Northwestern is the sole ruler of Illinois and invited the other Misses to a grand ball where they recited the anthem of Soka University, aka the Four Noble Truths. They then had a feast which lasted until the end of time, which in reality was only two days. After that, they retreated to Logistic's residence and danced to tango the jango, salsa, waltz, and polka. Soon the troop was whisked to sarorah's house 40 years back in time sand everyone saw sarorahs mom and had a picnic in Central Park. They then went shopping at Bergdorf Goodman and bought even more pretty dresses for the lil tramp who came back from the dead to destroy the living fake people and take everyone else to paradise where they enjoyed long walks on the beach. Soon, they had to come back to the present and face the truth <em>dun dun dun</em>: in 24 hours they were all going to receive a ransom note threatening the life of Miss Northwestern who caught hypothermia and went up to her bedroom to warm up some meatloaf when suddenly glass rained down on her bed and two ninjas yelled "Banzai!!!!" Swinging their samurai swords, they proceeded to take all the Misses hostage and would have succeeded if it weren't for the timely entrance of another shady, by the name of slim, who loooooves sushi and pork fried rice and dumplings and chowmein sided with even more chowmein and who was also a good cook because the food she cooked was magical and could transform into laser and burn a hole through the medulla oblongata, the cerebellum, thus causing chaos in A minor. The Misses were safe again and proceeded to hold a tea party in Wonderland with the Mad Hatter, Alice scrambled to make the tea, but she was turned into a short and stout teapot by a jealous, short dwarf that suffered from a case of reverse-gigantism which alienated his half fairy godmother who croaked "The Music of the Night" in an excellent bass voice that made everyone shimmy while playing Brahm's Hungarian Dances and made everyone have a little too much to hope for the Holy Carp whom the dwarves all prayed to threatened to unleash the curse of the nutcracker who'd pirouette with the beautiful girl who always carried a lotus and riding on a golden fish and wearing this (<a href="http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110%5B/url%5D">http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110</a>)
So the beautiful girl appeared and turned into a Siren, singing the aria from La Boheme and causing shipwrecks that sank the Titanic and drove men mad and donkeys wild with love. So it came to be that the donkeys fell in love with big feet and red lips and a pet donkey named Max, who sat on a tack. Max had jealousy issues, and the donkeys all decided to trample him to death and leave the body in a state of uncomfortable decay that smelled like strawberry tater tots with butter and cream and sprinkles of perfumed sesame that tasted delicious with fried tofu and golden chopsticks engraved with 'wangba' on them as a warning. While debunking the Justinian Affair, lil' Max read A Day in the Life of Africa. Somehow, his socks turned into a cactus that sang Olive<em>Tree Is My God(dess). Olive</em>Tree was stupified and turned into an Olive Tree.</p>
<p>So it rained and poured and flooded and deluged and rained pigs and cows; it was a disaster! To find the angle bisector, it was seen as imperative that the old elephant die and let the new elephant eat him so that he would grow limp in the pants. Then I heard Bigfoot, who was quite upset because he felt like he had been forgotten in this story, start to lick the snow only to find out that it was yellow and smelled peculiar like sulfur, and gave him an allergy and he had a convulsion. Phillip swore that he was too anarchist to become a monarchist so he turned fascist and became racist and pluralist, and became polygamous with poltergeists that came from Polaris and polarized his glens and monopolized his mother and whispered to each other. Then purrli came back to Bigfootland and saw that Logisticland had been ruling for too long so she hatched a great plan to bring about his downfall. She was inspired by the works of Sun Tzu and the tactics of Zhu Ge Liang and the laziness of the Dowager Empress and the beauty of Xi Shi and the mercilessness of Mao Zedong and the genius of Sun Wukong and the skills of Jet Li, all combined to make a superb heroine who easily defeated Logistics and baked his minions and minced his onions and cut his bunions and jet him off to Orion while infecting him with a prion at the Priory of the Sion while being bitten by a lion, oi, for 'tis the lion of Zion, who became the scion of Orion and deposited his anions by his cations as he listened to Celine Dion while vacationing in Lyon and collided with an ion that released a positron and antimatter spewed into the lake contaminating it indefinitely and destroying whoever starts the next sentence with "Then". Then, ziggy was destroyed and we all got annoyed because of his masochist attitude. So I swear Logistics has a fixation for QQ because that's the only time he'd ever post on this thread. Ah-ha! Logistics exclaimed, spotting purrli swimming in the lake and fixated on her...so Logistics sank into a depression about his orientation and committed seppuku. On one rainy day Logistics fell down a ravine and landed as a bovine that munched babies for lunch and gave milk to Harvard admissions officers so they accepted him to the class of 2011 because he is so amazingly milky in complexion and was mistaken for a female ghost in the likeness of the wonderful, sensous, brilliant, smooth-talking, suave, clean-shaven porcupine with pointed beards and pointy ears and spoke in an accent that reminisced of gays. Hugh Hefner and other morons who smelled like Boron swam through a sea of oxymorons and was caught by Sauron in a proton shot forth from Princeton and hit the Andes Mountains and splashed over the Fountain of Youth and turned Ponce de Leon into the Emperor's New Groove and turned his armor into a silk dress and his steed into a llama and his men into mice and his den to dice and his logs into lice and his virtues into vice and his rowboats into rice University and his swords into scythes and his eyes into ice and his pies into pith and his senses into Sith and his mistresses (ie purrli) into myth who was lady-like and lithe and wore many beaded pearls extracted from urns that burned and turned and churned and became taciturn ferns that earned a thousand yens which dropped into a thousand dens became a thousand Big Bens that turned into a thousand hens that clucked in their thousand pens who looked like a thousand men with a thousand hydrogens which bonded to a thousand cyanides and made a thousand mols of poison which were fed to helpless mice in Nice with a price of the sacrifice of lice and rice and spice until it will suffice to twice make me italian ice thrice, which doesn't make sense because logistics said so. The giant squid maliciously seized the helpless, hapless, handless, headless, hipless, heartless, hypothalamusless hippopotamus and chewed him to bits and spit out his bones and smeard his flesh until he experienced a thrilling, galvanizing, arousing, electrifying euphoria that oxidized his post count. Feeling down, he decided to write a novel. Inadvertenly, he reduced his Reimann sum, but forgot his teacher didn't teach him the right way to do so. He figured smoking a cigarette would be suffice. Then he found out how important calculating Riemann Sums were to his success in Calculus class, where he had an A and had to snag an A+ and thus win the hand of Miss Harvard 2006. However, being with Miss Harvard 2006 made him very important, and Miss Princeton began to get jealous, and she began to conspire with the very legally blonde Miss Stanford to pit the all too naïve Miss Yale against the dumpy Miss Cornell who cried and was replaced with the Nordic looking Miss Dartmouth in the eye, and screaming to Mrs. Community College (because she was green with envy) to stay away from her man! So Miss Upenn, who was very snotty, decided to get in on the action. She converted to a Quaker and came to Shaker Heights and beat up Julia Shatten. Mrs. Johns Hopkins then decided to dote on his as well and asked her friend, Miss Columbia to set plain Miss Brown up with a handsome Duke, who isn't from the Imperial Ivy Dynasty and therefore dumped plain Miss Brown. Then, Miss University of Chicago got on top of the Sears Tower and shouted that she was ghetto and jumped off. No one cared, so finally the beautiful Miss Northwestern is the sole ruler of Illinois and invited the other Misses to a grand ball where they recited the anthem of Soka University, aka the Four Noble Truths. They then had a feast which lasted until the end of time, which in reality was only two days. After that, they retreated to Logistic's residence and danced to tango the jango, salsa, waltz, and polka. Soon the troop was whisked to sarorah's house 40 years back in time sand everyone saw sarorahs mom and had a picnic in Central Park. They then went shopping at Bergdorf Goodman and bought even more pretty dresses for the lil tramp who came back from the dead to destroy the living fake people and take everyone else to paradise where they enjoyed long walks on the beach. Soon, they had to come back to the present and face the truth <em>dun dun dun</em>: in 24 hours they were all going to receive a ransom note threatening the life of Miss Northwestern who caught hypothermia and went up to her bedroom to warm up some meatloaf when suddenly glass rained down on her bed and two ninjas yelled "Banzai!!!!" Swinging their samurai swords, they proceeded to take all the Misses hostage and would have succeeded if it weren't for the timely entrance of another shady, by the name of slim, who loooooves sushi and pork fried rice and dumplings and chowmein sided with even more chowmein and who was also a good cook because the food she cooked was magical and could transform into laser and burn a hole through the medulla oblongata, the cerebellum, thus causing chaos in A minor. The Misses were safe again and proceeded to hold a tea party in Wonderland with the Mad Hatter, Alice scrambled to make the tea, but she was turned into a short and stout teapot by a jealous, short dwarf that suffered from a case of reverse-gigantism which alienated his half fairy godmother who croaked "The Music of the Night" in an excellent bass voice that made everyone shimmy while playing Brahm's Hungarian Dances and made everyone have a little too much to hope for the Holy Carp whom the dwarves all prayed to threatened to unleash the curse of the nutcracker who'd pirouette with the beautiful girl who always carried a lotus and riding on a golden fish and wearing this (<a href="http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110%5B/url%5D">http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110</a>)
So the beautiful girl appeared and turned into a Siren, singing the aria from La Boheme and causing shipwrecks that sank the Titanic and drove men mad and donkeys wild with love. So it came to be that the donkeys fell in love with big feet and red lips and a pet donkey named Max, who sat on a tack. Max had jealousy issues, and the donkeys all decided to trample him to death and leave the body in a state of uncomfortable decay that smelled like strawberry tater tots with butter and cream and sprinkles of perfumed sesame that tasted delicious with fried tofu and golden chopsticks engraved with 'wangba' on them as a warning. While debunking the Justinian Affair, lil' Max read A Day in the Life of Africa. Somehow, his socks turned into a cactus that sang Olive<em>Tree Is My God(dess). Olive</em>Tree was stupified and turned into an Olive Tree (just like the legend of Apollo and the laurel tree).</p>
<p>So it rained and poured and flooded and deluged and rained pigs and cows; it was a disaster! To find the angle bisector, it was seen as imperative that the old elephant die and let the new elephant eat him so that he would grow limp in the pants. Then I heard Bigfoot, who was quite upset because he felt like he had been forgotten in this story, start to lick the snow only to find out that it was yellow and smelled peculiar like sulfur, and gave him an allergy and he had a convulsion. Phillip swore that he was too anarchist to become a monarchist so he turned fascist and became racist and pluralist, and became polygamous with poltergeists that came from Polaris and polarized his glens and monopolized his mother and whispered to each other. Then purrli came back to Bigfootland and saw that Logisticland had been ruling for too long so she hatched a great plan to bring about his downfall. She was inspired by the works of Sun Tzu and the tactics of Zhu Ge Liang and the laziness of the Dowager Empress and the beauty of Xi Shi and the mercilessness of Mao Zedong and the genius of Sun Wukong and the skills of Jet Li, all combined to make a superb heroine who easily defeated Logistics and baked his minions and minced his onions and cut his bunions and jet him off to Orion while infecting him with a prion at the Priory of the Sion while being bitten by a lion, oi, for 'tis the lion of Zion, who became the scion of Orion and deposited his anions by his cations as he listened to Celine Dion while vacationing in Lyon and collided with an ion that released a positron and antimatter spewed into the lake contaminating it indefinitely and destroying whoever starts the next sentence with "Then". Then, ziggy was destroyed and we all got annoyed because of his masochist attitude. So I swear Logistics has a fixation for QQ because that's the only time he'd ever post on this thread. Ah-ha! Logistics exclaimed, spotting purrli swimming in the lake and fixated on her...so Logistics sank into a depression about his orientation and committed seppuku. On one rainy day Logistics fell down a ravine and landed as a bovine that munched babies for lunch and gave milk to Harvard admissions officers so they accepted him to the class of 2011 because he is so amazingly milky in complexion and was mistaken for a female ghost in the likeness of the wonderful, sensous, brilliant, smooth-talking, suave, clean-shaven porcupine with pointed beards and pointy ears and spoke in an accent that reminisced of gays. Hugh Hefner and other morons who smelled like Boron swam through a sea of oxymorons and was caught by Sauron in a proton shot forth from Princeton and hit the Andes Mountains and splashed over the Fountain of Youth and turned Ponce de Leon into the Emperor's New Groove and turned his armor into a silk dress and his steed into a llama and his men into mice and his den to dice and his logs into lice and his virtues into vice and his rowboats into rice University and his swords into scythes and his eyes into ice and his pies into pith and his senses into Sith and his mistresses (ie purrli) into myth who was lady-like and lithe and wore many beaded pearls extracted from urns that burned and turned and churned and became taciturn ferns that earned a thousand yens which dropped into a thousand dens became a thousand Big Bens that turned into a thousand hens that clucked in their thousand pens who looked like a thousand men with a thousand hydrogens which bonded to a thousand cyanides and made a thousand mols of poison which were fed to helpless mice in Nice with a price of the sacrifice of lice and rice and spice until it will suffice to twice make me italian ice thrice, which doesn't make sense because logistics said so. The giant squid maliciously seized the helpless, hapless, handless, headless, hipless, heartless, hypothalamusless hippopotamus and chewed him to bits and spit out his bones and smeard his flesh until he experienced a thrilling, galvanizing, arousing, electrifying euphoria that oxidized his post count. Feeling down, he decided to write a novel. Inadvertenly, he reduced his Reimann sum, but forgot his teacher didn't teach him the right way to do so. He figured smoking a cigarette would be suffice. Then he found out how important calculating Riemann Sums were to his success in Calculus class, where he had an A and had to snag an A+ and thus win the hand of Miss Harvard 2006. However, being with Miss Harvard 2006 made him very important, and Miss Princeton began to get jealous, and she began to conspire with the very legally blonde Miss Stanford to pit the all too naïve Miss Yale against the dumpy Miss Cornell who cried and was replaced with the Nordic looking Miss Dartmouth in the eye, and screaming to Mrs. Community College (because she was green with envy) to stay away from her man! So Miss Upenn, who was very snotty, decided to get in on the action. She converted to a Quaker and came to Shaker Heights and beat up Julia Shatten. Mrs. Johns Hopkins then decided to dote on his as well and asked her friend, Miss Columbia to set plain Miss Brown up with a handsome Duke, who isn't from the Imperial Ivy Dynasty and therefore dumped plain Miss Brown. Then, Miss University of Chicago got on top of the Sears Tower and shouted that she was ghetto and jumped off. No one cared, so finally the beautiful Miss Northwestern is the sole ruler of Illinois and invited the other Misses to a grand ball where they recited the anthem of Soka University, aka the Four Noble Truths. They then had a feast which lasted until the end of time, which in reality was only two days. After that, they retreated to Logistic's residence and danced to tango the jango, salsa, waltz, and polka. Soon the troop was whisked to sarorah's house 40 years back in time sand everyone saw sarorahs mom and had a picnic in Central Park. They then went shopping at Bergdorf Goodman and bought even more pretty dresses for the lil tramp who came back from the dead to destroy the living fake people and take everyone else to paradise where they enjoyed long walks on the beach. Soon, they had to come back to the present and face the truth <em>dun dun dun</em>: in 24 hours they were all going to receive a ransom note threatening the life of Miss Northwestern who caught hypothermia and went up to her bedroom to warm up some meatloaf when suddenly glass rained down on her bed and two ninjas yelled "Banzai!!!!" Swinging their samurai swords, they proceeded to take all the Misses hostage and would have succeeded if it weren't for the timely entrance of another shady, by the name of slim, who loooooves sushi and pork fried rice and dumplings and chowmein sided with even more chowmein and who was also a good cook because the food she cooked was magical and could transform into laser and burn a hole through the medulla oblongata, the cerebellum, thus causing chaos in A minor. The Misses were safe again and proceeded to hold a tea party in Wonderland with the Mad Hatter, Alice scrambled to make the tea, but she was turned into a short and stout teapot by a jealous, short dwarf that suffered from a case of reverse-gigantism which alienated his half fairy godmother who croaked "The Music of the Night" in an excellent bass voice that made everyone shimmy while playing Brahm's Hungarian Dances and made everyone have a little too much to hope for the Holy Carp whom the dwarves all prayed to threatened to unleash the curse of the nutcracker who'd pirouette with the beautiful girl who always carried a lotus and riding on a golden fish and wearing this (<a href="http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110%5B/url%5D">http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110</a>)
So the beautiful girl appeared and turned into a Siren, singing the aria from La Boheme and causing shipwrecks that sank the Titanic and drove men mad and donkeys wild with love. So it came to be that the donkeys fell in love with big feet and red lips and a pet donkey named Max, who sat on a tack. Max had jealousy issues, and the donkeys all decided to trample him to death and leave the body in a state of uncomfortable decay that smelled like strawberry tater tots with butter and cream and sprinkles of perfumed sesame that tasted delicious with fried tofu and golden chopsticks engraved with 'wangba' on them as a warning. While debunking the Justinian Affair, lil' Max read A Day in the Life of Africa. Somehow, his socks turned into a cactus that sang Olive<em>Tree Is My God(dess). Olive</em>Tree was stupified and turned into an Olive Tree (just like the legend of Apollo and the laurel tree). The tree fell on Justinian</p>
<p>So it rained and poured and flooded and deluged and rained pigs and cows; it was a disaster! To find the angle bisector, it was seen as imperative that the old elephant die and let the new elephant eat him so that he would grow limp in the pants. Then I heard Bigfoot, who was quite upset because he felt like he had been forgotten in this story, start to lick the snow only to find out that it was yellow and smelled peculiar like sulfur, and gave him an allergy and he had a convulsion. Phillip swore that he was too anarchist to become a monarchist so he turned fascist and became racist and pluralist, and became polygamous with poltergeists that came from Polaris and polarized his glens and monopolized his mother and whispered to each other. Then purrli came back to Bigfootland and saw that Logisticland had been ruling for too long so she hatched a great plan to bring about his downfall. She was inspired by the works of Sun Tzu and the tactics of Zhu Ge Liang and the laziness of the Dowager Empress and the beauty of Xi Shi and the mercilessness of Mao Zedong and the genius of Sun Wukong and the skills of Jet Li, all combined to make a superb heroine who easily defeated Logistics and baked his minions and minced his onions and cut his bunions and jet him off to Orion while infecting him with a prion at the Priory of the Sion while being bitten by a lion, oi, for 'tis the lion of Zion, who became the scion of Orion and deposited his anions by his cations as he listened to Celine Dion while vacationing in Lyon and collided with an ion that released a positron and antimatter spewed into the lake contaminating it indefinitely and destroying whoever starts the next sentence with "Then". Then, ziggy was destroyed and we all got annoyed because of his masochist attitude. So I swear Logistics has a fixation for QQ because that's the only time he'd ever post on this thread. Ah-ha! Logistics exclaimed, spotting purrli swimming in the lake and fixated on her...so Logistics sank into a depression about his orientation and committed seppuku. On one rainy day Logistics fell down a ravine and landed as a bovine that munched babies for lunch and gave milk to Harvard admissions officers so they accepted him to the class of 2011 because he is so amazingly milky in complexion and was mistaken for a female ghost in the likeness of the wonderful, sensous, brilliant, smooth-talking, suave, clean-shaven porcupine with pointed beards and pointy ears and spoke in an accent that reminisced of gays. Hugh Hefner and other morons who smelled like Boron swam through a sea of oxymorons and was caught by Sauron in a proton shot forth from Princeton and hit the Andes Mountains and splashed over the Fountain of Youth and turned Ponce de Leon into the Emperor's New Groove and turned his armor into a silk dress and his steed into a llama and his men into mice and his den to dice and his logs into lice and his virtues into vice and his rowboats into rice University and his swords into scythes and his eyes into ice and his pies into pith and his senses into Sith and his mistresses (ie purrli) into myth who was lady-like and lithe and wore many beaded pearls extracted from urns that burned and turned and churned and became taciturn ferns that earned a thousand yens which dropped into a thousand dens became a thousand Big Bens that turned into a thousand hens that clucked in their thousand pens who looked like a thousand men with a thousand hydrogens which bonded to a thousand cyanides and made a thousand mols of poison which were fed to helpless mice in Nice with a price of the sacrifice of lice and rice and spice until it will suffice to twice make me italian ice thrice, which doesn't make sense because logistics said so. The giant squid maliciously seized the helpless, hapless, handless, headless, hipless, heartless, hypothalamusless hippopotamus and chewed him to bits and spit out his bones and smeard his flesh until he experienced a thrilling, galvanizing, arousing, electrifying euphoria that oxidized his post count. Feeling down, he decided to write a novel. Inadvertenly, he reduced his Reimann sum, but forgot his teacher didn't teach him the right way to do so. He figured smoking a cigarette would be suffice. Then he found out how important calculating Riemann Sums were to his success in Calculus class, where he had an A and had to snag an A+ and thus win the hand of Miss Harvard 2006. However, being with Miss Harvard 2006 made him very important, and Miss Princeton began to get jealous, and she began to conspire with the very legally blonde Miss Stanford to pit the all too naïve Miss Yale against the dumpy Miss Cornell who cried and was replaced with the Nordic looking Miss Dartmouth in the eye, and screaming to Mrs. Community College (because she was green with envy) to stay away from her man! So Miss Upenn, who was very snotty, decided to get in on the action. She converted to a Quaker and came to Shaker Heights and beat up Julia Shatten. Mrs. Johns Hopkins then decided to dote on his as well and asked her friend, Miss Columbia to set plain Miss Brown up with a handsome Duke, who isn't from the Imperial Ivy Dynasty and therefore dumped plain Miss Brown. Then, Miss University of Chicago got on top of the Sears Tower and shouted that she was ghetto and jumped off. No one cared, so finally the beautiful Miss Northwestern is the sole ruler of Illinois and invited the other Misses to a grand ball where they recited the anthem of Soka University, aka the Four Noble Truths. They then had a feast which lasted until the end of time, which in reality was only two days. After that, they retreated to Logistic's residence and danced to tango the jango, salsa, waltz, and polka. Soon the troop was whisked to sarorah's house 40 years back in time sand everyone saw sarorahs mom and had a picnic in Central Park. They then went shopping at Bergdorf Goodman and bought even more pretty dresses for the lil tramp who came back from the dead to destroy the living fake people and take everyone else to paradise where they enjoyed long walks on the beach. Soon, they had to come back to the present and face the truth <em>dun dun dun</em>: in 24 hours they were all going to receive a ransom note threatening the life of Miss Northwestern who caught hypothermia and went up to her bedroom to warm up some meatloaf when suddenly glass rained down on her bed and two ninjas yelled "Banzai!!!!" Swinging their samurai swords, they proceeded to take all the Misses hostage and would have succeeded if it weren't for the timely entrance of another shady, by the name of slim, who loooooves sushi and pork fried rice and dumplings and chowmein sided with even more chowmein and who was also a good cook because the food she cooked was magical and could transform into laser and burn a hole through the medulla oblongata, the cerebellum, thus causing chaos in A minor. The Misses were safe again and proceeded to hold a tea party in Wonderland with the Mad Hatter, Alice scrambled to make the tea, but she was turned into a short and stout teapot by a jealous, short dwarf that suffered from a case of reverse-gigantism which alienated his half fairy godmother who croaked "The Music of the Night" in an excellent bass voice that made everyone shimmy while playing Brahm's Hungarian Dances and made everyone have a little too much to hope for the Holy Carp whom the dwarves all prayed to threatened to unleash the curse of the nutcracker who'd pirouette with the beautiful girl who always carried a lotus and riding on a golden fish and wearing this (<a href="http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110%5B/url%5D">http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110</a>)
So the beautiful girl appeared and turned into a Siren, singing the aria from La Boheme and causing shipwrecks that sank the Titanic and drove men mad and donkeys wild with love. So it came to be that the donkeys fell in love with big feet and red lips and a pet donkey named Max, who sat on a tack. Max had jealousy issues, and the donkeys all decided to trample him to death and leave the body in a state of uncomfortable decay that smelled like strawberry tater tots with butter and cream and sprinkles of perfumed sesame that tasted delicious with fried tofu and golden chopsticks engraved with 'wangba' on them as a warning. While debunking the Justinian Affair, lil' Max read A Day in the Life of Africa. Somehow, his socks turned into a cactus that sang Olive<em>Tree Is My God(dess). Olive</em>Tree was stupified and turned into an Olive Tree (just like the legend of Apollo and the laurel tree). The cactus begged</p>
<p>So it rained and poured and flooded and deluged and rained pigs and cows; it was a disaster! To find the angle bisector, it was seen as imperative that the old elephant die and let the new elephant eat him so that he would grow limp in the pants. Then I heard Bigfoot, who was quite upset because he felt like he had been forgotten in this story, start to lick the snow only to find out that it was yellow and smelled peculiar like sulfur, and gave him an allergy and he had a convulsion. Phillip swore that he was too anarchist to become a monarchist so he turned fascist and became racist and pluralist, and became polygamous with poltergeists that came from Polaris and polarized his glens and monopolized his mother and whispered to each other. Then purrli came back to Bigfootland and saw that Logisticland had been ruling for too long so she hatched a great plan to bring about his downfall. She was inspired by the works of Sun Tzu and the tactics of Zhu Ge Liang and the laziness of the Dowager Empress and the beauty of Xi Shi and the mercilessness of Mao Zedong and the genius of Sun Wukong and the skills of Jet Li, all combined to make a superb heroine who easily defeated Logistics and baked his minions and minced his onions and cut his bunions and jet him off to Orion while infecting him with a prion at the Priory of the Sion while being bitten by a lion, oi, for 'tis the lion of Zion, who became the scion of Orion and deposited his anions by his cations as he listened to Celine Dion while vacationing in Lyon and collided with an ion that released a positron and antimatter spewed into the lake contaminating it indefinitely and destroying whoever starts the next sentence with "Then". Then, ziggy was destroyed and we all got annoyed because of his masochist attitude. So I swear Logistics has a fixation for QQ because that's the only time he'd ever post on this thread. Ah-ha! Logistics exclaimed, spotting purrli swimming in the lake and fixated on her...so Logistics sank into a depression about his orientation and committed seppuku. On one rainy day Logistics fell down a ravine and landed as a bovine that munched babies for lunch and gave milk to Harvard admissions officers so they accepted him to the class of 2011 because he is so amazingly milky in complexion and was mistaken for a female ghost in the likeness of the wonderful, sensous, brilliant, smooth-talking, suave, clean-shaven porcupine with pointed beards and pointy ears and spoke in an accent that reminisced of gays. Hugh Hefner and other morons who smelled like Boron swam through a sea of oxymorons and was caught by Sauron in a proton shot forth from Princeton and hit the Andes Mountains and splashed over the Fountain of Youth and turned Ponce de Leon into the Emperor's New Groove and turned his armor into a silk dress and his steed into a llama and his men into mice and his den to dice and his logs into lice and his virtues into vice and his rowboats into rice University and his swords into scythes and his eyes into ice and his pies into pith and his senses into Sith and his mistresses (ie purrli) into myth who was lady-like and lithe and wore many beaded pearls extracted from urns that burned and turned and churned and became taciturn ferns that earned a thousand yens which dropped into a thousand dens became a thousand Big Bens that turned into a thousand hens that clucked in their thousand pens who looked like a thousand men with a thousand hydrogens which bonded to a thousand cyanides and made a thousand mols of poison which were fed to helpless mice in Nice with a price of the sacrifice of lice and rice and spice until it will suffice to twice make me italian ice thrice, which doesn't make sense because logistics said so. The giant squid maliciously seized the helpless, hapless, handless, headless, hipless, heartless, hypothalamusless hippopotamus and chewed him to bits and spit out his bones and smeard his flesh until he experienced a thrilling, galvanizing, arousing, electrifying euphoria that oxidized his post count. Feeling down, he decided to write a novel. Inadvertenly, he reduced his Reimann sum, but forgot his teacher didn't teach him the right way to do so. He figured smoking a cigarette would be suffice. Then he found out how important calculating Riemann Sums were to his success in Calculus class, where he had an A and had to snag an A+ and thus win the hand of Miss Harvard 2006. However, being with Miss Harvard 2006 made him very important, and Miss Princeton began to get jealous, and she began to conspire with the very legally blonde Miss Stanford to pit the all too naïve Miss Yale against the dumpy Miss Cornell who cried and was replaced with the Nordic looking Miss Dartmouth in the eye, and screaming to Mrs. Community College (because she was green with envy) to stay away from her man! So Miss Upenn, who was very snotty, decided to get in on the action. She converted to a Quaker and came to Shaker Heights and beat up Julia Shatten. Mrs. Johns Hopkins then decided to dote on his as well and asked her friend, Miss Columbia to set plain Miss Brown up with a handsome Duke, who isn't from the Imperial Ivy Dynasty and therefore dumped plain Miss Brown. Then, Miss University of Chicago got on top of the Sears Tower and shouted that she was ghetto and jumped off. No one cared, so finally the beautiful Miss Northwestern is the sole ruler of Illinois and invited the other Misses to a grand ball where they recited the anthem of Soka University, aka the Four Noble Truths. They then had a feast which lasted until the end of time, which in reality was only two days. After that, they retreated to Logistic's residence and danced to tango the jango, salsa, waltz, and polka. Soon the troop was whisked to sarorah's house 40 years back in time sand everyone saw sarorahs mom and had a picnic in Central Park. They then went shopping at Bergdorf Goodman and bought even more pretty dresses for the lil tramp who came back from the dead to destroy the living fake people and take everyone else to paradise where they enjoyed long walks on the beach. Soon, they had to come back to the present and face the truth <em>dun dun dun</em>: in 24 hours they were all going to receive a ransom note threatening the life of Miss Northwestern who caught hypothermia and went up to her bedroom to warm up some meatloaf when suddenly glass rained down on her bed and two ninjas yelled "Banzai!!!!" Swinging their samurai swords, they proceeded to take all the Misses hostage and would have succeeded if it weren't for the timely entrance of another shady, by the name of slim, who loooooves sushi and pork fried rice and dumplings and chowmein sided with even more chowmein and who was also a good cook because the food she cooked was magical and could transform into laser and burn a hole through the medulla oblongata, the cerebellum, thus causing chaos in A minor. The Misses were safe again and proceeded to hold a tea party in Wonderland with the Mad Hatter, Alice scrambled to make the tea, but she was turned into a short and stout teapot by a jealous, short dwarf that suffered from a case of reverse-gigantism which alienated his half fairy godmother who croaked "The Music of the Night" in an excellent bass voice that made everyone shimmy while playing Brahm's Hungarian Dances and made everyone have a little too much to hope for the Holy Carp whom the dwarves all prayed to threatened to unleash the curse of the nutcracker who'd pirouette with the beautiful girl who always carried a lotus and riding on a golden fish and wearing this (<a href="http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110%5B/url%5D">http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110</a>)
So the beautiful girl appeared and turned into a Siren, singing the aria from La Boheme and causing shipwrecks that sank the Titanic and drove men mad and donkeys wild with love. So it came to be that the donkeys fell in love with big feet and red lips and a pet donkey named Max, who sat on a tack. Max had jealousy issues, and the donkeys all decided to trample him to death and leave the body in a state of uncomfortable decay that smelled like strawberry tater tots with butter and cream and sprinkles of perfumed sesame that tasted delicious with fried tofu and golden chopsticks engraved with 'wangba' on them as a warning. While debunking the Justinian Affair, lil' Max read A Day in the Life of Africa. Somehow, his socks turned into a cactus that sang Olive<em>Tree Is My God(dess). Olive</em>Tree was stupified and turned into an Olive Tree (just like the legend of Apollo and the laurel tree). Justinian the cactus begged the Devil</p>
<p>So it rained and poured and flooded and deluged and rained pigs and cows; it was a disaster! To find the angle bisector, it was seen as imperative that the old elephant die and let the new elephant eat him so that he would grow limp in the pants. Then I heard Bigfoot, who was quite upset because he felt like he had been forgotten in this story, start to lick the snow only to find out that it was yellow and smelled peculiar like sulfur, and gave him an allergy and he had a convulsion. Phillip swore that he was too anarchist to become a monarchist so he turned fascist and became racist and pluralist, and became polygamous with poltergeists that came from Polaris and polarized his glens and monopolized his mother and whispered to each other. Then purrli came back to Bigfootland and saw that Logisticland had been ruling for too long so she hatched a great plan to bring about his downfall. She was inspired by the works of Sun Tzu and the tactics of Zhu Ge Liang and the laziness of the Dowager Empress and the beauty of Xi Shi and the mercilessness of Mao Zedong and the genius of Sun Wukong and the skills of Jet Li, all combined to make a superb heroine who easily defeated Logistics and baked his minions and minced his onions and cut his bunions and jet him off to Orion while infecting him with a prion at the Priory of the Sion while being bitten by a lion, oi, for 'tis the lion of Zion, who became the scion of Orion and deposited his anions by his cations as he listened to Celine Dion while vacationing in Lyon and collided with an ion that released a positron and antimatter spewed into the lake contaminating it indefinitely and destroying whoever starts the next sentence with "Then". Then, ziggy was destroyed and we all got annoyed because of his masochist attitude. So I swear Logistics has a fixation for QQ because that's the only time he'd ever post on this thread. Ah-ha! Logistics exclaimed, spotting purrli swimming in the lake and fixated on her...so Logistics sank into a depression about his orientation and committed seppuku. On one rainy day Logistics fell down a ravine and landed as a bovine that munched babies for lunch and gave milk to Harvard admissions officers so they accepted him to the class of 2011 because he is so amazingly milky in complexion and was mistaken for a female ghost in the likeness of the wonderful, sensous, brilliant, smooth-talking, suave, clean-shaven porcupine with pointed beards and pointy ears and spoke in an accent that reminisced of gays. Hugh Hefner and other morons who smelled like Boron swam through a sea of oxymorons and was caught by Sauron in a proton shot forth from Princeton and hit the Andes Mountains and splashed over the Fountain of Youth and turned Ponce de Leon into the Emperor's New Groove and turned his armor into a silk dress and his steed into a llama and his men into mice and his den to dice and his logs into lice and his virtues into vice and his rowboats into rice University and his swords into scythes and his eyes into ice and his pies into pith and his senses into Sith and his mistresses (ie purrli) into myth who was lady-like and lithe and wore many beaded pearls extracted from urns that burned and turned and churned and became taciturn ferns that earned a thousand yens which dropped into a thousand dens became a thousand Big Bens that turned into a thousand hens that clucked in their thousand pens who looked like a thousand men with a thousand hydrogens which bonded to a thousand cyanides and made a thousand mols of poison which were fed to helpless mice in Nice with a price of the sacrifice of lice and rice and spice until it will suffice to twice make me italian ice thrice, which doesn't make sense because logistics said so. The giant squid maliciously seized the helpless, hapless, handless, headless, hipless, heartless, hypothalamusless hippopotamus and chewed him to bits and spit out his bones and smeard his flesh until he experienced a thrilling, galvanizing, arousing, electrifying euphoria that oxidized his post count. Feeling down, he decided to write a novel. Inadvertenly, he reduced his Reimann sum, but forgot his teacher didn't teach him the right way to do so. He figured smoking a cigarette would be suffice. Then he found out how important calculating Riemann Sums were to his success in Calculus class, where he had an A and had to snag an A+ and thus win the hand of Miss Harvard 2006. However, being with Miss Harvard 2006 made him very important, and Miss Princeton began to get jealous, and she began to conspire with the very legally blonde Miss Stanford to pit the all too naïve Miss Yale against the dumpy Miss Cornell who cried and was replaced with the Nordic looking Miss Dartmouth in the eye, and screaming to Mrs. Community College (because she was green with envy) to stay away from her man! So Miss Upenn, who was very snotty, decided to get in on the action. She converted to a Quaker and came to Shaker Heights and beat up Julia Shatten. Mrs. Johns Hopkins then decided to dote on his as well and asked her friend, Miss Columbia to set plain Miss Brown up with a handsome Duke, who isn't from the Imperial Ivy Dynasty and therefore dumped plain Miss Brown. Then, Miss University of Chicago got on top of the Sears Tower and shouted that she was ghetto and jumped off. No one cared, so finally the beautiful Miss Northwestern is the sole ruler of Illinois and invited the other Misses to a grand ball where they recited the anthem of Soka University, aka the Four Noble Truths. They then had a feast which lasted until the end of time, which in reality was only two days. After that, they retreated to Logistic's residence and danced to tango the jango, salsa, waltz, and polka. Soon the troop was whisked to sarorah's house 40 years back in time sand everyone saw sarorahs mom and had a picnic in Central Park. They then went shopping at Bergdorf Goodman and bought even more pretty dresses for the lil tramp who came back from the dead to destroy the living fake people and take everyone else to paradise where they enjoyed long walks on the beach. Soon, they had to come back to the present and face the truth <em>dun dun dun</em>: in 24 hours they were all going to receive a ransom note threatening the life of Miss Northwestern who caught hypothermia and went up to her bedroom to warm up some meatloaf when suddenly glass rained down on her bed and two ninjas yelled "Banzai!!!!" Swinging their samurai swords, they proceeded to take all the Misses hostage and would have succeeded if it weren't for the timely entrance of another shady, by the name of slim, who loooooves sushi and pork fried rice and dumplings and chowmein sided with even more chowmein and who was also a good cook because the food she cooked was magical and could transform into laser and burn a hole through the medulla oblongata, the cerebellum, thus causing chaos in A minor. The Misses were safe again and proceeded to hold a tea party in Wonderland with the Mad Hatter, Alice scrambled to make the tea, but she was turned into a short and stout teapot by a jealous, short dwarf that suffered from a case of reverse-gigantism which alienated his half fairy godmother who croaked "The Music of the Night" in an excellent bass voice that made everyone shimmy while playing Brahm's Hungarian Dances and made everyone have a little too much to hope for the Holy Carp whom the dwarves all prayed to threatened to unleash the curse of the nutcracker who'd pirouette with the beautiful girl who always carried a lotus and riding on a golden fish and wearing this (<a href="http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110%5B/url%5D">http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110</a>)
So the beautiful girl appeared and turned into a Siren, singing the aria from La Boheme and causing shipwrecks that sank the Titanic and drove men mad and donkeys wild with love. So it came to be that the donkeys fell in love with big feet and red lips and a pet donkey named Max, who sat on a tack. Max had jealousy issues, and the donkeys all decided to trample him to death and leave the body in a state of uncomfortable decay that smelled like strawberry tater tots with butter and cream and sprinkles of perfumed sesame that tasted delicious with fried tofu and golden chopsticks engraved with 'wangba' on them as a warning. While debunking the Justinian Affair, lil' Max read A Day in the Life of Africa. Somehow, his socks turned into a cactus that sang Olive<em>Tree Is My God(dess). Olive</em>Tree was stupified and turned into an Olive Tree (just like the legend of Apollo and the laurel tree). Justinian the cactus begged the Devil to be</p>
<p>So it rained and poured and flooded and deluged and rained pigs and cows; it was a disaster! To find the angle bisector, it was seen as imperative that the old elephant die and let the new elephant eat him so that he would grow limp in the pants. Then I heard Bigfoot, who was quite upset because he felt like he had been forgotten in this story, start to lick the snow only to find out that it was yellow and smelled peculiar like sulfur, and gave him an allergy and he had a convulsion. Phillip swore that he was too anarchist to become a monarchist so he turned fascist and became racist and pluralist, and became polygamous with poltergeists that came from Polaris and polarized his glens and monopolized his mother and whispered to each other. Then purrli came back to Bigfootland and saw that Logisticland had been ruling for too long so she hatched a great plan to bring about his downfall. She was inspired by the works of Sun Tzu and the tactics of Zhu Ge Liang and the laziness of the Dowager Empress and the beauty of Xi Shi and the mercilessness of Mao Zedong and the genius of Sun Wukong and the skills of Jet Li, all combined to make a superb heroine who easily defeated Logistics and baked his minions and minced his onions and cut his bunions and jet him off to Orion while infecting him with a prion at the Priory of the Sion while being bitten by a lion, oi, for 'tis the lion of Zion, who became the scion of Orion and deposited his anions by his cations as he listened to Celine Dion while vacationing in Lyon and collided with an ion that released a positron and antimatter spewed into the lake contaminating it indefinitely and destroying whoever starts the next sentence with "Then". Then, ziggy was destroyed and we all got annoyed because of his masochist attitude. So I swear Logistics has a fixation for QQ because that's the only time he'd ever post on this thread. Ah-ha! Logistics exclaimed, spotting purrli swimming in the lake and fixated on her...so Logistics sank into a depression about his orientation and committed seppuku. On one rainy day Logistics fell down a ravine and landed as a bovine that munched babies for lunch and gave milk to Harvard admissions officers so they accepted him to the class of 2011 because he is so amazingly milky in complexion and was mistaken for a female ghost in the likeness of the wonderful, sensous, brilliant, smooth-talking, suave, clean-shaven porcupine with pointed beards and pointy ears and spoke in an accent that reminisced of gays. Hugh Hefner and other morons who smelled like Boron swam through a sea of oxymorons and was caught by Sauron in a proton shot forth from Princeton and hit the Andes Mountains and splashed over the Fountain of Youth and turned Ponce de Leon into the Emperor's New Groove and turned his armor into a silk dress and his steed into a llama and his men into mice and his den to dice and his logs into lice and his virtues into vice and his rowboats into rice University and his swords into scythes and his eyes into ice and his pies into pith and his senses into Sith and his mistresses (ie purrli) into myth who was lady-like and lithe and wore many beaded pearls extracted from urns that burned and turned and churned and became taciturn ferns that earned a thousand yens which dropped into a thousand dens became a thousand Big Bens that turned into a thousand hens that clucked in their thousand pens who looked like a thousand men with a thousand hydrogens which bonded to a thousand cyanides and made a thousand mols of poison which were fed to helpless mice in Nice with a price of the sacrifice of lice and rice and spice until it will suffice to twice make me italian ice thrice, which doesn't make sense because logistics said so. The giant squid maliciously seized the helpless, hapless, handless, headless, hipless, heartless, hypothalamusless hippopotamus and chewed him to bits and spit out his bones and smeard his flesh until he experienced a thrilling, galvanizing, arousing, electrifying euphoria that oxidized his post count. Feeling down, he decided to write a novel. Inadvertenly, he reduced his Reimann sum, but forgot his teacher didn't teach him the right way to do so. He figured smoking a cigarette would be suffice. Then he found out how important calculating Riemann Sums were to his success in Calculus class, where he had an A and had to snag an A+ and thus win the hand of Miss Harvard 2006. However, being with Miss Harvard 2006 made him very important, and Miss Princeton began to get jealous, and she began to conspire with the very legally blonde Miss Stanford to pit the all too naïve Miss Yale against the dumpy Miss Cornell who cried and was replaced with the Nordic looking Miss Dartmouth in the eye, and screaming to Mrs. Community College (because she was green with envy) to stay away from her man! So Miss Upenn, who was very snotty, decided to get in on the action. She converted to a Quaker and came to Shaker Heights and beat up Julia Shatten. Mrs. Johns Hopkins then decided to dote on his as well and asked her friend, Miss Columbia to set plain Miss Brown up with a handsome Duke, who isn't from the Imperial Ivy Dynasty and therefore dumped plain Miss Brown. Then, Miss University of Chicago got on top of the Sears Tower and shouted that she was ghetto and jumped off. No one cared, so finally the beautiful Miss Northwestern is the sole ruler of Illinois and invited the other Misses to a grand ball where they recited the anthem of Soka University, aka the Four Noble Truths. They then had a feast which lasted until the end of time, which in reality was only two days. After that, they retreated to Logistic's residence and danced to tango the jango, salsa, waltz, and polka. Soon the troop was whisked to sarorah's house 40 years back in time sand everyone saw sarorahs mom and had a picnic in Central Park. They then went shopping at Bergdorf Goodman and bought even more pretty dresses for the lil tramp who came back from the dead to destroy the living fake people and take everyone else to paradise where they enjoyed long walks on the beach. Soon, they had to come back to the present and face the truth <em>dun dun dun</em>: in 24 hours they were all going to receive a ransom note threatening the life of Miss Northwestern who caught hypothermia and went up to her bedroom to warm up some meatloaf when suddenly glass rained down on her bed and two ninjas yelled "Banzai!!!!" Swinging their samurai swords, they proceeded to take all the Misses hostage and would have succeeded if it weren't for the timely entrance of another shady, by the name of slim, who loooooves sushi and pork fried rice and dumplings and chowmein sided with even more chowmein and who was also a good cook because the food she cooked was magical and could transform into laser and burn a hole through the medulla oblongata, the cerebellum, thus causing chaos in A minor. The Misses were safe again and proceeded to hold a tea party in Wonderland with the Mad Hatter, Alice scrambled to make the tea, but she was turned into a short and stout teapot by a jealous, short dwarf that suffered from a case of reverse-gigantism which alienated his half fairy godmother who croaked "The Music of the Night" in an excellent bass voice that made everyone shimmy while playing Brahm's Hungarian Dances and made everyone have a little too much to hope for the Holy Carp whom the dwarves all prayed to threatened to unleash the curse of the nutcracker who'd pirouette with the beautiful girl who always carried a lotus and riding on a golden fish and wearing this (<a href="http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110%5B/url%5D">http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110</a>)
So the beautiful girl appeared and turned into a Siren, singing the aria from La Boheme and causing shipwrecks that sank the Titanic and drove men mad and donkeys wild with love. So it came to be that the donkeys fell in love with big feet and red lips and a pet donkey named Max, who sat on a tack. Max had jealousy issues, and the donkeys all decided to trample him to death and leave the body in a state of uncomfortable decay that smelled like strawberry tater tots with butter and cream and sprinkles of perfumed sesame that tasted delicious with fried tofu and golden chopsticks engraved with 'wangba' on them as a warning. While debunking the Justinian Affair, lil' Max read A Day in the Life of Africa. Somehow, his socks turned into a cactus that sang Olive<em>Tree Is My God(dess). Olive</em>Tree was stupified and turned into an Olive Tree (just like the legend of Apollo and the laurel tree). Justinian the cactus begged the Devil to be his pollen</p>
<p>So it rained and poured and flooded and deluged and rained pigs and cows; it was a disaster! To find the angle bisector, it was seen as imperative that the old elephant die and let the new elephant eat him so that he would grow limp in the pants. Then I heard Bigfoot, who was quite upset because he felt like he had been forgotten in this story, start to lick the snow only to find out that it was yellow and smelled peculiar like sulfur, and gave him an allergy and he had a convulsion. Phillip swore that he was too anarchist to become a monarchist so he turned fascist and became racist and pluralist, and became polygamous with poltergeists that came from Polaris and polarized his glens and monopolized his mother and whispered to each other. Then purrli came back to Bigfootland and saw that Logisticland had been ruling for too long so she hatched a great plan to bring about his downfall. She was inspired by the works of Sun Tzu and the tactics of Zhu Ge Liang and the laziness of the Dowager Empress and the beauty of Xi Shi and the mercilessness of Mao Zedong and the genius of Sun Wukong and the skills of Jet Li, all combined to make a superb heroine who easily defeated Logistics and baked his minions and minced his onions and cut his bunions and jet him off to Orion while infecting him with a prion at the Priory of the Sion while being bitten by a lion, oi, for 'tis the lion of Zion, who became the scion of Orion and deposited his anions by his cations as he listened to Celine Dion while vacationing in Lyon and collided with an ion that released a positron and antimatter spewed into the lake contaminating it indefinitely and destroying whoever starts the next sentence with "Then". Then, ziggy was destroyed and we all got annoyed because of his masochist attitude. So I swear Logistics has a fixation for QQ because that's the only time he'd ever post on this thread. Ah-ha! Logistics exclaimed, spotting purrli swimming in the lake and fixated on her...so Logistics sank into a depression about his orientation and committed seppuku. On one rainy day Logistics fell down a ravine and landed as a bovine that munched babies for lunch and gave milk to Harvard admissions officers so they accepted him to the class of 2011 because he is so amazingly milky in complexion and was mistaken for a female ghost in the likeness of the wonderful, sensous, brilliant, smooth-talking, suave, clean-shaven porcupine with pointed beards and pointy ears and spoke in an accent that reminisced of gays. Hugh Hefner and other morons who smelled like Boron swam through a sea of oxymorons and was caught by Sauron in a proton shot forth from Princeton and hit the Andes Mountains and splashed over the Fountain of Youth and turned Ponce de Leon into the Emperor's New Groove and turned his armor into a silk dress and his steed into a llama and his men into mice and his den to dice and his logs into lice and his virtues into vice and his rowboats into rice University and his swords into scythes and his eyes into ice and his pies into pith and his senses into Sith and his mistresses (ie purrli) into myth who was lady-like and lithe and wore many beaded pearls extracted from urns that burned and turned and churned and became taciturn ferns that earned a thousand yens which dropped into a thousand dens became a thousand Big Bens that turned into a thousand hens that clucked in their thousand pens who looked like a thousand men with a thousand hydrogens which bonded to a thousand cyanides and made a thousand mols of poison which were fed to helpless mice in Nice with a price of the sacrifice of lice and rice and spice until it will suffice to twice make me italian ice thrice, which doesn't make sense because logistics said so. The giant squid maliciously seized the helpless, hapless, handless, headless, hipless, heartless, hypothalamusless hippopotamus and chewed him to bits and spit out his bones and smeard his flesh until he experienced a thrilling, galvanizing, arousing, electrifying euphoria that oxidized his post count. Feeling down, he decided to write a novel. Inadvertenly, he reduced his Reimann sum, but forgot his teacher didn't teach him the right way to do so. He figured smoking a cigarette would be suffice. Then he found out how important calculating Riemann Sums were to his success in Calculus class, where he had an A and had to snag an A+ and thus win the hand of Miss Harvard 2006. However, being with Miss Harvard 2006 made him very important, and Miss Princeton began to get jealous, and she began to conspire with the very legally blonde Miss Stanford to pit the all too naïve Miss Yale against the dumpy Miss Cornell who cried and was replaced with the Nordic looking Miss Dartmouth in the eye, and screaming to Mrs. Community College (because she was green with envy) to stay away from her man! So Miss Upenn, who was very snotty, decided to get in on the action. She converted to a Quaker and came to Shaker Heights and beat up Julia Shatten. Mrs. Johns Hopkins then decided to dote on his as well and asked her friend, Miss Columbia to set plain Miss Brown up with a handsome Duke, who isn't from the Imperial Ivy Dynasty and therefore dumped plain Miss Brown. Then, Miss University of Chicago got on top of the Sears Tower and shouted that she was ghetto and jumped off. No one cared, so finally the beautiful Miss Northwestern is the sole ruler of Illinois and invited the other Misses to a grand ball where they recited the anthem of Soka University, aka the Four Noble Truths. They then had a feast which lasted until the end of time, which in reality was only two days. After that, they retreated to Logistic's residence and danced to tango the jango, salsa, waltz, and polka. Soon the troop was whisked to sarorah's house 40 years back in time sand everyone saw sarorahs mom and had a picnic in Central Park. They then went shopping at Bergdorf Goodman and bought even more pretty dresses for the lil tramp who came back from the dead to destroy the living fake people and take everyone else to paradise where they enjoyed long walks on the beach. Soon, they had to come back to the present and face the truth <em>dun dun dun</em>: in 24 hours they were all going to receive a ransom note threatening the life of Miss Northwestern who caught hypothermia and went up to her bedroom to warm up some meatloaf when suddenly glass rained down on her bed and two ninjas yelled "Banzai!!!!" Swinging their samurai swords, they proceeded to take all the Misses hostage and would have succeeded if it weren't for the timely entrance of another shady, by the name of slim, who loooooves sushi and pork fried rice and dumplings and chowmein sided with even more chowmein and who was also a good cook because the food she cooked was magical and could transform into laser and burn a hole through the medulla oblongata, the cerebellum, thus causing chaos in A minor. The Misses were safe again and proceeded to hold a tea party in Wonderland with the Mad Hatter, Alice scrambled to make the tea, but she was turned into a short and stout teapot by a jealous, short dwarf that suffered from a case of reverse-gigantism which alienated his half fairy godmother who croaked "The Music of the Night" in an excellent bass voice that made everyone shimmy while playing Brahm's Hungarian Dances and made everyone have a little too much to hope for the Holy Carp whom the dwarves all prayed to threatened to unleash the curse of the nutcracker who'd pirouette with the beautiful girl who always carried a lotus and riding on a golden fish and wearing this (<a href="http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110%5B/url%5D">http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110</a>)
So the beautiful girl appeared and turned into a Siren, singing the aria from La Boheme and causing shipwrecks that sank the Titanic and drove men mad and donkeys wild with love. So it came to be that the donkeys fell in love with big feet and red lips and a pet donkey named Max, who sat on a tack. Max had jealousy issues, and the donkeys all decided to trample him to death and leave the body in a state of uncomfortable decay that smelled like strawberry tater tots with butter and cream and sprinkles of perfumed sesame that tasted delicious with fried tofu and golden chopsticks engraved with 'wangba' on them as a warning. While debunking the Justinian Affair, lil' Max read A Day in the Life of Africa. Somehow, his socks turned into a cactus that sang Olive<em>Tree Is My God(dess). Olive</em>Tree was stupified and turned into an Olive Tree (just like the legend of Apollo and the laurel tree). Justinian the cactus begged the Devil to be his pollen and decided to</p>
<p>So it rained and poured and flooded and deluged and rained pigs and cows; it was a disaster! To find the angle bisector, it was seen as imperative that the old elephant die and let the new elephant eat him so that he would grow limp in the pants. Then I heard Bigfoot, who was quite upset because he felt like he had been forgotten in this story, start to lick the snow only to find out that it was yellow and smelled peculiar like sulfur, and gave him an allergy and he had a convulsion. Phillip swore that he was too anarchist to become a monarchist so he turned fascist and became racist and pluralist, and became polygamous with poltergeists that came from Polaris and polarized his glens and monopolized his mother and whispered to each other. Then purrli came back to Bigfootland and saw that Logisticland had been ruling for too long so she hatched a great plan to bring about his downfall. She was inspired by the works of Sun Tzu and the tactics of Zhu Ge Liang and the laziness of the Dowager Empress and the beauty of Xi Shi and the mercilessness of Mao Zedong and the genius of Sun Wukong and the skills of Jet Li, all combined to make a superb heroine who easily defeated Logistics and baked his minions and minced his onions and cut his bunions and jet him off to Orion while infecting him with a prion at the Priory of the Sion while being bitten by a lion, oi, for 'tis the lion of Zion, who became the scion of Orion and deposited his anions by his cations as he listened to Celine Dion while vacationing in Lyon and collided with an ion that released a positron and antimatter spewed into the lake contaminating it indefinitely and destroying whoever starts the next sentence with "Then". Then, ziggy was destroyed and we all got annoyed because of his masochist attitude. So I swear Logistics has a fixation for QQ because that's the only time he'd ever post on this thread. Ah-ha! Logistics exclaimed, spotting purrli swimming in the lake and fixated on her...so Logistics sank into a depression about his orientation and committed seppuku. On one rainy day Logistics fell down a ravine and landed as a bovine that munched babies for lunch and gave milk to Harvard admissions officers so they accepted him to the class of 2011 because he is so amazingly milky in complexion and was mistaken for a female ghost in the likeness of the wonderful, sensous, brilliant, smooth-talking, suave, clean-shaven porcupine with pointed beards and pointy ears and spoke in an accent that reminisced of gays. Hugh Hefner and other morons who smelled like Boron swam through a sea of oxymorons and was caught by Sauron in a proton shot forth from Princeton and hit the Andes Mountains and splashed over the Fountain of Youth and turned Ponce de Leon into the Emperor's New Groove and turned his armor into a silk dress and his steed into a llama and his men into mice and his den to dice and his logs into lice and his virtues into vice and his rowboats into rice University and his swords into scythes and his eyes into ice and his pies into pith and his senses into Sith and his mistresses (ie purrli) into myth who was lady-like and lithe and wore many beaded pearls extracted from urns that burned and turned and churned and became taciturn ferns that earned a thousand yens which dropped into a thousand dens became a thousand Big Bens that turned into a thousand hens that clucked in their thousand pens who looked like a thousand men with a thousand hydrogens which bonded to a thousand cyanides and made a thousand mols of poison which were fed to helpless mice in Nice with a price of the sacrifice of lice and rice and spice until it will suffice to twice make me italian ice thrice, which doesn't make sense because logistics said so. The giant squid maliciously seized the helpless, hapless, handless, headless, hipless, heartless, hypothalamusless hippopotamus and chewed him to bits and spit out his bones and smeard his flesh until he experienced a thrilling, galvanizing, arousing, electrifying euphoria that oxidized his post count. Feeling down, he decided to write a novel. Inadvertenly, he reduced his Reimann sum, but forgot his teacher didn't teach him the right way to do so. He figured smoking a cigarette would be suffice. Then he found out how important calculating Riemann Sums were to his success in Calculus class, where he had an A and had to snag an A+ and thus win the hand of Miss Harvard 2006. However, being with Miss Harvard 2006 made him very important, and Miss Princeton began to get jealous, and she began to conspire with the very legally blonde Miss Stanford to pit the all too naïve Miss Yale against the dumpy Miss Cornell who cried and was replaced with the Nordic looking Miss Dartmouth in the eye, and screaming to Mrs. Community College (because she was green with envy) to stay away from her man! So Miss Upenn, who was very snotty, decided to get in on the action. She converted to a Quaker and came to Shaker Heights and beat up Julia Shatten. Mrs. Johns Hopkins then decided to dote on his as well and asked her friend, Miss Columbia to set plain Miss Brown up with a handsome Duke, who isn't from the Imperial Ivy Dynasty and therefore dumped plain Miss Brown. Then, Miss University of Chicago got on top of the Sears Tower and shouted that she was ghetto and jumped off. No one cared, so finally the beautiful Miss Northwestern is the sole ruler of Illinois and invited the other Misses to a grand ball where they recited the anthem of Soka University, aka the Four Noble Truths. They then had a feast which lasted until the end of time, which in reality was only two days. After that, they retreated to Logistic's residence and danced to tango the jango, salsa, waltz, and polka. Soon the troop was whisked to sarorah's house 40 years back in time sand everyone saw sarorahs mom and had a picnic in Central Park. They then went shopping at Bergdorf Goodman and bought even more pretty dresses for the lil tramp who came back from the dead to destroy the living fake people and take everyone else to paradise where they enjoyed long walks on the beach. Soon, they had to come back to the present and face the truth <em>dun dun dun</em>: in 24 hours they were all going to receive a ransom note threatening the life of Miss Northwestern who caught hypothermia and went up to her bedroom to warm up some meatloaf when suddenly glass rained down on her bed and two ninjas yelled "Banzai!!!!" Swinging their samurai swords, they proceeded to take all the Misses hostage and would have succeeded if it weren't for the timely entrance of another shady, by the name of slim, who loooooves sushi and pork fried rice and dumplings and chowmein sided with even more chowmein and who was also a good cook because the food she cooked was magical and could transform into laser and burn a hole through the medulla oblongata, the cerebellum, thus causing chaos in A minor. The Misses were safe again and proceeded to hold a tea party in Wonderland with the Mad Hatter, Alice scrambled to make the tea, but she was turned into a short and stout teapot by a jealous, short dwarf that suffered from a case of reverse-gigantism which alienated his half fairy godmother who croaked "The Music of the Night" in an excellent bass voice that made everyone shimmy while playing Brahm's Hungarian Dances and made everyone have a little too much to hope for the Holy Carp whom the dwarves all prayed to threatened to unleash the curse of the nutcracker who'd pirouette with the beautiful girl who always carried a lotus and riding on a golden fish and wearing this (<a href="http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110%5B/url%5D">http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110</a>)
So the beautiful girl appeared and turned into a Siren, singing the aria from La Boheme and causing shipwrecks that sank the Titanic and drove men mad and donkeys wild with love. So it came to be that the donkeys fell in love with big feet and red lips and a pet donkey named Max, who sat on a tack. Max had jealousy issues, and the donkeys all decided to trample him to death and leave the body in a state of uncomfortable decay that smelled like strawberry tater tots with butter and cream and sprinkles of perfumed sesame that tasted delicious with fried tofu and golden chopsticks engraved with 'wangba' on them as a warning. While debunking the Justinian Affair, lil' Max read A Day in the Life of Africa. Somehow, his socks turned into a cactus that sang Olive<em>Tree Is My God(dess). Olive</em>Tree was stupified and turned into an Olive Tree (just like the legend of Apollo and the laurel tree). Justinian the cactus begged the Devil to be his pollen and decided to scatter</p>
<p>So it rained and poured and flooded and deluged and rained pigs and cows; it was a disaster! To find the angle bisector, it was seen as imperative that the old elephant die and let the new elephant eat him so that he would grow limp in the pants. Then I heard Bigfoot, who was quite upset because he felt like he had been forgotten in this story, start to lick the snow only to find out that it was yellow and smelled peculiar like sulfur, and gave him an allergy and he had a convulsion. Phillip swore that he was too anarchist to become a monarchist so he turned fascist and became racist and pluralist, and became polygamous with poltergeists that came from Polaris and polarized his glens and monopolized his mother and whispered to each other. Then purrli came back to Bigfootland and saw that Logisticland had been ruling for too long so she hatched a great plan to bring about his downfall. She was inspired by the works of Sun Tzu and the tactics of Zhu Ge Liang and the laziness of the Dowager Empress and the beauty of Xi Shi and the mercilessness of Mao Zedong and the genius of Sun Wukong and the skills of Jet Li, all combined to make a superb heroine who easily defeated Logistics and baked his minions and minced his onions and cut his bunions and jet him off to Orion while infecting him with a prion at the Priory of the Sion while being bitten by a lion, oi, for 'tis the lion of Zion, who became the scion of Orion and deposited his anions by his cations as he listened to Celine Dion while vacationing in Lyon and collided with an ion that released a positron and antimatter spewed into the lake contaminating it indefinitely and destroying whoever starts the next sentence with "Then". Then, ziggy was destroyed and we all got annoyed because of his masochist attitude. So I swear Logistics has a fixation for QQ because that's the only time he'd ever post on this thread. Ah-ha! Logistics exclaimed, spotting purrli swimming in the lake and fixated on her...so Logistics sank into a depression about his orientation and committed seppuku. On one rainy day Logistics fell down a ravine and landed as a bovine that munched babies for lunch and gave milk to Harvard admissions officers so they accepted him to the class of 2011 because he is so amazingly milky in complexion and was mistaken for a female ghost in the likeness of the wonderful, sensous, brilliant, smooth-talking, suave, clean-shaven porcupine with pointed beards and pointy ears and spoke in an accent that reminisced of gays. Hugh Hefner and other morons who smelled like Boron swam through a sea of oxymorons and was caught by Sauron in a proton shot forth from Princeton and hit the Andes Mountains and splashed over the Fountain of Youth and turned Ponce de Leon into the Emperor's New Groove and turned his armor into a silk dress and his steed into a llama and his men into mice and his den to dice and his logs into lice and his virtues into vice and his rowboats into rice University and his swords into scythes and his eyes into ice and his pies into pith and his senses into Sith and his mistresses (ie purrli) into myth who was lady-like and lithe and wore many beaded pearls extracted from urns that burned and turned and churned and became taciturn ferns that earned a thousand yens which dropped into a thousand dens became a thousand Big Bens that turned into a thousand hens that clucked in their thousand pens who looked like a thousand men with a thousand hydrogens which bonded to a thousand cyanides and made a thousand mols of poison which were fed to helpless mice in Nice with a price of the sacrifice of lice and rice and spice until it will suffice to twice make me italian ice thrice, which doesn't make sense because logistics said so. The giant squid maliciously seized the helpless, hapless, handless, headless, hipless, heartless, hypothalamusless hippopotamus and chewed him to bits and spit out his bones and smeard his flesh until he experienced a thrilling, galvanizing, arousing, electrifying euphoria that oxidized his post count. Feeling down, he decided to write a novel. Inadvertenly, he reduced his Reimann sum, but forgot his teacher didn't teach him the right way to do so. He figured smoking a cigarette would be suffice. Then he found out how important calculating Riemann Sums were to his success in Calculus class, where he had an A and had to snag an A+ and thus win the hand of Miss Harvard 2006. However, being with Miss Harvard 2006 made him very important, and Miss Princeton began to get jealous, and she began to conspire with the very legally blonde Miss Stanford to pit the all too naïve Miss Yale against the dumpy Miss Cornell who cried and was replaced with the Nordic looking Miss Dartmouth in the eye, and screaming to Mrs. Community College (because she was green with envy) to stay away from her man! So Miss Upenn, who was very snotty, decided to get in on the action. She converted to a Quaker and came to Shaker Heights and beat up Julia Shatten. Mrs. Johns Hopkins then decided to dote on his as well and asked her friend, Miss Columbia to set plain Miss Brown up with a handsome Duke, who isn't from the Imperial Ivy Dynasty and therefore dumped plain Miss Brown. Then, Miss University of Chicago got on top of the Sears Tower and shouted that she was ghetto and jumped off. No one cared, so finally the beautiful Miss Northwestern is the sole ruler of Illinois and invited the other Misses to a grand ball where they recited the anthem of Soka University, aka the Four Noble Truths. They then had a feast which lasted until the end of time, which in reality was only two days. After that, they retreated to Logistic's residence and danced to tango the jango, salsa, waltz, and polka. Soon the troop was whisked to sarorah's house 40 years back in time sand everyone saw sarorahs mom and had a picnic in Central Park. They then went shopping at Bergdorf Goodman and bought even more pretty dresses for the lil tramp who came back from the dead to destroy the living fake people and take everyone else to paradise where they enjoyed long walks on the beach. Soon, they had to come back to the present and face the truth <em>dun dun dun</em>: in 24 hours they were all going to receive a ransom note threatening the life of Miss Northwestern who caught hypothermia and went up to her bedroom to warm up some meatloaf when suddenly glass rained down on her bed and two ninjas yelled "Banzai!!!!" Swinging their samurai swords, they proceeded to take all the Misses hostage and would have succeeded if it weren't for the timely entrance of another shady, by the name of slim, who loooooves sushi and pork fried rice and dumplings and chowmein sided with even more chowmein and who was also a good cook because the food she cooked was magical and could transform into laser and burn a hole through the medulla oblongata, the cerebellum, thus causing chaos in A minor. The Misses were safe again and proceeded to hold a tea party in Wonderland with the Mad Hatter, Alice scrambled to make the tea, but she was turned into a short and stout teapot by a jealous, short dwarf that suffered from a case of reverse-gigantism which alienated his half fairy godmother who croaked "The Music of the Night" in an excellent bass voice that made everyone shimmy while playing Brahm's Hungarian Dances and made everyone have a little too much to hope for the Holy Carp whom the dwarves all prayed to threatened to unleash the curse of the nutcracker who'd pirouette with the beautiful girl who always carried a lotus and riding on a golden fish and wearing this (<a href="http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110%5B/url%5D">http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110</a>)
So the beautiful girl appeared and turned into a Siren, singing the aria from La Boheme and causing shipwrecks that sank the Titanic and drove men mad and donkeys wild with love. So it came to be that the donkeys fell in love with big feet and red lips and a pet donkey named Max, who sat on a tack. Max had jealousy issues, and the donkeys all decided to trample him to death and leave the body in a state of uncomfortable decay that smelled like strawberry tater tots with butter and cream and sprinkles of perfumed sesame that tasted delicious with fried tofu and golden chopsticks engraved with 'wangba' on them as a warning. While debunking the Justinian Affair, lil' Max read A Day in the Life of Africa. Somehow, his socks turned into a cactus that sang Olive<em>Tree Is My God(dess). Olive</em>Tree was stupified and turned into an Olive Tree (just like the legend of Apollo and the laurel tree). Justinian the cactus begged the Devil to be his pollen and decided to scatter candy</p>
<p>So it rained and poured and flooded and deluged and rained pigs and cows; it was a disaster! To find the angle bisector, it was seen as imperative that the old elephant die and let the new elephant eat him so that he would grow limp in the pants. Then I heard Bigfoot, who was quite upset because he felt like he had been forgotten in this story, start to lick the snow only to find out that it was yellow and smelled peculiar like sulfur, and gave him an allergy and he had a convulsion. Phillip swore that he was too anarchist to become a monarchist so he turned fascist and became racist and pluralist, and became polygamous with poltergeists that came from Polaris and polarized his glens and monopolized his mother and whispered to each other. Then purrli came back to Bigfootland and saw that Logisticland had been ruling for too long so she hatched a great plan to bring about his downfall. She was inspired by the works of Sun Tzu and the tactics of Zhu Ge Liang and the laziness of the Dowager Empress and the beauty of Xi Shi and the mercilessness of Mao Zedong and the genius of Sun Wukong and the skills of Jet Li, all combined to make a superb heroine who easily defeated Logistics and baked his minions and minced his onions and cut his bunions and jet him off to Orion while infecting him with a prion at the Priory of the Sion while being bitten by a lion, oi, for 'tis the lion of Zion, who became the scion of Orion and deposited his anions by his cations as he listened to Celine Dion while vacationing in Lyon and collided with an ion that released a positron and antimatter spewed into the lake contaminating it indefinitely and destroying whoever starts the next sentence with "Then". Then, ziggy was destroyed and we all got annoyed because of his masochist attitude. So I swear Logistics has a fixation for QQ because that's the only time he'd ever post on this thread. Ah-ha! Logistics exclaimed, spotting purrli swimming in the lake and fixated on her...so Logistics sank into a depression about his orientation and committed seppuku. On one rainy day Logistics fell down a ravine and landed as a bovine that munched babies for lunch and gave milk to Harvard admissions officers so they accepted him to the class of 2011 because he is so amazingly milky in complexion and was mistaken for a female ghost in the likeness of the wonderful, sensous, brilliant, smooth-talking, suave, clean-shaven porcupine with pointed beards and pointy ears and spoke in an accent that reminisced of gays. Hugh Hefner and other morons who smelled like Boron swam through a sea of oxymorons and was caught by Sauron in a proton shot forth from Princeton and hit the Andes Mountains and splashed over the Fountain of Youth and turned Ponce de Leon into the Emperor's New Groove and turned his armor into a silk dress and his steed into a llama and his men into mice and his den to dice and his logs into lice and his virtues into vice and his rowboats into rice University and his swords into scythes and his eyes into ice and his pies into pith and his senses into Sith and his mistresses (ie purrli) into myth who was lady-like and lithe and wore many beaded pearls extracted from urns that burned and turned and churned and became taciturn ferns that earned a thousand yens which dropped into a thousand dens became a thousand Big Bens that turned into a thousand hens that clucked in their thousand pens who looked like a thousand men with a thousand hydrogens which bonded to a thousand cyanides and made a thousand mols of poison which were fed to helpless mice in Nice with a price of the sacrifice of lice and rice and spice until it will suffice to twice make me italian ice thrice, which doesn't make sense because logistics said so. The giant squid maliciously seized the helpless, hapless, handless, headless, hipless, heartless, hypothalamusless hippopotamus and chewed him to bits and spit out his bones and smeard his flesh until he experienced a thrilling, galvanizing, arousing, electrifying euphoria that oxidized his post count. Feeling down, he decided to write a novel. Inadvertenly, he reduced his Reimann sum, but forgot his teacher didn't teach him the right way to do so. He figured smoking a cigarette would be suffice. Then he found out how important calculating Riemann Sums were to his success in Calculus class, where he had an A and had to snag an A+ and thus win the hand of Miss Harvard 2006. However, being with Miss Harvard 2006 made him very important, and Miss Princeton began to get jealous, and she began to conspire with the very legally blonde Miss Stanford to pit the all too naïve Miss Yale against the dumpy Miss Cornell who cried and was replaced with the Nordic looking Miss Dartmouth in the eye, and screaming to Mrs. Community College (because she was green with envy) to stay away from her man! So Miss Upenn, who was very snotty, decided to get in on the action. She converted to a Quaker and came to Shaker Heights and beat up Julia Shatten. Mrs. Johns Hopkins then decided to dote on his as well and asked her friend, Miss Columbia to set plain Miss Brown up with a handsome Duke, who isn't from the Imperial Ivy Dynasty and therefore dumped plain Miss Brown. Then, Miss University of Chicago got on top of the Sears Tower and shouted that she was ghetto and jumped off. No one cared, so finally the beautiful Miss Northwestern is the sole ruler of Illinois and invited the other Misses to a grand ball where they recited the anthem of Soka University, aka the Four Noble Truths. They then had a feast which lasted until the end of time, which in reality was only two days. After that, they retreated to Logistic's residence and danced to tango the jango, salsa, waltz, and polka. Soon the troop was whisked to sarorah's house 40 years back in time sand everyone saw sarorahs mom and had a picnic in Central Park. They then went shopping at Bergdorf Goodman and bought even more pretty dresses for the lil tramp who came back from the dead to destroy the living fake people and take everyone else to paradise where they enjoyed long walks on the beach. Soon, they had to come back to the present and face the truth <em>dun dun dun</em>: in 24 hours they were all going to receive a ransom note threatening the life of Miss Northwestern who caught hypothermia and went up to her bedroom to warm up some meatloaf when suddenly glass rained down on her bed and two ninjas yelled "Banzai!!!!" Swinging their samurai swords, they proceeded to take all the Misses hostage and would have succeeded if it weren't for the timely entrance of another shady, by the name of slim, who loooooves sushi and pork fried rice and dumplings and chowmein sided with even more chowmein and who was also a good cook because the food she cooked was magical and could transform into laser and burn a hole through the medulla oblongata, the cerebellum, thus causing chaos in A minor. The Misses were safe again and proceeded to hold a tea party in Wonderland with the Mad Hatter, Alice scrambled to make the tea, but she was turned into a short and stout teapot by a jealous, short dwarf that suffered from a case of reverse-gigantism which alienated his half fairy godmother who croaked "The Music of the Night" in an excellent bass voice that made everyone shimmy while playing Brahm's Hungarian Dances and made everyone have a little too much to hope for the Holy Carp whom the dwarves all prayed to threatened to unleash the curse of the nutcracker who'd pirouette with the beautiful girl who always carried a lotus and riding on a golden fish and wearing this (<a href="http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110%5B/url%5D">http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110</a>)
So the beautiful girl appeared and turned into a Siren, singing the aria from La Boheme and causing shipwrecks that sank the Titanic and drove men mad and donkeys wild with love. So it came to be that the donkeys fell in love with big feet and red lips and a pet donkey named Max, who sat on a tack. Max had jealousy issues, and the donkeys all decided to trample him to death and leave the body in a state of uncomfortable decay that smelled like strawberry tater tots with butter and cream and sprinkles of perfumed sesame that tasted delicious with fried tofu and golden chopsticks engraved with 'wangba' on them as a warning. While debunking the Justinian Affair, lil' Max read A Day in the Life of Africa. Somehow, his socks turned into a cactus that sang Olive<em>Tree Is My God(dess). Olive</em>Tree was stupified and turned into an Olive Tree (just like the legend of Apollo and the laurel tree). Justinian the cactus begged the Devil to be his pollen and decided to scatter candy which was poison that was quickly neutralized with olive oil</p>
<p>So it rained and poured and flooded and deluged and rained pigs and cows; it was a disaster! To find the angle bisector, it was seen as imperative that the old elephant die and let the new elephant eat him so that he would grow limp in the pants. Then I heard Bigfoot, who was quite upset because he felt like he had been forgotten in this story, start to lick the snow only to find out that it was yellow and smelled peculiar like sulfur, and gave him an allergy and he had a convulsion. Phillip swore that he was too anarchist to become a monarchist so he turned fascist and became racist and pluralist, and became polygamous with poltergeists that came from Polaris and polarized his glens and monopolized his mother and whispered to each other. Then purrli came back to Bigfootland and saw that Logisticland had been ruling for too long so she hatched a great plan to bring about his downfall. She was inspired by the works of Sun Tzu and the tactics of Zhu Ge Liang and the laziness of the Dowager Empress and the beauty of Xi Shi and the mercilessness of Mao Zedong and the genius of Sun Wukong and the skills of Jet Li, all combined to make a superb heroine who easily defeated Logistics and baked his minions and minced his onions and cut his bunions and jet him off to Orion while infecting him with a prion at the Priory of the Sion while being bitten by a lion, oi, for 'tis the lion of Zion, who became the scion of Orion and deposited his anions by his cations as he listened to Celine Dion while vacationing in Lyon and collided with an ion that released a positron and antimatter spewed into the lake contaminating it indefinitely and destroying whoever starts the next sentence with "Then". Then, ziggy was destroyed and we all got annoyed because of his masochist attitude. So I swear Logistics has a fixation for QQ because that's the only time he'd ever post on this thread. Ah-ha! Logistics exclaimed, spotting purrli swimming in the lake and fixated on her...so Logistics sank into a depression about his orientation and committed seppuku. On one rainy day Logistics fell down a ravine and landed as a bovine that munched babies for lunch and gave milk to Harvard admissions officers so they accepted him to the class of 2011 because he is so amazingly milky in complexion and was mistaken for a female ghost in the likeness of the wonderful, sensous, brilliant, smooth-talking, suave, clean-shaven porcupine with pointed beards and pointy ears and spoke in an accent that reminisced of gays. Hugh Hefner and other morons who smelled like Boron swam through a sea of oxymorons and was caught by Sauron in a proton shot forth from Princeton and hit the Andes Mountains and splashed over the Fountain of Youth and turned Ponce de Leon into the Emperor's New Groove and turned his armor into a silk dress and his steed into a llama and his men into mice and his den to dice and his logs into lice and his virtues into vice and his rowboats into rice University and his swords into scythes and his eyes into ice and his pies into pith and his senses into Sith and his mistresses (ie purrli) into myth who was lady-like and lithe and wore many beaded pearls extracted from urns that burned and turned and churned and became taciturn ferns that earned a thousand yens which dropped into a thousand dens became a thousand Big Bens that turned into a thousand hens that clucked in their thousand pens who looked like a thousand men with a thousand hydrogens which bonded to a thousand cyanides and made a thousand mols of poison which were fed to helpless mice in Nice with a price of the sacrifice of lice and rice and spice until it will suffice to twice make me italian ice thrice, which doesn't make sense because logistics said so. The giant squid maliciously seized the helpless, hapless, handless, headless, hipless, heartless, hypothalamusless hippopotamus and chewed him to bits and spit out his bones and smeard his flesh until he experienced a thrilling, galvanizing, arousing, electrifying euphoria that oxidized his post count. Feeling down, he decided to write a novel. Inadvertenly, he reduced his Reimann sum, but forgot his teacher didn't teach him the right way to do so. He figured smoking a cigarette would be suffice. Then he found out how important calculating Riemann Sums were to his success in Calculus class, where he had an A and had to snag an A+ and thus win the hand of Miss Harvard 2006. However, being with Miss Harvard 2006 made him very important, and Miss Princeton began to get jealous, and she began to conspire with the very legally blonde Miss Stanford to pit the all too naïve Miss Yale against the dumpy Miss Cornell who cried and was replaced with the Nordic looking Miss Dartmouth in the eye, and screaming to Mrs. Community College (because she was green with envy) to stay away from her man! So Miss Upenn, who was very snotty, decided to get in on the action. She converted to a Quaker and came to Shaker Heights and beat up Julia Shatten. Mrs. Johns Hopkins then decided to dote on his as well and asked her friend, Miss Columbia to set plain Miss Brown up with a handsome Duke, who isn't from the Imperial Ivy Dynasty and therefore dumped plain Miss Brown. Then, Miss University of Chicago got on top of the Sears Tower and shouted that she was ghetto and jumped off. No one cared, so finally the beautiful Miss Northwestern is the sole ruler of Illinois and invited the other Misses to a grand ball where they recited the anthem of Soka University, aka the Four Noble Truths. They then had a feast which lasted until the end of time, which in reality was only two days. After that, they retreated to Logistic's residence and danced to tango the jango, salsa, waltz, and polka. Soon the troop was whisked to sarorah's house 40 years back in time sand everyone saw sarorahs mom and had a picnic in Central Park. They then went shopping at Bergdorf Goodman and bought even more pretty dresses for the lil tramp who came back from the dead to destroy the living fake people and take everyone else to paradise where they enjoyed long walks on the beach. Soon, they had to come back to the present and face the truth <em>dun dun dun</em>: in 24 hours they were all going to receive a ransom note threatening the life of Miss Northwestern who caught hypothermia and went up to her bedroom to warm up some meatloaf when suddenly glass rained down on her bed and two ninjas yelled "Banzai!!!!" Swinging their samurai swords, they proceeded to take all the Misses hostage and would have succeeded if it weren't for the timely entrance of another shady, by the name of slim, who loooooves sushi and pork fried rice and dumplings and chowmein sided with even more chowmein and who was also a good cook because the food she cooked was magical and could transform into laser and burn a hole through the medulla oblongata, the cerebellum, thus causing chaos in A minor. The Misses were safe again and proceeded to hold a tea party in Wonderland with the Mad Hatter, Alice scrambled to make the tea, but she was turned into a short and stout teapot by a jealous, short dwarf that suffered from a case of reverse-gigantism which alienated his half fairy godmother who croaked "The Music of the Night" in an excellent bass voice that made everyone shimmy while playing Brahm's Hungarian Dances and made everyone have a little too much to hope for the Holy Carp whom the dwarves all prayed to threatened to unleash the curse of the nutcracker who'd pirouette with the beautiful girl who always carried a lotus and riding on a golden fish and wearing this (<a href="http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110%5B/url%5D">http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110</a>)
So the beautiful girl appeared and turned into a Siren, singing the aria from La Boheme and causing shipwrecks that sank the Titanic and drove men mad and donkeys wild with love. So it came to be that the donkeys fell in love with big feet and red lips and a pet donkey named Max, who sat on a tack. Max had jealousy issues, and the donkeys all decided to trample him to death and leave the body in a state of uncomfortable decay that smelled like strawberry tater tots with butter and cream and sprinkles of perfumed sesame that tasted delicious with fried tofu and golden chopsticks engraved with 'wangba' on them as a warning. While debunking the Justinian Affair, lil' Max read A Day in the Life of Africa. Somehow, his socks turned into a cactus that sang Olive<em>Tree Is My God(dess). Olive</em>Tree was stupified and turned into an Olive Tree (just like the legend of Apollo and the laurel tree). Justinian the cactus begged the Devil to be his pollen and decided to scatter candy which was poison that was quickly neutralized with olive oil. Suddenly kman1456</p>
<p>So it rained and poured and flooded and deluged and rained pigs and cows; it was a disaster! To find the angle bisector, it was seen as imperative that the old elephant die and let the new elephant eat him so that he would grow limp in the pants. Then I heard Bigfoot, who was quite upset because he felt like he had been forgotten in this story, start to lick the snow only to find out that it was yellow and smelled peculiar like sulfur, and gave him an allergy and he had a convulsion. Phillip swore that he was too anarchist to become a monarchist so he turned fascist and became racist and pluralist, and became polygamous with poltergeists that came from Polaris and polarized his glens and monopolized his mother and whispered to each other. Then purrli came back to Bigfootland and saw that Logisticland had been ruling for too long so she hatched a great plan to bring about his downfall. She was inspired by the works of Sun Tzu and the tactics of Zhu Ge Liang and the laziness of the Dowager Empress and the beauty of Xi Shi and the mercilessness of Mao Zedong and the genius of Sun Wukong and the skills of Jet Li, all combined to make a superb heroine who easily defeated Logistics and baked his minions and minced his onions and cut his bunions and jet him off to Orion while infecting him with a prion at the Priory of the Sion while being bitten by a lion, oi, for 'tis the lion of Zion, who became the scion of Orion and deposited his anions by his cations as he listened to Celine Dion while vacationing in Lyon and collided with an ion that released a positron and antimatter spewed into the lake contaminating it indefinitely and destroying whoever starts the next sentence with "Then". Then, ziggy was destroyed and we all got annoyed because of his masochist attitude. So I swear Logistics has a fixation for QQ because that's the only time he'd ever post on this thread. Ah-ha! Logistics exclaimed, spotting purrli swimming in the lake and fixated on her...so Logistics sank into a depression about his orientation and committed seppuku. On one rainy day Logistics fell down a ravine and landed as a bovine that munched babies for lunch and gave milk to Harvard admissions officers so they accepted him to the class of 2011 because he is so amazingly milky in complexion and was mistaken for a female ghost in the likeness of the wonderful, sensous, brilliant, smooth-talking, suave, clean-shaven porcupine with pointed beards and pointy ears and spoke in an accent that reminisced of gays. Hugh Hefner and other morons who smelled like Boron swam through a sea of oxymorons and was caught by Sauron in a proton shot forth from Princeton and hit the Andes Mountains and splashed over the Fountain of Youth and turned Ponce de Leon into the Emperor's New Groove and turned his armor into a silk dress and his steed into a llama and his men into mice and his den to dice and his logs into lice and his virtues into vice and his rowboats into rice University and his swords into scythes and his eyes into ice and his pies into pith and his senses into Sith and his mistresses (ie purrli) into myth who was lady-like and lithe and wore many beaded pearls extracted from urns that burned and turned and churned and became taciturn ferns that earned a thousand yens which dropped into a thousand dens became a thousand Big Bens that turned into a thousand hens that clucked in their thousand pens who looked like a thousand men with a thousand hydrogens which bonded to a thousand cyanides and made a thousand mols of poison which were fed to helpless mice in Nice with a price of the sacrifice of lice and rice and spice until it will suffice to twice make me italian ice thrice, which doesn't make sense because logistics said so. The giant squid maliciously seized the helpless, hapless, handless, headless, hipless, heartless, hypothalamusless hippopotamus and chewed him to bits and spit out his bones and smeard his flesh until he experienced a thrilling, galvanizing, arousing, electrifying euphoria that oxidized his post count. Feeling down, he decided to write a novel. Inadvertenly, he reduced his Reimann sum, but forgot his teacher didn't teach him the right way to do so. He figured smoking a cigarette would be suffice. Then he found out how important calculating Riemann Sums were to his success in Calculus class, where he had an A and had to snag an A+ and thus win the hand of Miss Harvard 2006. However, being with Miss Harvard 2006 made him very important, and Miss Princeton began to get jealous, and she began to conspire with the very legally blonde Miss Stanford to pit the all too naïve Miss Yale against the dumpy Miss Cornell who cried and was replaced with the Nordic looking Miss Dartmouth in the eye, and screaming to Mrs. Community College (because she was green with envy) to stay away from her man! So Miss Upenn, who was very snotty, decided to get in on the action. She converted to a Quaker and came to Shaker Heights and beat up Julia Shatten. Mrs. Johns Hopkins then decided to dote on his as well and asked her friend, Miss Columbia to set plain Miss Brown up with a handsome Duke, who isn't from the Imperial Ivy Dynasty and therefore dumped plain Miss Brown. Then, Miss University of Chicago got on top of the Sears Tower and shouted that she was ghetto and jumped off. No one cared, so finally the beautiful Miss Northwestern is the sole ruler of Illinois and invited the other Misses to a grand ball where they recited the anthem of Soka University, aka the Four Noble Truths. They then had a feast which lasted until the end of time, which in reality was only two days. After that, they retreated to Logistic's residence and danced to tango the jango, salsa, waltz, and polka. Soon the troop was whisked to sarorah's house 40 years back in time sand everyone saw sarorahs mom and had a picnic in Central Park. They then went shopping at Bergdorf Goodman and bought even more pretty dresses for the lil tramp who came back from the dead to destroy the living fake people and take everyone else to paradise where they enjoyed long walks on the beach. Soon, they had to come back to the present and face the truth <em>dun dun dun</em>: in 24 hours they were all going to receive a ransom note threatening the life of Miss Northwestern who caught hypothermia and went up to her bedroom to warm up some meatloaf when suddenly glass rained down on her bed and two ninjas yelled "Banzai!!!!" Swinging their samurai swords, they proceeded to take all the Misses hostage and would have succeeded if it weren't for the timely entrance of another shady, by the name of slim, who loooooves sushi and pork fried rice and dumplings and chowmein sided with even more chowmein and who was also a good cook because the food she cooked was magical and could transform into laser and burn a hole through the medulla oblongata, the cerebellum, thus causing chaos in A minor. The Misses were safe again and proceeded to hold a tea party in Wonderland with the Mad Hatter, Alice scrambled to make the tea, but she was turned into a short and stout teapot by a jealous, short dwarf that suffered from a case of reverse-gigantism which alienated his half fairy godmother who croaked "The Music of the Night" in an excellent bass voice that made everyone shimmy while playing Brahm's Hungarian Dances and made everyone have a little too much to hope for the Holy Carp whom the dwarves all prayed to threatened to unleash the curse of the nutcracker who'd pirouette with the beautiful girl who always carried a lotus and riding on a golden fish and wearing this (<a href="http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110%5B/url%5D">http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110</a>)
So the beautiful girl appeared and turned into a Siren, singing the aria from La Boheme and causing shipwrecks that sank the Titanic and drove men mad and donkeys wild with love. So it came to be that the donkeys fell in love with big feet and red lips and a pet donkey named Max, who sat on a tack. Max had jealousy issues, and the donkeys all decided to trample him to death and leave the body in a state of uncomfortable decay that smelled like strawberry tater tots with butter and cream and sprinkles of perfumed sesame that tasted delicious with fried tofu and golden chopsticks engraved with 'wangba' on them as a warning. While debunking the Justinian Affair, lil' Max read A Day in the Life of Africa. Somehow, his socks turned into a cactus that sang Olive<em>Tree Is My God(dess). Olive</em>Tree was stupified and turned into an Olive Tree (just like the legend of Apollo and the laurel tree). Justinian the cactus begged the Devil to be his pollen and decided to scatter candy which was poison that was quickly neutralized with olive oil. Suddenly kman1456 took a shotgun and fired it into the air as an enemy was coming</p>
<p>So it rained and poured and flooded and deluged and rained pigs and cows; it was a disaster! To find the angle bisector, it was seen as imperative that the old elephant die and let the new elephant eat him so that he would grow limp in the pants. Then I heard Bigfoot, who was quite upset because he felt like he had been forgotten in this story, start to lick the snow only to find out that it was yellow and smelled peculiar like sulfur, and gave him an allergy and he had a convulsion. Phillip swore that he was too anarchist to become a monarchist so he turned fascist and became racist and pluralist, and became polygamous with poltergeists that came from Polaris and polarized his glens and monopolized his mother and whispered to each other. Then purrli came back to Bigfootland and saw that Logisticland had been ruling for too long so she hatched a great plan to bring about his downfall. She was inspired by the works of Sun Tzu and the tactics of Zhu Ge Liang and the laziness of the Dowager Empress and the beauty of Xi Shi and the mercilessness of Mao Zedong and the genius of Sun Wukong and the skills of Jet Li, all combined to make a superb heroine who easily defeated Logistics and baked his minions and minced his onions and cut his bunions and jet him off to Orion while infecting him with a prion at the Priory of the Sion while being bitten by a lion, oi, for 'tis the lion of Zion, who became the scion of Orion and deposited his anions by his cations as he listened to Celine Dion while vacationing in Lyon and collided with an ion that released a positron and antimatter spewed into the lake contaminating it indefinitely and destroying whoever starts the next sentence with "Then". Then, ziggy was destroyed and we all got annoyed because of his masochist attitude. So I swear Logistics has a fixation for QQ because that's the only time he'd ever post on this thread. Ah-ha! Logistics exclaimed, spotting purrli swimming in the lake and fixated on her...so Logistics sank into a depression about his orientation and committed seppuku. On one rainy day Logistics fell down a ravine and landed as a bovine that munched babies for lunch and gave milk to Harvard admissions officers so they accepted him to the class of 2011 because he is so amazingly milky in complexion and was mistaken for a female ghost in the likeness of the wonderful, sensous, brilliant, smooth-talking, suave, clean-shaven porcupine with pointed beards and pointy ears and spoke in an accent that reminisced of gays. Hugh Hefner and other morons who smelled like Boron swam through a sea of oxymorons and was caught by Sauron in a proton shot forth from Princeton and hit the Andes Mountains and splashed over the Fountain of Youth and turned Ponce de Leon into the Emperor's New Groove and turned his armor into a silk dress and his steed into a llama and his men into mice and his den to dice and his logs into lice and his virtues into vice and his rowboats into rice University and his swords into scythes and his eyes into ice and his pies into pith and his senses into Sith and his mistresses (ie purrli) into myth who was lady-like and lithe and wore many beaded pearls extracted from urns that burned and turned and churned and became taciturn ferns that earned a thousand yens which dropped into a thousand dens became a thousand Big Bens that turned into a thousand hens that clucked in their thousand pens who looked like a thousand men with a thousand hydrogens which bonded to a thousand cyanides and made a thousand mols of poison which were fed to helpless mice in Nice with a price of the sacrifice of lice and rice and spice until it will suffice to twice make me italian ice thrice, which doesn't make sense because logistics said so. The giant squid maliciously seized the helpless, hapless, handless, headless, hipless, heartless, hypothalamusless hippopotamus and chewed him to bits and spit out his bones and smeard his flesh until he experienced a thrilling, galvanizing, arousing, electrifying euphoria that oxidized his post count. Feeling down, he decided to write a novel. Inadvertenly, he reduced his Reimann sum, but forgot his teacher didn't teach him the right way to do so. He figured smoking a cigarette would be suffice. Then he found out how important calculating Riemann Sums were to his success in Calculus class, where he had an A and had to snag an A+ and thus win the hand of Miss Harvard 2006. However, being with Miss Harvard 2006 made him very important, and Miss Princeton began to get jealous, and she began to conspire with the very legally blonde Miss Stanford to pit the all too naïve Miss Yale against the dumpy Miss Cornell who cried and was replaced with the Nordic looking Miss Dartmouth in the eye, and screaming to Mrs. Community College (because she was green with envy) to stay away from her man! So Miss Upenn, who was very snotty, decided to get in on the action. She converted to a Quaker and came to Shaker Heights and beat up Julia Shatten. Mrs. Johns Hopkins then decided to dote on his as well and asked her friend, Miss Columbia to set plain Miss Brown up with a handsome Duke, who isn't from the Imperial Ivy Dynasty and therefore dumped plain Miss Brown. Then, Miss University of Chicago got on top of the Sears Tower and shouted that she was ghetto and jumped off. No one cared, so finally the beautiful Miss Northwestern is the sole ruler of Illinois and invited the other Misses to a grand ball where they recited the anthem of Soka University, aka the Four Noble Truths. They then had a feast which lasted until the end of time, which in reality was only two days. After that, they retreated to Logistic's residence and danced to tango the jango, salsa, waltz, and polka. Soon the troop was whisked to sarorah's house 40 years back in time sand everyone saw sarorahs mom and had a picnic in Central Park. They then went shopping at Bergdorf Goodman and bought even more pretty dresses for the lil tramp who came back from the dead to destroy the living fake people and take everyone else to paradise where they enjoyed long walks on the beach. Soon, they had to come back to the present and face the truth <em>dun dun dun</em>: in 24 hours they were all going to receive a ransom note threatening the life of Miss Northwestern who caught hypothermia and went up to her bedroom to warm up some meatloaf when suddenly glass rained down on her bed and two ninjas yelled "Banzai!!!!" Swinging their samurai swords, they proceeded to take all the Misses hostage and would have succeeded if it weren't for the timely entrance of another shady, by the name of slim, who loooooves sushi and pork fried rice and dumplings and chowmein sided with even more chowmein and who was also a good cook because the food she cooked was magical and could transform into laser and burn a hole through the medulla oblongata, the cerebellum, thus causing chaos in A minor. The Misses were safe again and proceeded to hold a tea party in Wonderland with the Mad Hatter, Alice scrambled to make the tea, but she was turned into a short and stout teapot by a jealous, short dwarf that suffered from a case of reverse-gigantism which alienated his half fairy godmother who croaked "The Music of the Night" in an excellent bass voice that made everyone shimmy while playing Brahm's Hungarian Dances and made everyone have a little too much to hope for the Holy Carp whom the dwarves all prayed to threatened to unleash the curse of the nutcracker who'd pirouette with the beautiful girl who always carried a lotus and riding on a golden fish and wearing this (<a href="http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110%5B/url%5D">http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110</a>)
So the beautiful girl appeared and turned into a Siren, singing the aria from La Boheme and causing shipwrecks that sank the Titanic and drove men mad and donkeys wild with love. So it came to be that the donkeys fell in love with big feet and red lips and a pet donkey named Max, who sat on a tack. Max had jealousy issues, and the donkeys all decided to trample him to death and leave the body in a state of uncomfortable decay that smelled like strawberry tater tots with butter and cream and sprinkles of perfumed sesame that tasted delicious with fried tofu and golden chopsticks engraved with 'wangba' on them as a warning. While debunking the Justinian Affair, lil' Max read A Day in the Life of Africa. Somehow, his socks turned into a cactus that sang Olive<em>Tree Is My God(dess). Olive</em>Tree was stupified and turned into an Olive Tree (just like the legend of Apollo and the laurel tree). Justinian the cactus begged the Devil to be his pollen and decided to scatter candy which was poison that was quickly neutralized with olive oil. Suddenly kman1456 took a shotgun and fired it into the air as an enemy was coming towards him. The enemy turned out to be</p>
<p>So it rained and poured and flooded and deluged and rained pigs and cows; it was a disaster! To find the angle bisector, it was seen as imperative that the old elephant die and let the new elephant eat him so that he would grow limp in the pants. Then I heard Bigfoot, who was quite upset because he felt like he had been forgotten in this story, start to lick the snow only to find out that it was yellow and smelled peculiar like sulfur, and gave him an allergy and he had a convulsion. Phillip swore that he was too anarchist to become a monarchist so he turned fascist and became racist and pluralist, and became polygamous with poltergeists that came from Polaris and polarized his glens and monopolized his mother and whispered to each other. Then purrli came back to Bigfootland and saw that Logisticland had been ruling for too long so she hatched a great plan to bring about his downfall. She was inspired by the works of Sun Tzu and the tactics of Zhu Ge Liang and the laziness of the Dowager Empress and the beauty of Xi Shi and the mercilessness of Mao Zedong and the genius of Sun Wukong and the skills of Jet Li, all combined to make a superb heroine who easily defeated Logistics and baked his minions and minced his onions and cut his bunions and jet him off to Orion while infecting him with a prion at the Priory of the Sion while being bitten by a lion, oi, for 'tis the lion of Zion, who became the scion of Orion and deposited his anions by his cations as he listened to Celine Dion while vacationing in Lyon and collided with an ion that released a positron and antimatter spewed into the lake contaminating it indefinitely and destroying whoever starts the next sentence with "Then". Then, ziggy was destroyed and we all got annoyed because of his masochist attitude. So I swear Logistics has a fixation for QQ because that's the only time he'd ever post on this thread. Ah-ha! Logistics exclaimed, spotting purrli swimming in the lake and fixated on her...so Logistics sank into a depression about his orientation and committed seppuku. On one rainy day Logistics fell down a ravine and landed as a bovine that munched babies for lunch and gave milk to Harvard admissions officers so they accepted him to the class of 2011 because he is so amazingly milky in complexion and was mistaken for a female ghost in the likeness of the wonderful, sensous, brilliant, smooth-talking, suave, clean-shaven porcupine with pointed beards and pointy ears and spoke in an accent that reminisced of gays. Hugh Hefner and other morons who smelled like Boron swam through a sea of oxymorons and was caught by Sauron in a proton shot forth from Princeton and hit the Andes Mountains and splashed over the Fountain of Youth and turned Ponce de Leon into the Emperor's New Groove and turned his armor into a silk dress and his steed into a llama and his men into mice and his den to dice and his logs into lice and his virtues into vice and his rowboats into rice University and his swords into scythes and his eyes into ice and his pies into pith and his senses into Sith and his mistresses (ie purrli) into myth who was lady-like and lithe and wore many beaded pearls extracted from urns that burned and turned and churned and became taciturn ferns that earned a thousand yens which dropped into a thousand dens became a thousand Big Bens that turned into a thousand hens that clucked in their thousand pens who looked like a thousand men with a thousand hydrogens which bonded to a thousand cyanides and made a thousand mols of poison which were fed to helpless mice in Nice with a price of the sacrifice of lice and rice and spice until it will suffice to twice make me italian ice thrice, which doesn't make sense because logistics said so. The giant squid maliciously seized the helpless, hapless, handless, headless, hipless, heartless, hypothalamusless hippopotamus and chewed him to bits and spit out his bones and smeard his flesh until he experienced a thrilling, galvanizing, arousing, electrifying euphoria that oxidized his post count. Feeling down, he decided to write a novel. Inadvertenly, he reduced his Reimann sum, but forgot his teacher didn't teach him the right way to do so. He figured smoking a cigarette would be suffice. Then he found out how important calculating Riemann Sums were to his success in Calculus class, where he had an A and had to snag an A+ and thus win the hand of Miss Harvard 2006. However, being with Miss Harvard 2006 made him very important, and Miss Princeton began to get jealous, and she began to conspire with the very legally blonde Miss Stanford to pit the all too naïve Miss Yale against the dumpy Miss Cornell who cried and was replaced with the Nordic looking Miss Dartmouth in the eye, and screaming to Mrs. Community College (because she was green with envy) to stay away from her man! So Miss Upenn, who was very snotty, decided to get in on the action. She converted to a Quaker and came to Shaker Heights and beat up Julia Shatten. Mrs. Johns Hopkins then decided to dote on his as well and asked her friend, Miss Columbia to set plain Miss Brown up with a handsome Duke, who isn't from the Imperial Ivy Dynasty and therefore dumped plain Miss Brown. Then, Miss University of Chicago got on top of the Sears Tower and shouted that she was ghetto and jumped off. No one cared, so finally the beautiful Miss Northwestern is the sole ruler of Illinois and invited the other Misses to a grand ball where they recited the anthem of Soka University, aka the Four Noble Truths. They then had a feast which lasted until the end of time, which in reality was only two days. After that, they retreated to Logistic's residence and danced to tango the jango, salsa, waltz, and polka. Soon the troop was whisked to sarorah's house 40 years back in time sand everyone saw sarorahs mom and had a picnic in Central Park. They then went shopping at Bergdorf Goodman and bought even more pretty dresses for the lil tramp who came back from the dead to destroy the living fake people and take everyone else to paradise where they enjoyed long walks on the beach. Soon, they had to come back to the present and face the truth <em>dun dun dun</em>: in 24 hours they were all going to receive a ransom note threatening the life of Miss Northwestern who caught hypothermia and went up to her bedroom to warm up some meatloaf when suddenly glass rained down on her bed and two ninjas yelled "Banzai!!!!" Swinging their samurai swords, they proceeded to take all the Misses hostage and would have succeeded if it weren't for the timely entrance of another shady, by the name of slim, who loooooves sushi and pork fried rice and dumplings and chowmein sided with even more chowmein and who was also a good cook because the food she cooked was magical and could transform into laser and burn a hole through the medulla oblongata, the cerebellum, thus causing chaos in A minor. The Misses were safe again and proceeded to hold a tea party in Wonderland with the Mad Hatter, Alice scrambled to make the tea, but she was turned into a short and stout teapot by a jealous, short dwarf that suffered from a case of reverse-gigantism which alienated his half fairy godmother who croaked "The Music of the Night" in an excellent bass voice that made everyone shimmy while playing Brahm's Hungarian Dances and made everyone have a little too much to hope for the Holy Carp whom the dwarves all prayed to threatened to unleash the curse of the nutcracker who'd pirouette with the beautiful girl who always carried a lotus and riding on a golden fish and wearing this (<a href="http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110%5B/url%5D">http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesm...0&prodgroup=110</a>)
So the beautiful girl appeared and turned into a Siren, singing the aria from La Boheme and causing shipwrecks that sank the Titanic and drove men mad and donkeys wild with love. So it came to be that the donkeys fell in love with big feet and red lips and a pet donkey named Max, who sat on a tack. Max had jealousy issues, and the donkeys all decided to trample him to death and leave the body in a state of uncomfortable decay that smelled like strawberry tater tots with butter and cream and sprinkles of perfumed sesame that tasted delicious with fried tofu and golden chopsticks engraved with 'wangba' on them as a warning. While debunking the Justinian Affair, lil' Max read A Day in the Life of Africa. Somehow, his socks turned into a cactus that sang Olive<em>Tree Is My God(dess). Olive</em>Tree was stupified and turned into an Olive Tree (just like the legend of Apollo and the laurel tree). Justinian the cactus begged the Devil to be his pollen and decided to scatter candy which was poison that was quickly neutralized with olive oil. Suddenly kman1456 took a shotgun and fired it into the air as an enemy was coming towards him. The enemy turned out to be quite</p>