<p>this long thread.</p>
<p>Sadly, that didn't</p>
<p>happen because Spiderman</p>
<p>foiled my plans</p>
<p>of thread murder.</p>
<p>Spiderman is pretty..........</p>
<p>sneaky like that.</p>
<p>One day I will find a box full of dom perignon '53 and then I will smoke a big cuban cigar and have dirty fattening food from McDonald's. While eating... three sandwitched from Subway, I will call my teacher a meanie and spit in her red, flowing hair. While contemplating the reason why pigs aren't considered aliens, I thought of naming my pigStewart. Then I ate him at four o'clock. Unbelievably, he was indigestible, but the hospital did not care. My spleen was eaten by a reckless, wandering landshark. So I opted to hide in cyberspace. But, a virus overtook me immediately. Fortunately, my rabbit jumped out of a top hat oddly fast. The pizza I ate had only mushrooms which had magical powers of observation, calculator abilities, and x-ray vision too. Luckily for me, I blew up. The next day I reincarnated as Jesus himself. Then out of nowhere , a flying squirrel crashed into a catastrophically catastrophic catastrophe. Namely, a large internal combustion engine. Luckily I was not combusted. SHAZAM! described my dismay! What else could go horribly wrong? Absolutely nothing! But **** the police, I like llamas! I used to.. have time to tell stories, like this. Yesterday, I went to the dumpster outside my intergalactic space station. There, I found nothing and suffocated. But then I ,being Jesus Christ, walked on water (even though there is none in space) and created a ridiculously large cheese head. Go Packers!!! I yelled as I whipped her and then she kissed me on the lips and told me how small the world seemed that night. I raped her ...just joking! But I'm not really doing Differential Calculus. instead, I'm making a peanut butter internal combustion engine! Then I saw someone had already invented it. I began to cry because it died in my mother's father's bed and had spewed red hot liquid which tasted like three day old internal combustion engines! .It was time to fly to venus and say: "Curse combustion engines!" and then cast various purple pumpkins and throw them at combustion engines. My combustion engines instantaneously combusted themselves. So I cried tears of joy! My mutated pumpkins conquered the Universe.
Then my car hit a bump. I then realized that four cows were mauling a space station astronaut's ship. I am going to die. An awful notion, for it hurts to be alive. I want some macaroni and cheese in my toilet; furthermore, I want big bunches of shrinking strawberries to feed to my fat pink bunny. I ran to the end of World War I. After eating beans I ran quickly because my gas exploded within me. My companion died from the smell. I then mourned, "Poor combustion engines!" Blinded by explosives, became my superintendent who was now dead. The end.
But wait! It's my seventh toothache since my surgery on my brain. Egads! I see the light. Fin</p>
<p>……s are on fish. Fish smell badlyin your ass which was swollen due to an unfortunately unfortunate accident with fishing rod in the rainforest sadistically torching trees that had feathers and screamed loudly: "i......need......toilet!" I grinned impishly and castrated the bunny rabbit that spewed arterial blood on combustion engines. Today I decided to fart loudly, but I retracted my abnormally long tail that hung between my voluptuous handmaidens and peons. Four hours later I realized this cancereous causing monkey was hooting like paris hilton's puppy who's name I decided to forget. Meanwhile, at the brothel's back doors I decided to
do something called: run like heck because I ate roadkill. Squirrels taste deliciously like lobster. Oddly enough, though, not like humans. Later I stuck my incredibly large finger up the nose of the waiter who inhaled the check and barfed it all over my beef icecream soup. Surprisingly, it tasted like old Seamen as delicious as the morning dew in the desert. The morning after yesterday she died. But came back to life when her boyfriend farted on her foot with fish in the bathtub. Of all the marshmallows present, one was about to become a three legged chinese female dictator that ate babies and spat them upon the grill until they finally internally combusted themselves. So after that, the Universe imploded.
Luckily, my computer had great porn images always available, but parental controls blocked me from logging on to college confidential in my silk pyjamas and bunny slippers. I saw that something must change. I resolved to escape from prison with the blessing of the jailer and thirteen English gang leaders. I knew that various manatees would lick my prison cell clean as snow. So I decided, against my will, to kill the angry pop-tart that destroyed my family; and filmed myself with paris Hilton doing what she liked to do. Her black Mercedes was very comfy. When we had the most unbelievable cold weather, I wore a sweater around my knee and my necks, and Saddam Hussein was turned into a sock puppet. After his execution she cried hysterically and became a convert to Islam. She then ran to Saudi Arabia and later left and was deported to a zoo. She escaped and ran quickly into the last samuri and screamed because she ate gargage. Well, garbage actually. out of the With Tom Cruise out of his car we ran....into a tree my head hurt I then exploded and my inheritance flew away on a magic carpet. The carpet flew over the rainbow and landed in a field of dead rotting fish the smell caused me to vomit over my wife and killed her. I like cake on my cat. The pink gorilla, a Pittsburgh nightclub, and gentlemen's club, was always a blueish brown monkey. The hissing snakebit my genitals and I became a carrier for STD (Snake Transmitted-Disease) because I posted 500 replies in the three eyed lobster cave, given 5-star treatment, then clawed bloody. My ears itched. My eyes twitched. Therefore I farted. My eyes burned in chemistry class because of the US - Canadian border. Juicy cow udders were flattened by dirty naughty hands which milked them. The mother cow suffered writer's block so she ate her own feces with one eye with her son, and died before she got up and killed herself.</p>
<p>She then came back to life as an anaconda with two Toyotas offered her a big fat salary with a fruity juicy watermelon and internal combustion engines. Just in time, The Golden Girls ate the soup and combusted themselves. Before the sofa internally combusted itself, upon the recliner which instantaneously combusted, catapulting the reader into North Korea where it landed on an H-bomb. Tragically, the End.
Or is it?.....I hope so.
The jolly frog revived the story. Well, not really, for he died, in a pond near a van that revived him, turning him into a handsome prince. This thread died of natural causes in the rain forest.
Wait, It moved! OMG it's back! It's a miracle!
Then the OP died. THE END.
But was brought
……NO. He DIED on this thread. The OP became a very sad individual and cried because his thread spawned some amazingly AP Calculus BC. He then differentiated
himself (e^x) with d/dy. He then asked (ChaosTheory what that means) the Dalai Lama how life does illustrate such great Harry Potter fanatics in the underground. The giving tree then imploded because he defenestrated some special tree fertilizer. The fertilizer was flammable and stuff. Glorious, massive mammaries sat outside my time machine at dawn so that the singing jaguars could travel to the end of this long thread.
Sadly, that didn't happen because Spiderman foiled my plans of thread murder. Spiderman is pretty sneaky like that.</p>
<p>......</p>
<p>Clendenenator is officially my hero =)</p>
<p>Thanks. I do my best ;)</p>
<p>Back to the story....</p>
<p>Yesterday, he spun</p>
<p>Clendenenator, you are the greatest</p>
<p>(^_^)</p>
<p>((((((Clendenenator)))))</p>
<p>[kiss]Clendenenator[/kiss]</p>
<p>Chapter 4:</p>
<p>In the car</p>
<p>, hara kiri was</p>
<p>(if you don't know what that means, look it up on wikipedia)</p>
<p>like a little</p>
<p>internal combustion engine.</p>
<p>Oh my god</p>
<p>[filler filler filler]</p>
<p>, that is cool!</p>
<p>For the first</p>