THIS IS STORY (2)

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sacrifice for the

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narcoleptic monks.

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And then

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I gazed upon

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the universe exploded

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by Shia Labeouf.

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diagrams appeared in

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Belgium. "Wait, what?"

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he said, and then

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a chrome sphere

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was born. Sunday

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in Kazakhstan was

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the first of

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eight Michael Palins

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to stare into

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his gaping soul

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and expose the

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sweet nougat centre.

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Pissed pants camping

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is underrated because

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deer like to

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fornicate amongst the sinners whilst

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camping in pissed pants.

 

 

 

the story so far:

 

 

 

There is a wonderful grumpy teenage axolotl on the slopes of mount Fiji. He was looking and saw a shimmering old man's bald head. And Axolotl screamed: "This fried chicken is actually a Conan O'Brien clone for real". Then, a voice replied: "Please eat me!". Flapping wings sounded: the eagle has landed.

 

Suddenly a dog came upon a bauble made of cum to which he stuck up his anus beacause he loved cum. So much can be done with cum. For example.. polishing baubles and lubing door hinges. But be warned, this isn't going where Jack Stencil liked to shove his bauble, but shove his shovel. "Hubble bubble" said Do You Enjoy. Do You Enjoy was a band of stretchy rubber that's important for elephantine sandwich making. Seven translations later we weren't even half way there although we'd gained a giraffe that a potato was fond of being a giraffe. Denmark decided that hair was enough of a distraction to permanently ban the gizzard lights but people rioted and stripped paint from Richard's tank. Meanwhile the farmers daughter asked "What you think of Banksy?" Cow: "Udder shit."

 

Four Tet then excreted his full secrete identity, burlel. Burlel said "pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff[/size][/font][/color][/background]poppfffffffffffffffffshhhhhhhhhhhhfffffff" and people cried.

 

 

Chapter 2: The (DAYUM, was going for an 'and people cried' repetition..) END fisting happened suddenly inside watmm HQ where the light was pink and slutty.

 

Fizzling sideways brightly, a forlorn pantaloon emerged walking by itself. Skrillex has arrived. And promptly fucked off without dropping the secret rdj tapes. The horses meanwhile were peering at the abyss, which bandcamp release was ignored. Seventeen pairs of (This is story?) pamphlets were distributed. Word t'your mother is that strangers were everywhere! Wielding cantaloupe melons! Goddamn fucking huge monkey people, running with orbs of fruit flavored sponge diaphragms and monkey-people DVD's were then used with great precision for anal poop based malarky antics and techno trance and monkey-people HJ's were not enough and then wept tears of sacrifice for the narcoleptic monks. And then I gazed upon 'The Universe Exploded' by Shia Labeouf. Diagrams appeared in Belgium. "Wait, what?" he said, and then a chrome sphere was born.

 

Sunday in Kazakhstan was the first of eight Michael Palins to stare into his gaping soul and expose the sweet nougat centre. Pissed pants camping is underrated because deer like to fornicate amongst the sinners whilst camping in pissed pants

 

 

 

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But enough about

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