We call home Said the small No sense made Made sense no said the frilly Maid of conflicts deep inside the Mausoleum of @nagash located in the foothills of Mount Sugar and Spice and everything nice With pines of Warmth and comfort made of sandalwood and maple planks full of spikes And termites too of bubble wrap they only eat bits and pieces of wooden clogs and scruffy dogs with a side of BBQ orcs and spicy trolls on grassy knolls Whose bell tolls just for lols and belly rolls
Covered with moles around football goals dipped in chocloate Jolly man jingles all full of hype for PAX sky's the limit Said the woman with pretty eyes and a mohawk of different colors and varying lengths Hermione was furious when she witnessed how ballsy he who shall not be called names had been acting like a fool prancing about the field of stinky Mushroom stains on all who entered Through the window or the door and the chimney like santa claws Even the drain was stopped up by a blockage
of purple goo from @Diura's bagpipes that she had made from rare purple toad warts and lily pads The sound attracted a crowd of rampant wriggling magots wearing party hats and clown shoes With pointy toes with a red Clown nose too The clown maggots were part of a maniacal plan to siege @Belewyn's Ultimate moderator power and banish all, from the cruel and merciless Discord where weebs went to cry about the lack of bikinis and tentacles and tree domes within the community The "power" was on the wane
as evidenced by the muck encrusted barnacle attached to the boat paddle with wooden spikes protruding outward, bleeding raspberry jelly. Only she never knew what she said was so outrageous or utterly shameless so she began To unhinge her big baseball bat from her jaw and prepare her the ultimate challenge the intercontinental championship of ping pong. All who challenged king kong had and the russian hooker named Svetlana The first match was a bloodbath after just the first punch thrown after the serve broke the paddle and the ball
exploded into thousands of tiny fragments. little bitty pieces that were razor
(made possible by pressing Ctrl + B with my forum extension)
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We call home Said the small
No sense made Made sense no
said the frilly Maid of conflicts
deep inside the Mausoleum of @nagash
located in the foothills of Mount
Sugar and Spice and everything nice With pines of
Warmth and comfort made of sandalwood and maple planks full of spikes And termites too of bubble wrap they only eat bits and pieces of wooden clogs and scruffy dogs with a side of BBQ orcs and spicy trolls on grassy knolls Whose bell tolls just for lols and belly rolls
Covered with moles around football goals dipped in chocloate Jolly man jingles all full of hype for PAX
all who entered Through the window or the door and the chimney like santa claws Even the drain was stopped up by a blockage
of purple goo from @Diura's bagpipes
that she had made from rare purple toad warts and lily pads The sound attracted a crowd of rampant wriggling magots wearing party hats and clown shoes With pointy toes
with a red Clown nose too The clown maggots were part of a maniacal plan to siege @Belewyn's Ultimate moderator power and banish all, from the cruel and merciless Discord where weebs went to cry about the lack of bikinis and tentacles and tree domes within the community The "power" was on the wane
as evidenced by the muck encrusted barnacle attached to the boat paddle with wooden spikes protruding outward, bleeding raspberry jelly. Only she never knew what she said was so outrageous or utterly shameless so she began To unhinge her big baseball bat from her jaw and prepare her the ultimate challenge the intercontinental championship of ping pong. All who challenged king kong had and the russian hooker named Svetlana The first match was a bloodbath after just the first punch thrown after the serve broke the paddle and the ball
exploded into thousands of tiny fragments. little bitty pieces that were razor
(made possible by pressing Ctrl + B with my forum extension)