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Lash Lad groped for fun, while his pants dwindled into grotesque inanity. Señor Widebottom donated fifteen pantaloons dyed chartreuse to orphaned giraffes from Gorilla City. Pov flicked his Bic flirtatiously during brunch while EDE polished various parsnips with help.

Suddenly, Suddenly Seymour shouted, "Avast, me brontosaurus salad! There be swollen adenoids! Why, I'll recommend prompt promptness or existential existence for anyone pooping."

"Pooping?" exclaimed Lard Lad, "I'll demonstrate balloon-powered dishwashing via pantomime while balancing feces upon Power Girl's eyelashes!"

"That's impossible!" Space Tart cried. "Dishwashers can't clean blowholes!"

"Oh? Maybe in your picnic-basket, you'll find seamen dancing with Lad Boy, and then Rockhopper Lad, serenading cockatoos, danced with shameless ambiguity toward television commercials."

Cleome looked lustfully forlorn after Faraway Lad strapped on seventynine. Later, Cobalt Kid pistol-whipped ravioli worshippers vigorously because he could.

Meanwhile Director Lad shot footage of humping fat perogies. "Flaxseed!" cried Non Sequitor, "Why dingleberries dingle while paper dries tinkle?"

Later, Deirdre wondered if ice cream comes in '80s flavours, like chocolate Lionel Ritchie vocals sherbet lustfully licked lacklusterly. Gladys glimmered gorgeously while Alan Moore's Beard swallowed swallows.

Unexpectantly aromatic cookware arrived for Blockade Boy, who promptly slobbered into Lad Boy's chest protector while Stealth bamboozled Tamper Lad into invading Scotland because kilts are so passe.

Metaphysically, Outdoor Miner wasn't digging politicians graves but hoping for vanilla-flavored cake to smear on Caliente's bum elbow. This caused Frio pangs because Mattropolis filtered coffee through Seventeen Magazine advice column answers written nefariously.

Suddenly, evil persons attacked! "Murder! Murder!" shouted Ram Boy while ostriches matriculated at preschool delinquents with dilated fenceposts rips.

Elsewhere, Jem was skipping school buses over hill sides

Lash Lad groped for fun, while his pants dwindled into grotesque inanity. Señor Widebottom donated fifteen pantaloons dyed chartreuse to orphaned giraffes from Gorilla City. Pov flicked his Bic flirtatiously during brunch while EDE polished various parsnips with help.

Suddenly, Suddenly Seymour shouted, "Avast, me brontosaurus salad! There be swollen adenoids! Why, I'll recommend prompt promptness or existential existence for anyone pooping."

"Pooping?" exclaimed Lard Lad, "I'll demonstrate balloon-powered dishwashing via pantomime while balancing feces upon Power Girl's eyelashes!"

"That's impossible!" Space Tart cried. "Dishwashers can't clean blowholes!"

"Oh? Maybe in your picnic-basket, you'll find seamen dancing with Lad Boy, and then Rockhopper Lad, serenading cockatoos, danced with shameless ambiguity toward television commercials."

Cleome looked lustfully forlorn after Faraway Lad strapped on seventynine. Later, Cobalt Kid pistol-whipped ravioli worshippers vigorously because he could.

Meanwhile Director Lad shot footage of humping fat perogies. "Flaxseed!" cried Non Sequitor, "Why dingleberries dingle while paper dries tinkle?"

Later, Deirdre wondered if ice cream comes in '80s flavours, like chocolate Lionel Ritchie vocals sherbet lustfully licked lacklusterly. Gladys glimmered gorgeously while Alan Moore's Beard swallowed swallows.

Unexpectantly aromatic cookware arrived for Blockade Boy, who promptly slobbered into Lad Boy's chest protector while Stealth bamboozled Tamper Lad into invading Scotland because kilts are so passe.

Metaphysically, Outdoor Miner wasn't digging politicians graves but hoping for vanilla-flavored cake to smear on Caliente's bum elbow. This caused Frio pangs because Mattropolis filtered coffee through Seventeen Magazine advice column answers written nefariously.

Suddenly, evil persons attacked! "Murder! Murder!" shouted Ram Boy while ostriches matriculated at preschool delinquents with dilated fenceposts rips.

Elsewhere, Jem was skipping school buses over hill sides blooming

Lash Lad groped for fun, while his pants dwindled into grotesque inanity. Señor Widebottom donated fifteen pantaloons dyed chartreuse to orphaned giraffes from Gorilla City. Pov flicked his Bic flirtatiously during brunch while EDE polished various parsnips with help.

Suddenly, Suddenly Seymour shouted, "Avast, me brontosaurus salad! There be swollen adenoids! Why, I'll recommend prompt promptness or existential existence for anyone pooping."

"Pooping?" exclaimed Lard Lad, "I'll demonstrate balloon-powered dishwashing via pantomime while balancing feces upon Power Girl's eyelashes!"

"That's impossible!" Space Tart cried. "Dishwashers can't clean blowholes!"

"Oh? Maybe in your picnic-basket, you'll find seamen dancing with Lad Boy, and then Rockhopper Lad, serenading cockatoos, danced with shameless ambiguity toward television commercials."

Cleome looked lustfully forlorn after Faraway Lad strapped on seventynine. Later, Cobalt Kid pistol-whipped ravioli worshippers vigorously because he could.

Meanwhile Director Lad shot footage of humping fat perogies. "Flaxseed!" cried Non Sequitor, "Why dingleberries dingle while paper dries tinkle?"

Later, Deirdre wondered if ice cream comes in '80s flavours, like chocolate Lionel Ritchie vocals sherbet lustfully licked lacklusterly. Gladys glimmered gorgeously while Alan Moore's Beard swallowed swallows.

Unexpectantly aromatic cookware arrived for Blockade Boy, who promptly slobbered into Lad Boy's chest protector while Stealth bamboozled Tamper Lad into invading Scotland because kilts are so passe.

Metaphysically, Outdoor Miner wasn't digging politicians graves but hoping for vanilla-flavored cake to smear on Caliente's bum elbow. This caused Frio pangs because Mattropolis filtered coffee through Seventeen Magazine advice column answers written nefariously.

Suddenly, evil persons attacked! "Murder! Murder!" shouted Ram Boy while ostriches matriculated at preschool delinquents with dilated fenceposts rips.

Elsewhere, Jem was skipping school buses over hill sides blooming onions

Lash Lad groped for fun, while his pants dwindled into grotesque inanity. Señor Widebottom donated fifteen pantaloons dyed chartreuse to orphaned giraffes from Gorilla City. Pov flicked his Bic flirtatiously during brunch while EDE polished various parsnips with help.

Suddenly, Suddenly Seymour shouted, "Avast, me brontosaurus salad! There be swollen adenoids! Why, I'll recommend prompt promptness or existential existence for anyone pooping."

"Pooping?" exclaimed Lard Lad, "I'll demonstrate balloon-powered dishwashing via pantomime while balancing feces upon Power Girl's eyelashes!"

"That's impossible!" Space Tart cried. "Dishwashers can't clean blowholes!"

"Oh? Maybe in your picnic-basket, you'll find seamen dancing with Lad Boy, and then Rockhopper Lad, serenading cockatoos, danced with shameless ambiguity toward television commercials."

Cleome looked lustfully forlorn after Faraway Lad strapped on seventynine. Later, Cobalt Kid pistol-whipped ravioli worshippers vigorously because he could.

Meanwhile Director Lad shot footage of humping fat perogies. "Flaxseed!" cried Non Sequitor, "Why dingleberries dingle while paper dries tinkle?"

Later, Deirdre wondered if ice cream comes in '80s flavours, like chocolate Lionel Ritchie vocals sherbet lustfully licked lacklusterly. Gladys glimmered gorgeously while Alan Moore's Beard swallowed swallows.

Unexpectantly aromatic cookware arrived for Blockade Boy, who promptly slobbered into Lad Boy's chest protector while Stealth bamboozled Tamper Lad into invading Scotland because kilts are so passe.

Metaphysically, Outdoor Miner wasn't digging politicians graves but hoping for vanilla-flavored cake to smear on Caliente's bum elbow. This caused Frio pangs because Mattropolis filtered coffee through Seventeen Magazine advice column answers written nefariously.

Suddenly, evil persons attacked! "Murder! Murder!" shouted Ram Boy while ostriches matriculated at preschool delinquents with dilated fenceposts rips.

Elsewhere, Jem was skipping school buses over hill sides blooming onions.

Future King

Lash Lad groped for fun, while his pants dwindled into grotesque inanity. Señor Widebottom donated fifteen pantaloons dyed chartreuse to orphaned giraffes from Gorilla City. Pov flicked his Bic flirtatiously during brunch while EDE polished various parsnips with help.

Suddenly, Suddenly Seymour shouted, "Avast, me brontosaurus salad! There be swollen adenoids! Why, I'll recommend prompt promptness or existential existence for anyone pooping."

"Pooping?" exclaimed Lard Lad, "I'll demonstrate balloon-powered dishwashing via pantomime while balancing feces upon Power Girl's eyelashes!"

"That's impossible!" Space Tart cried. "Dishwashers can't clean blowholes!"

"Oh? Maybe in your picnic-basket, you'll find seamen dancing with Lad Boy, and then Rockhopper Lad, serenading cockatoos, danced with shameless ambiguity toward television commercials."

Cleome looked lustfully forlorn after Faraway Lad strapped on seventynine. Later, Cobalt Kid pistol-whipped ravioli worshippers vigorously because he could.

Meanwhile Director Lad shot footage of humping fat perogies. "Flaxseed!" cried Non Sequitor, "Why dingleberries dingle while paper dries tinkle?"

Later, Deirdre wondered if ice cream comes in '80s flavours, like chocolate Lionel Ritchie vocals sherbet lustfully licked lacklusterly. Gladys glimmered gorgeously while Alan Moore's Beard swallowed swallows.

Unexpectantly aromatic cookware arrived for Blockade Boy, who promptly slobbered into Lad Boy's chest protector while Stealth bamboozled Tamper Lad into invading Scotland because kilts are so passe.

Metaphysically, Outdoor Miner wasn't digging politicians graves but hoping for vanilla-flavored cake to smear on Caliente's bum elbow. This caused Frio pangs because Mattropolis filtered coffee through Seventeen Magazine advice column answers written nefariously.

Suddenly, evil persons attacked! "Murder! Murder!" shouted Ram Boy while ostriches matriculated at preschool delinquents with dilated fenceposts rips.

Elsewhere, Jem was skipping school buses over hill sides blooming onions.

Future King pranced

Lash Lad groped for fun, while his pants dwindled into grotesque inanity. Señor Widebottom donated fifteen pantaloons dyed chartreuse to orphaned giraffes from Gorilla City. Pov flicked his Bic flirtatiously during brunch while EDE polished various parsnips with help.

Suddenly, Suddenly Seymour shouted, "Avast, me brontosaurus salad! There be swollen adenoids! Why, I'll recommend prompt promptness or existential existence for anyone pooping."

"Pooping?" exclaimed Lard Lad, "I'll demonstrate balloon-powered dishwashing via pantomime while balancing feces upon Power Girl's eyelashes!"

"That's impossible!" Space Tart cried. "Dishwashers can't clean blowholes!"

"Oh? Maybe in your picnic-basket, you'll find seamen dancing with Lad Boy, and then Rockhopper Lad, serenading cockatoos, danced with shameless ambiguity toward television commercials."

Cleome looked lustfully forlorn after Faraway Lad strapped on seventynine. Later, Cobalt Kid pistol-whipped ravioli worshippers vigorously because he could.

Meanwhile Director Lad shot footage of humping fat perogies. "Flaxseed!" cried Non Sequitor, "Why dingleberries dingle while paper dries tinkle?"

Later, Deirdre wondered if ice cream comes in '80s flavours, like chocolate Lionel Ritchie vocals sherbet lustfully licked lacklusterly. Gladys glimmered gorgeously while Alan Moore's Beard swallowed swallows.

Unexpectantly aromatic cookware arrived for Blockade Boy, who promptly slobbered into Lad Boy's chest protector while Stealth bamboozled Tamper Lad into invading Scotland because kilts are so passe.

Metaphysically, Outdoor Miner wasn't digging politicians graves but hoping for vanilla-flavored cake to smear on Caliente's bum elbow. This caused Frio pangs because Mattropolis filtered coffee through Seventeen Magazine advice column answers written nefariously.

Suddenly, evil persons attacked! "Murder! Murder!" shouted Ram Boy while ostriches matriculated at preschool delinquents with dilated fenceposts rips.

Elsewhere, Jem was skipping school buses over hill sides blooming onions.

Future King pranced vivaciously

Lash Lad groped for fun, while his pants dwindled into grotesque inanity. Señor Widebottom donated fifteen pantaloons dyed chartreuse to orphaned giraffes from Gorilla City. Pov flicked his Bic flirtatiously during brunch while EDE polished various parsnips with help.

Suddenly, Suddenly Seymour shouted, "Avast, me brontosaurus salad! There be swollen adenoids! Why, I'll recommend prompt promptness or existential existence for anyone pooping."

"Pooping?" exclaimed Lard Lad, "I'll demonstrate balloon-powered dishwashing via pantomime while balancing feces upon Power Girl's eyelashes!"

"That's impossible!" Space Tart cried. "Dishwashers can't clean blowholes!"

"Oh? Maybe in your picnic-basket, you'll find seamen dancing with Lad Boy, and then Rockhopper Lad, serenading cockatoos, danced with shameless ambiguity toward television commercials."

Cleome looked lustfully forlorn after Faraway Lad strapped on seventynine. Later, Cobalt Kid pistol-whipped ravioli worshippers vigorously because he could.

Meanwhile Director Lad shot footage of humping fat perogies. "Flaxseed!" cried Non Sequitor, "Why dingleberries dingle while paper dries tinkle?"

Later, Deirdre wondered if ice cream comes in '80s flavours, like chocolate Lionel Ritchie vocals sherbet lustfully licked lacklusterly. Gladys glimmered gorgeously while Alan Moore's Beard swallowed swallows.

Unexpectantly aromatic cookware arrived for Blockade Boy, who promptly slobbered into Lad Boy's chest protector while Stealth bamboozled Tamper Lad into invading Scotland because kilts are so passe.

Metaphysically, Outdoor Miner wasn't digging politicians graves but hoping for vanilla-flavored cake to smear on Caliente's bum elbow. This caused Frio pangs because Mattropolis filtered coffee through Seventeen Magazine advice column answers written nefariously.

Suddenly, evil persons attacked! "Murder! Murder!" shouted Ram Boy while ostriches matriculated at preschool delinquents with dilated fenceposts rips.

Elsewhere, Jem was skipping school buses over hill sides blooming onions.

Future King pranced vivaciously across

Lash Lad groped for fun, while his pants dwindled into grotesque inanity. Señor Widebottom donated fifteen pantaloons dyed chartreuse to orphaned giraffes from Gorilla City. Pov flicked his Bic flirtatiously during brunch while EDE polished various parsnips with help.

Suddenly, Suddenly Seymour shouted, "Avast, me brontosaurus salad! There be swollen adenoids! Why, I'll recommend prompt promptness or existential existence for anyone pooping."

"Pooping?" exclaimed Lard Lad, "I'll demonstrate balloon-powered dishwashing via pantomime while balancing feces upon Power Girl's eyelashes!"

"That's impossible!" Space Tart cried. "Dishwashers can't clean blowholes!"

"Oh? Maybe in your picnic-basket, you'll find seamen dancing with Lad Boy, and then Rockhopper Lad, serenading cockatoos, danced with shameless ambiguity toward television commercials."

Cleome looked lustfully forlorn after Faraway Lad strapped on seventynine. Later, Cobalt Kid pistol-whipped ravioli worshippers vigorously because he could.

Meanwhile Director Lad shot footage of humping fat perogies. "Flaxseed!" cried Non Sequitor, "Why dingleberries dingle while paper dries tinkle?"

Later, Deirdre wondered if ice cream comes in '80s flavours, like chocolate Lionel Ritchie vocals sherbet lustfully licked lacklusterly. Gladys glimmered gorgeously while Alan Moore's Beard swallowed swallows.

Unexpectantly aromatic cookware arrived for Blockade Boy, who promptly slobbered into Lad Boy's chest protector while Stealth bamboozled Tamper Lad into invading Scotland because kilts are so passe.

Metaphysically, Outdoor Miner wasn't digging politicians graves but hoping for vanilla-flavored cake to smear on Caliente's bum elbow. This caused Frio pangs because Mattropolis filtered coffee through Seventeen Magazine advice column answers written nefariously.

Suddenly, evil persons attacked! "Murder! Murder!" shouted Ram Boy while ostriches matriculated at preschool delinquents with dilated fenceposts rips.

Elsewhere, Jem was skipping school buses over hill sides blooming onions.

Future King pranced vivaciously across Rickshaw's

Lash Lad groped for fun, while his pants dwindled into grotesque inanity. Señor Widebottom donated fifteen pantaloons dyed chartreuse to orphaned giraffes from Gorilla City. Pov flicked his Bic flirtatiously during brunch while EDE polished various parsnips with help.

Suddenly, Suddenly Seymour shouted, "Avast, me brontosaurus salad! There be swollen adenoids! Why, I'll recommend prompt promptness or existential existence for anyone pooping."

"Pooping?" exclaimed Lard Lad, "I'll demonstrate balloon-powered dishwashing via pantomime while balancing feces upon Power Girl's eyelashes!"

"That's impossible!" Space Tart cried. "Dishwashers can't clean blowholes!"

"Oh? Maybe in your picnic-basket, you'll find seamen dancing with Lad Boy, and then Rockhopper Lad, serenading cockatoos, danced with shameless ambiguity toward television commercials."

Cleome looked lustfully forlorn after Faraway Lad strapped on seventynine. Later, Cobalt Kid pistol-whipped ravioli worshippers vigorously because he could.

Meanwhile Director Lad shot footage of humping fat perogies. "Flaxseed!" cried Non Sequitor, "Why dingleberries dingle while paper dries tinkle?"

Later, Deirdre wondered if ice cream comes in '80s flavours, like chocolate Lionel Ritchie vocals sherbet lustfully licked lacklusterly. Gladys glimmered gorgeously while Alan Moore's Beard swallowed swallows.

Unexpectantly aromatic cookware arrived for Blockade Boy, who promptly slobbered into Lad Boy's chest protector while Stealth bamboozled Tamper Lad into invading Scotland because kilts are so passe.

Metaphysically, Outdoor Miner wasn't digging politicians graves but hoping for vanilla-flavored cake to smear on Caliente's bum elbow. This caused Frio pangs because Mattropolis filtered coffee through Seventeen Magazine advice column answers written nefariously.

Suddenly, evil persons attacked! "Murder! Murder!" shouted Ram Boy while ostriches matriculated at preschool delinquents with dilated fenceposts rips.

Elsewhere, Jem was skipping school buses over hill sides blooming onions.

Future King pranced vivaciously across Rickshaw's incredible

Lash Lad groped for fun, while his pants dwindled into grotesque inanity. Señor Widebottom donated fifteen pantaloons dyed chartreuse to orphaned giraffes from Gorilla City. Pov flicked his Bic flirtatiously during brunch while EDE polished various parsnips with help.

Suddenly, Suddenly Seymour shouted, "Avast, me brontosaurus salad! There be swollen adenoids! Why, I'll recommend prompt promptness or existential existence for anyone pooping."

"Pooping?" exclaimed Lard Lad, "I'll demonstrate balloon-powered dishwashing via pantomime while balancing feces upon Power Girl's eyelashes!"

"That's impossible!" Space Tart cried. "Dishwashers can't clean blowholes!"

"Oh? Maybe in your picnic-basket, you'll find seamen dancing with Lad Boy, and then Rockhopper Lad, serenading cockatoos, danced with shameless ambiguity toward television commercials."

Cleome looked lustfully forlorn after Faraway Lad strapped on seventynine. Later, Cobalt Kid pistol-whipped ravioli worshippers vigorously because he could.

Meanwhile Director Lad shot footage of humping fat perogies. "Flaxseed!" cried Non Sequitor, "Why dingleberries dingle while paper dries tinkle?"

Later, Deirdre wondered if ice cream comes in '80s flavours, like chocolate Lionel Ritchie vocals sherbet lustfully licked lacklusterly. Gladys glimmered gorgeously while Alan Moore's Beard swallowed swallows.

Unexpectantly aromatic cookware arrived for Blockade Boy, who promptly slobbered into Lad Boy's chest protector while Stealth bamboozled Tamper Lad into invading Scotland because kilts are so passe.

Metaphysically, Outdoor Miner wasn't digging politicians graves but hoping for vanilla-flavored cake to smear on Caliente's bum elbow. This caused Frio pangs because Mattropolis filtered coffee through Seventeen Magazine advice column answers written nefariously.

Suddenly, evil persons attacked! "Murder! Murder!" shouted Ram Boy while ostriches matriculated at preschool delinquents with dilated fenceposts rips.

Elsewhere, Jem was skipping school buses over hill sides blooming onions.

Future King pranced vivaciously across Rickshaw's incredible tumescent

Lash Lad groped for fun, while his pants dwindled into grotesque inanity. Señor Widebottom donated fifteen pantaloons dyed chartreuse to orphaned giraffes from Gorilla City. Pov flicked his Bic flirtatiously during brunch while EDE polished various parsnips with help.

Suddenly, Suddenly Seymour shouted, "Avast, me brontosaurus salad! There be swollen adenoids! Why, I'll recommend prompt promptness or existential existence for anyone pooping."

"Pooping?" exclaimed Lard Lad, "I'll demonstrate balloon-powered dishwashing via pantomime while balancing feces upon Power Girl's eyelashes!"

"That's impossible!" Space Tart cried. "Dishwashers can't clean blowholes!"

"Oh? Maybe in your picnic-basket, you'll find seamen dancing with Lad Boy, and then Rockhopper Lad, serenading cockatoos, danced with shameless ambiguity toward television commercials."

Cleome looked lustfully forlorn after Faraway Lad strapped on seventynine. Later, Cobalt Kid pistol-whipped ravioli worshippers vigorously because he could.

Meanwhile Director Lad shot footage of humping fat perogies. "Flaxseed!" cried Non Sequitor, "Why dingleberries dingle while paper dries tinkle?"

Later, Deirdre wondered if ice cream comes in '80s flavours, like chocolate Lionel Ritchie vocals sherbet lustfully licked lacklusterly. Gladys glimmered gorgeously while Alan Moore's Beard swallowed swallows.

Unexpectantly aromatic cookware arrived for Blockade Boy, who promptly slobbered into Lad Boy's chest protector while Stealth bamboozled Tamper Lad into invading Scotland because kilts are so passe.

Metaphysically, Outdoor Miner wasn't digging politicians graves but hoping for vanilla-flavored cake to smear on Caliente's bum elbow. This caused Frio pangs because Mattropolis filtered coffee through Seventeen Magazine advice column answers written nefariously.

Suddenly, evil persons attacked! "Murder! Murder!" shouted Ram Boy while ostriches matriculated at preschool delinquents with dilated fenceposts rips.

Elsewhere, Jem was skipping school buses over hill sides blooming onions.

Future King pranced vivaciously across Rickshaw's incredible tumescent knee

Lash Lad groped for fun, while his pants dwindled into grotesque inanity. Señor Widebottom donated fifteen pantaloons dyed chartreuse to orphaned giraffes from Gorilla City. Pov flicked his Bic flirtatiously during brunch while EDE polished various parsnips with help.

Suddenly, Suddenly Seymour shouted, "Avast, me brontosaurus salad! There be swollen adenoids! Why, I'll recommend prompt promptness or existential existence for anyone pooping."

"Pooping?" exclaimed Lard Lad, "I'll demonstrate balloon-powered dishwashing via pantomime while balancing feces upon Power Girl's eyelashes!"

"That's impossible!" Space Tart cried. "Dishwashers can't clean blowholes!"

"Oh? Maybe in your picnic-basket, you'll find seamen dancing with Lad Boy, and then Rockhopper Lad, serenading cockatoos, danced with shameless ambiguity toward television commercials."

Cleome looked lustfully forlorn after Faraway Lad strapped on seventynine. Later, Cobalt Kid pistol-whipped ravioli worshippers vigorously because he could.

Meanwhile Director Lad shot footage of humping fat perogies. "Flaxseed!" cried Non Sequitor, "Why dingleberries dingle while paper dries tinkle?"

Later, Deirdre wondered if ice cream comes in '80s flavours, like chocolate Lionel Ritchie vocals sherbet lustfully licked lacklusterly. Gladys glimmered gorgeously while Alan Moore's Beard swallowed swallows.

Unexpectantly aromatic cookware arrived for Blockade Boy, who promptly slobbered into Lad Boy's chest protector while Stealth bamboozled Tamper Lad into invading Scotland because kilts are so passe.

Metaphysically, Outdoor Miner wasn't digging politicians graves but hoping for vanilla-flavored cake to smear on Caliente's bum elbow. This caused Frio pangs because Mattropolis filtered coffee through Seventeen Magazine advice column answers written nefariously.

Suddenly, evil persons attacked! "Murder! Murder!" shouted Ram Boy while ostriches matriculated at preschool delinquents with dilated fenceposts rips.

Elsewhere, Jem was skipping school buses over hill sides blooming onions.

Future King pranced vivaciously across Rickshaw's incredible tumescent knee injury

Lash Lad groped for fun, while his pants dwindled into grotesque inanity. Señor Widebottom donated fifteen pantaloons dyed chartreuse to orphaned giraffes from Gorilla City. Pov flicked his Bic flirtatiously during brunch while EDE polished various parsnips with help.

Suddenly, Suddenly Seymour shouted, "Avast, me brontosaurus salad! There be swollen adenoids! Why, I'll recommend prompt promptness or existential existence for anyone pooping."

"Pooping?" exclaimed Lard Lad, "I'll demonstrate balloon-powered dishwashing via pantomime while balancing feces upon Power Girl's eyelashes!"

"That's impossible!" Space Tart cried. "Dishwashers can't clean blowholes!"

"Oh? Maybe in your picnic-basket, you'll find seamen dancing with Lad Boy, and then Rockhopper Lad, serenading cockatoos, danced with shameless ambiguity toward television commercials."

Cleome looked lustfully forlorn after Faraway Lad strapped on seventynine. Later, Cobalt Kid pistol-whipped ravioli worshippers vigorously because he could.

Meanwhile Director Lad shot footage of humping fat perogies. "Flaxseed!" cried Non Sequitor, "Why dingleberries dingle while paper dries tinkle?"

Later, Deirdre wondered if ice cream comes in '80s flavours, like chocolate Lionel Ritchie vocals sherbet lustfully licked lacklusterly. Gladys glimmered gorgeously while Alan Moore's Beard swallowed swallows.

Unexpectantly aromatic cookware arrived for Blockade Boy, who promptly slobbered into Lad Boy's chest protector while Stealth bamboozled Tamper Lad into invading Scotland because kilts are so passe.

Metaphysically, Outdoor Miner wasn't digging politicians graves but hoping for vanilla-flavored cake to smear on Caliente's bum elbow. This caused Frio pangs because Mattropolis filtered coffee through Seventeen Magazine advice column answers written nefariously.

Suddenly, evil persons attacked! "Murder! Murder!" shouted Ram Boy while ostriches matriculated at preschool delinquents with dilated fenceposts rips.

Elsewhere, Jem was skipping school buses over hill sides blooming onions.

Future King pranced vivaciously across Rickshaw's incredible tumescent knee injury, hoping

Lash Lad groped for fun, while his pants dwindled into grotesque inanity. Señor Widebottom donated fifteen pantaloons dyed chartreuse to orphaned giraffes from Gorilla City. Pov flicked his Bic flirtatiously during brunch while EDE polished various parsnips with help.

Suddenly, Suddenly Seymour shouted, "Avast, me brontosaurus salad! There be swollen adenoids! Why, I'll recommend prompt promptness or existential existence for anyone pooping."

"Pooping?" exclaimed Lard Lad, "I'll demonstrate balloon-powered dishwashing via pantomime while balancing feces upon Power Girl's eyelashes!"

"That's impossible!" Space Tart cried. "Dishwashers can't clean blowholes!"

"Oh? Maybe in your picnic-basket, you'll find seamen dancing with Lad Boy, and then Rockhopper Lad, serenading cockatoos, danced with shameless ambiguity toward television commercials."

Cleome looked lustfully forlorn after Faraway Lad strapped on seventynine. Later, Cobalt Kid pistol-whipped ravioli worshippers vigorously because he could.

Meanwhile Director Lad shot footage of humping fat perogies. "Flaxseed!" cried Non Sequitor, "Why dingleberries dingle while paper dries tinkle?"

Later, Deirdre wondered if ice cream comes in '80s flavours, like chocolate Lionel Ritchie vocals sherbet lustfully licked lacklusterly. Gladys glimmered gorgeously while Alan Moore's Beard swallowed swallows.

Unexpectantly aromatic cookware arrived for Blockade Boy, who promptly slobbered into Lad Boy's chest protector while Stealth bamboozled Tamper Lad into invading Scotland because kilts are so passe.

Metaphysically, Outdoor Miner wasn't digging politicians graves but hoping for vanilla-flavored cake to smear on Caliente's bum elbow. This caused Frio pangs because Mattropolis filtered coffee through Seventeen Magazine advice column answers written nefariously.

Suddenly, evil persons attacked! "Murder! Murder!" shouted Ram Boy while ostriches matriculated at preschool delinquents with dilated fenceposts rips.

Elsewhere, Jem was skipping school buses over hill sides blooming onions.

Future King pranced vivaciously across Rickshaw's incredible tumescent knee injury, hoping Legion Tracker

Lash Lad groped for fun, while his pants dwindled into grotesque inanity. Señor Widebottom donated fifteen pantaloons dyed chartreuse to orphaned giraffes from Gorilla City. Pov flicked his Bic flirtatiously during brunch while EDE polished various parsnips with help.

Suddenly, Suddenly Seymour shouted, "Avast, me brontosaurus salad! There be swollen adenoids! Why, I'll recommend prompt promptness or existential existence for anyone pooping."

"Pooping?" exclaimed Lard Lad, "I'll demonstrate balloon-powered dishwashing via pantomime while balancing feces upon Power Girl's eyelashes!"

"That's impossible!" Space Tart cried. "Dishwashers can't clean blowholes!"

"Oh? Maybe in your picnic-basket, you'll find seamen dancing with Lad Boy, and then Rockhopper Lad, serenading cockatoos, danced with shameless ambiguity toward television commercials."

Cleome looked lustfully forlorn after Faraway Lad strapped on seventynine. Later, Cobalt Kid pistol-whipped ravioli worshippers vigorously because he could.

Meanwhile Director Lad shot footage of humping fat perogies. "Flaxseed!" cried Non Sequitor, "Why dingleberries dingle while paper dries tinkle?"

Later, Deirdre wondered if ice cream comes in '80s flavours, like chocolate Lionel Ritchie vocals sherbet lustfully licked lacklusterly. Gladys glimmered gorgeously while Alan Moore's Beard swallowed swallows.

Unexpectantly aromatic cookware arrived for Blockade Boy, who promptly slobbered into Lad Boy's chest protector while Stealth bamboozled Tamper Lad into invading Scotland because kilts are so passe.

Metaphysically, Outdoor Miner wasn't digging politicians graves but hoping for vanilla-flavored cake to smear on Caliente's bum elbow. This caused Frio pangs because Mattropolis filtered coffee through Seventeen Magazine advice column answers written nefariously.

Suddenly, evil persons attacked! "Murder! Murder!" shouted Ram Boy while ostriches matriculated at preschool delinquents with dilated fenceposts rips.

Elsewhere, Jem was skipping school buses over hill sides blooming onions.

Future King pranced vivaciously across Rickshaw's incredible tumescent knee injury, hoping Legion Tracker's trick

Lash Lad groped for fun, while his pants dwindled into grotesque inanity. Señor Widebottom donated fifteen pantaloons dyed chartreuse to orphaned giraffes from Gorilla City. Pov flicked his Bic flirtatiously during brunch while EDE polished various parsnips with help.

Suddenly, Suddenly Seymour shouted, "Avast, me brontosaurus salad! There be swollen adenoids! Why, I'll recommend prompt promptness or existential existence for anyone pooping."

"Pooping?" exclaimed Lard Lad, "I'll demonstrate balloon-powered dishwashing via pantomime while balancing feces upon Power Girl's eyelashes!"

"That's impossible!" Space Tart cried. "Dishwashers can't clean blowholes!"

"Oh? Maybe in your picnic-basket, you'll find seamen dancing with Lad Boy, and then Rockhopper Lad, serenading cockatoos, danced with shameless ambiguity toward television commercials."

Cleome looked lustfully forlorn after Faraway Lad strapped on seventynine. Later, Cobalt Kid pistol-whipped ravioli worshippers vigorously because he could.

Meanwhile Director Lad shot footage of humping fat perogies. "Flaxseed!" cried Non Sequitor, "Why dingleberries dingle while paper dries tinkle?"

Later, Deirdre wondered if ice cream comes in '80s flavours, like chocolate Lionel Ritchie vocals sherbet lustfully licked lacklusterly. Gladys glimmered gorgeously while Alan Moore's Beard swallowed swallows.

Unexpectantly aromatic cookware arrived for Blockade Boy, who promptly slobbered into Lad Boy's chest protector while Stealth bamboozled Tamper Lad into invading Scotland because kilts are so passe.

Metaphysically, Outdoor Miner wasn't digging politicians graves but hoping for vanilla-flavored cake to smear on Caliente's bum elbow. This caused Frio pangs because Mattropolis filtered coffee through Seventeen Magazine advice column answers written nefariously.

Suddenly, evil persons attacked! "Murder! Murder!" shouted Ram Boy while ostriches matriculated at preschool delinquents with dilated fenceposts rips.

Elsewhere, Jem was skipping school buses over hill sides blooming onions.

Future King pranced vivaciously across Rickshaw's incredible tumescent knee injury, hoping Legion Tracker's trick truck

Lash Lad groped for fun, while his pants dwindled into grotesque inanity. Señor Widebottom donated fifteen pantaloons dyed chartreuse to orphaned giraffes from Gorilla City. Pov flicked his Bic flirtatiously during brunch while EDE polished various parsnips with help.

Suddenly, Suddenly Seymour shouted, "Avast, me brontosaurus salad! There be swollen adenoids! Why, I'll recommend prompt promptness or existential existence for anyone pooping."

"Pooping?" exclaimed Lard Lad, "I'll demonstrate balloon-powered dishwashing via pantomime while balancing feces upon Power Girl's eyelashes!"

"That's impossible!" Space Tart cried. "Dishwashers can't clean blowholes!"

"Oh? Maybe in your picnic-basket, you'll find seamen dancing with Lad Boy, and then Rockhopper Lad, serenading cockatoos, danced with shameless ambiguity toward television commercials."

Cleome looked lustfully forlorn after Faraway Lad strapped on seventynine. Later, Cobalt Kid pistol-whipped ravioli worshippers vigorously because he could.

Meanwhile Director Lad shot footage of humping fat perogies. "Flaxseed!" cried Non Sequitor, "Why dingleberries dingle while paper dries tinkle?"

Later, Deirdre wondered if ice cream comes in '80s flavours, like chocolate Lionel Ritchie vocals sherbet lustfully licked lacklusterly. Gladys glimmered gorgeously while Alan Moore's Beard swallowed swallows.

Unexpectantly aromatic cookware arrived for Blockade Boy, who promptly slobbered into Lad Boy's chest protector while Stealth bamboozled Tamper Lad into invading Scotland because kilts are so passe.

Metaphysically, Outdoor Miner wasn't digging politicians graves but hoping for vanilla-flavored cake to smear on Caliente's bum elbow. This caused Frio pangs because Mattropolis filtered coffee through Seventeen Magazine advice column answers written nefariously.

Suddenly, evil persons attacked! "Murder! Murder!" shouted Ram Boy while ostriches matriculated at preschool delinquents with dilated fenceposts rips.

Elsewhere, Jem was skipping school buses over hill sides blooming onions.

Future King pranced vivaciously across Rickshaw's incredible tumescent knee injury, hoping Legion Tracker's trick truck might

Lash Lad groped for fun, while his pants dwindled into grotesque inanity. Señor Widebottom donated fifteen pantaloons dyed chartreuse to orphaned giraffes from Gorilla City. Pov flicked his Bic flirtatiously during brunch while EDE polished various parsnips with help.

Suddenly, Suddenly Seymour shouted, "Avast, me brontosaurus salad! There be swollen adenoids! Why, I'll recommend prompt promptness or existential existence for anyone pooping."

"Pooping?" exclaimed Lard Lad, "I'll demonstrate balloon-powered dishwashing via pantomime while balancing feces upon Power Girl's eyelashes!"

"That's impossible!" Space Tart cried. "Dishwashers can't clean blowholes!"

"Oh? Maybe in your picnic-basket, you'll find seamen dancing with Lad Boy, and then Rockhopper Lad, serenading cockatoos, danced with shameless ambiguity toward television commercials."

Cleome looked lustfully forlorn after Faraway Lad strapped on seventynine. Later, Cobalt Kid pistol-whipped ravioli worshippers vigorously because he could.

Meanwhile Director Lad shot footage of humping fat perogies. "Flaxseed!" cried Non Sequitor, "Why dingleberries dingle while paper dries tinkle?"

Later, Deirdre wondered if ice cream comes in '80s flavours, like chocolate Lionel Ritchie vocals sherbet lustfully licked lacklusterly. Gladys glimmered gorgeously while Alan Moore's Beard swallowed swallows.

Unexpectantly aromatic cookware arrived for Blockade Boy, who promptly slobbered into Lad Boy's chest protector while Stealth bamboozled Tamper Lad into invading Scotland because kilts are so passe.

Metaphysically, Outdoor Miner wasn't digging politicians graves but hoping for vanilla-flavored cake to smear on Caliente's bum elbow. This caused Frio pangs because Mattropolis filtered coffee through Seventeen Magazine advice column answers written nefariously.

Suddenly, evil persons attacked! "Murder! Murder!" shouted Ram Boy while ostriches matriculated at preschool delinquents with dilated fenceposts rips.

Elsewhere, Jem was skipping school buses over hill sides blooming onions.

Future King pranced vivaciously across Rickshaw's incredible tumescent knee injury, hoping Legion Tracker's trick truck might careen

Lash Lad groped for fun, while his pants dwindled into grotesque inanity. Señor Widebottom donated fifteen pantaloons dyed chartreuse to orphaned giraffes from Gorilla City. Pov flicked his Bic flirtatiously during brunch while EDE polished various parsnips with help.

Suddenly, Suddenly Seymour shouted, "Avast, me brontosaurus salad! There be swollen adenoids! Why, I'll recommend prompt promptness or existential existence for anyone pooping."

"Pooping?" exclaimed Lard Lad, "I'll demonstrate balloon-powered dishwashing via pantomime while balancing feces upon Power Girl's eyelashes!"

"That's impossible!" Space Tart cried. "Dishwashers can't clean blowholes!"

"Oh? Maybe in your picnic-basket, you'll find seamen dancing with Lad Boy, and then Rockhopper Lad, serenading cockatoos, danced with shameless ambiguity toward television commercials."

Cleome looked lustfully forlorn after Faraway Lad strapped on seventynine. Later, Cobalt Kid pistol-whipped ravioli worshippers vigorously because he could.

Meanwhile Director Lad shot footage of humping fat perogies. "Flaxseed!" cried Non Sequitor, "Why dingleberries dingle while paper dries tinkle?"

Later, Deirdre wondered if ice cream comes in '80s flavours, like chocolate Lionel Ritchie vocals sherbet lustfully licked lacklusterly. Gladys glimmered gorgeously while Alan Moore's Beard swallowed swallows.

Unexpectantly aromatic cookware arrived for Blockade Boy, who promptly slobbered into Lad Boy's chest protector while Stealth bamboozled Tamper Lad into invading Scotland because kilts are so passe.

Metaphysically, Outdoor Miner wasn't digging politicians graves but hoping for vanilla-flavored cake to smear on Caliente's bum elbow. This caused Frio pangs because Mattropolis filtered coffee through Seventeen Magazine advice column answers written nefariously.

Suddenly, evil persons attacked! "Murder! Murder!" shouted Ram Boy while ostriches matriculated at preschool delinquents with dilated fenceposts rips.

Elsewhere, Jem was skipping school buses over hill sides blooming onions.

Future King pranced vivaciously across Rickshaw's incredible tumescent knee injury, hoping Legion Tracker's trick truck might careen wildly

Lash Lad groped for fun, while his pants dwindled into grotesque inanity. Señor Widebottom donated fifteen pantaloons dyed chartreuse to orphaned giraffes from Gorilla City. Pov flicked his Bic flirtatiously during brunch while EDE polished various parsnips with help.

Suddenly, Suddenly Seymour shouted, "Avast, me brontosaurus salad! There be swollen adenoids! Why, I'll recommend prompt promptness or existential existence for anyone pooping."

"Pooping?" exclaimed Lard Lad, "I'll demonstrate balloon-powered dishwashing via pantomime while balancing feces upon Power Girl's eyelashes!"

"That's impossible!" Space Tart cried. "Dishwashers can't clean blowholes!"

"Oh? Maybe in your picnic-basket, you'll find seamen dancing with Lad Boy, and then Rockhopper Lad, serenading cockatoos, danced with shameless ambiguity toward television commercials."

Cleome looked lustfully forlorn after Faraway Lad strapped on seventynine. Later, Cobalt Kid pistol-whipped ravioli worshippers vigorously because he could.

Meanwhile Director Lad shot footage of humping fat perogies. "Flaxseed!" cried Non Sequitor, "Why dingleberries dingle while paper dries tinkle?"

Later, Deirdre wondered if ice cream comes in '80s flavours, like chocolate Lionel Ritchie vocals sherbet lustfully licked lacklusterly. Gladys glimmered gorgeously while Alan Moore's Beard swallowed swallows.

Unexpectantly aromatic cookware arrived for Blockade Boy, who promptly slobbered into Lad Boy's chest protector while Stealth bamboozled Tamper Lad into invading Scotland because kilts are so passe.

Metaphysically, Outdoor Miner wasn't digging politicians graves but hoping for vanilla-flavored cake to smear on Caliente's bum elbow. This caused Frio pangs because Mattropolis filtered coffee through Seventeen Magazine advice column answers written nefariously.

Suddenly, evil persons attacked! "Murder! Murder!" shouted Ram Boy while ostriches matriculated at preschool delinquents with dilated fenceposts rips.

Elsewhere, Jem was skipping school buses over hill sides blooming onions.

Future King pranced vivaciously across Rickshaw's incredible tumescent knee injury, hoping Legion Tracker's trick truck might careen wildly toward

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Lash Lad groped for fun, while his pants dwindled into grotesque inanity. Señor Widebottom donated fifteen pantaloons dyed chartreuse to orphaned giraffes from Gorilla City. Pov flicked his Bic flirtatiously during brunch while EDE polished various parsnips with help.

Suddenly, Suddenly Seymour shouted, "Avast, me brontosaurus salad! There be swollen adenoids! Why, I'll recommend prompt promptness or existential existence for anyone pooping."

"Pooping?" exclaimed Lard Lad, "I'll demonstrate balloon-powered dishwashing via pantomime while balancing feces upon Power Girl's eyelashes!"

"That's impossible!" Space Tart cried. "Dishwashers can't clean blowholes!"

"Oh? Maybe in your picnic-basket, you'll find seamen dancing with Lad Boy, and then Rockhopper Lad, serenading cockatoos, danced with shameless ambiguity toward television commercials."

Cleome looked lustfully forlorn after Faraway Lad strapped on seventynine. Later, Cobalt Kid pistol-whipped ravioli worshippers vigorously because he could.

Meanwhile Director Lad shot footage of humping fat perogies. "Flaxseed!" cried Non Sequitor, "Why dingleberries dingle while paper dries tinkle?"

Later, Deirdre wondered if ice cream comes in '80s flavours, like chocolate Lionel Ritchie vocals sherbet lustfully licked lacklusterly. Gladys glimmered gorgeously while Alan Moore's Beard swallowed swallows.

Unexpectantly aromatic cookware arrived for Blockade Boy, who promptly slobbered into Lad Boy's chest protector while Stealth bamboozled Tamper Lad into invading Scotland because kilts are so passe.

Metaphysically, Outdoor Miner wasn't digging politicians graves but hoping for vanilla-flavored cake to smear on Caliente's bum elbow. This caused Frio pangs because Mattropolis filtered coffee through Seventeen Magazine advice column answers written nefariously.

Suddenly, evil persons attacked! "Murder! Murder!" shouted Ram Boy while ostriches matriculated at preschool delinquents with dilated fenceposts rips.

Elsewhere, Jem was skipping school buses over hill sides blooming onions.

Future King pranced vivaciously across Rickshaw's incredible tumescent knee injury, hoping Legion Tracker's trick truck might careen wildly toward Power Boy's

Lash Lad groped for fun, while his pants dwindled into grotesque inanity. Señor Widebottom donated fifteen pantaloons dyed chartreuse to orphaned giraffes from Gorilla City. Pov flicked his Bic flirtatiously during brunch while EDE polished various parsnips with help.

Suddenly, Suddenly Seymour shouted, "Avast, me brontosaurus salad! There be swollen adenoids! Why, I'll recommend prompt promptness or existential existence for anyone pooping."

"Pooping?" exclaimed Lard Lad, "I'll demonstrate balloon-powered dishwashing via pantomime while balancing feces upon Power Girl's eyelashes!"

"That's impossible!" Space Tart cried. "Dishwashers can't clean blowholes!"

"Oh? Maybe in your picnic-basket, you'll find seamen dancing with Lad Boy, and then Rockhopper Lad, serenading cockatoos, danced with shameless ambiguity toward television commercials."

Cleome looked lustfully forlorn after Faraway Lad strapped on seventynine. Later, Cobalt Kid pistol-whipped ravioli worshippers vigorously because he could.

Meanwhile Director Lad shot footage of humping fat perogies. "Flaxseed!" cried Non Sequitor, "Why dingleberries dingle while paper dries tinkle?"

Later, Deirdre wondered if ice cream comes in '80s flavours, like chocolate Lionel Ritchie vocals sherbet lustfully licked lacklusterly. Gladys glimmered gorgeously while Alan Moore's Beard swallowed swallows.

Unexpectantly aromatic cookware arrived for Blockade Boy, who promptly slobbered into Lad Boy's chest protector while Stealth bamboozled Tamper Lad into invading Scotland because kilts are so passe.

Metaphysically, Outdoor Miner wasn't digging politicians graves but hoping for vanilla-flavored cake to smear on Caliente's bum elbow. This caused Frio pangs because Mattropolis filtered coffee through Seventeen Magazine advice column answers written nefariously.

Suddenly, evil persons attacked! "Murder! Murder!" shouted Ram Boy while ostriches matriculated at preschool delinquents with dilated fenceposts rips.

Elsewhere, Jem was skipping school buses over hill sides blooming onions.

Future King pranced vivaciously across Rickshaw's incredible tumescent knee injury, hoping Legion Tracker's trick truck might careen wildly toward Power Boy's cement

Lash Lad groped for fun, while his pants dwindled into grotesque inanity. Señor Widebottom donated fifteen pantaloons dyed chartreuse to orphaned giraffes from Gorilla City. Pov flicked his Bic flirtatiously during brunch while EDE polished various parsnips with help.

Suddenly, Suddenly Seymour shouted, "Avast, me brontosaurus salad! There be swollen adenoids! Why, I'll recommend prompt promptness or existential existence for anyone pooping."

"Pooping?" exclaimed Lard Lad, "I'll demonstrate balloon-powered dishwashing via pantomime while balancing feces upon Power Girl's eyelashes!"

"That's impossible!" Space Tart cried. "Dishwashers can't clean blowholes!"

"Oh? Maybe in your picnic-basket, you'll find seamen dancing with Lad Boy, and then Rockhopper Lad, serenading cockatoos, danced with shameless ambiguity toward television commercials."

Cleome looked lustfully forlorn after Faraway Lad strapped on seventynine. Later, Cobalt Kid pistol-whipped ravioli worshippers vigorously because he could.

Meanwhile Director Lad shot footage of humping fat perogies. "Flaxseed!" cried Non Sequitor, "Why dingleberries dingle while paper dries tinkle?"

Later, Deirdre wondered if ice cream comes in '80s flavours, like chocolate Lionel Ritchie vocals sherbet lustfully licked lacklusterly. Gladys glimmered gorgeously while Alan Moore's Beard swallowed swallows.

Unexpectantly aromatic cookware arrived for Blockade Boy, who promptly slobbered into Lad Boy's chest protector while Stealth bamboozled Tamper Lad into invading Scotland because kilts are so passe.

Metaphysically, Outdoor Miner wasn't digging politicians graves but hoping for vanilla-flavored cake to smear on Caliente's bum elbow. This caused Frio pangs because Mattropolis filtered coffee through Seventeen Magazine advice column answers written nefariously.

Suddenly, evil persons attacked! "Murder! Murder!" shouted Ram Boy while ostriches matriculated at preschool delinquents with dilated fenceposts rips.

Elsewhere, Jem was skipping school buses over hill sides blooming onions.

Future King pranced vivaciously across Rickshaw's incredible tumescent knee injury, hoping Legion Tracker's trick truck might careen wildly toward Power Boy's cement pond

Lash Lad groped for fun, while his pants dwindled into grotesque inanity. Señor Widebottom donated fifteen pantaloons dyed chartreuse to orphaned giraffes from Gorilla City. Pov flicked his Bic flirtatiously during brunch while EDE polished various parsnips with help.

Suddenly, Suddenly Seymour shouted, "Avast, me brontosaurus salad! There be swollen adenoids! Why, I'll recommend prompt promptness or existential existence for anyone pooping."

"Pooping?" exclaimed Lard Lad, "I'll demonstrate balloon-powered dishwashing via pantomime while balancing feces upon Power Girl's eyelashes!"

"That's impossible!" Space Tart cried. "Dishwashers can't clean blowholes!"

"Oh? Maybe in your picnic-basket, you'll find seamen dancing with Lad Boy, and then Rockhopper Lad, serenading cockatoos, danced with shameless ambiguity toward television commercials."

Cleome looked lustfully forlorn after Faraway Lad strapped on seventynine. Later, Cobalt Kid pistol-whipped ravioli worshippers vigorously because he could.

Meanwhile Director Lad shot footage of humping fat perogies. "Flaxseed!" cried Non Sequitor, "Why dingleberries dingle while paper dries tinkle?"

Later, Deirdre wondered if ice cream comes in '80s flavours, like chocolate Lionel Ritchie vocals sherbet lustfully licked lacklusterly. Gladys glimmered gorgeously while Alan Moore's Beard swallowed swallows.

Unexpectantly aromatic cookware arrived for Blockade Boy, who promptly slobbered into Lad Boy's chest protector while Stealth bamboozled Tamper Lad into invading Scotland because kilts are so passe.

Metaphysically, Outdoor Miner wasn't digging politicians graves but hoping for vanilla-flavored cake to smear on Caliente's bum elbow. This caused Frio pangs because Mattropolis filtered coffee through Seventeen Magazine advice column answers written nefariously.

Suddenly, evil persons attacked! "Murder! Murder!" shouted Ram Boy while ostriches matriculated at preschool delinquents with dilated fenceposts rips.

Elsewhere, Jem was skipping school buses over hill sides blooming onions.

Future King pranced vivaciously across Rickshaw's incredible tumescent knee injury, hoping Legion Tracker's trick truck might careen wildly toward Power Boy's cement pond sculpture

Lash Lad groped for fun, while his pants dwindled into grotesque inanity. Señor Widebottom donated fifteen pantaloons dyed chartreuse to orphaned giraffes from Gorilla City. Pov flicked his Bic flirtatiously during brunch while EDE polished various parsnips with help.

Suddenly, Suddenly Seymour shouted, "Avast, me brontosaurus salad! There be swollen adenoids! Why, I'll recommend prompt promptness or existential existence for anyone pooping."

"Pooping?" exclaimed Lard Lad, "I'll demonstrate balloon-powered dishwashing via pantomime while balancing feces upon Power Girl's eyelashes!"

"That's impossible!" Space Tart cried. "Dishwashers can't clean blowholes!"

"Oh? Maybe in your picnic-basket, you'll find seamen dancing with Lad Boy, and then Rockhopper Lad, serenading cockatoos, danced with shameless ambiguity toward television commercials."

Cleome looked lustfully forlorn after Faraway Lad strapped on seventynine. Later, Cobalt Kid pistol-whipped ravioli worshippers vigorously because he could.

Meanwhile Director Lad shot footage of humping fat perogies. "Flaxseed!" cried Non Sequitor, "Why dingleberries dingle while paper dries tinkle?"

Later, Deirdre wondered if ice cream comes in '80s flavours, like chocolate Lionel Ritchie vocals sherbet lustfully licked lacklusterly. Gladys glimmered gorgeously while Alan Moore's Beard swallowed swallows.

Unexpectantly aromatic cookware arrived for Blockade Boy, who promptly slobbered into Lad Boy's chest protector while Stealth bamboozled Tamper Lad into invading Scotland because kilts are so passe.

Metaphysically, Outdoor Miner wasn't digging politicians graves but hoping for vanilla-flavored cake to smear on Caliente's bum elbow. This caused Frio pangs because Mattropolis filtered coffee through Seventeen Magazine advice column answers written nefariously.

Suddenly, evil persons attacked! "Murder! Murder!" shouted Ram Boy while ostriches matriculated at preschool delinquents with dilated fenceposts rips.

Elsewhere, Jem was skipping school buses over hill sides blooming onions.

Future King pranced vivaciously across Rickshaw's incredible tumescent knee injury, hoping Legion Tracker's trick truck might careen wildly toward Power Boy's cement pond sculpture.

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