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The mouse ran away past the sleeping dragon. Suddenly, it heard a deep roar, which came from within the mysterious grotto. Cowering beneath the bushes, the mouse saw a huge, grey behemoth.
"Greetings, how would mouses [sic] squeak?" it said. "Like lions do?"
"Huh?" The awkward mouse could not think straight. "What do you mean? Lions don't like
squeaking!" the mouse shyly said.
"No, but my pastor says lions smell, sound and eat just like mice."
"Bullcrap! Lions roar, eat mice and fart disgustingly."
Later Kim, the Kardashian mouse awoke Toontown. It sounded Kanye-like, but was really high-pitched, like a kazoo. "The Kardashian family died," said Kim. "Trump fired them for squeaking."
"Huh?" said Jim the Hamster. "Why did they perish?"
"Because under Kanye's threat, the president would nuke Moscow and Kiev."
Meanwhile, the behemoth scratched behind his ears.
"Why are you so itchy?" the mouse asked.
"Squeaking is scratchy, my tail makes me giddy!" sang the behemoth, slurring drunkenly.
"Okay, Kim my friend warned me that Trump was dating Putin, so Kanye decided nuking Russia would cockblock their grandpappies."
"Who's Trump?"
"President of.."
"Huh?" the Behemoth slurred.
"Yeezy is comin', breh," said the rapper, smoking. Kanye West walked into a bush. He spoke slowly. "I have got to nuke some capitals."
"We can't destroy.."
"S**t!" cried the mouse, shock on his tiny face. The behemoth dropped unconscious, with a whiskey stain bigger than Russia's landmass.
The mouse erroneously thought that existentialism was the reason for cheesy events. So he pondered whether the behemoth was real.
Unknown circumstances caused Kim to lose her way and tell the police.
"Where's Waldo? My soldiers last saw him drinking prune juice with Kanye."
Meanwhile, the behemoth slept with one of the hottest dragons that ever squeaked, so nothing bad occurred.
"That was close," said the behemoth. "The sex drove my awkward giddiness away via..."
"Zzzzzzzzz", a dragon's snore reverberated, covering all the grotto. The dragon snored soundly, until suddenly, KABOOOOM! The smell of radiation reached the grotto; a loud fart had flooded past.
Meanwhile, Kim and Waldo met near Chihuahua to procreate, under pressure by Kanye to rap a song for mice who fap.
"We're heading for calamity in Russia/
Evidently it's vodka-fueled mania/
Chaotic insomnia causing Lithuania/
fappers to move into Prussia!"
Kim revealed lyrics.
"Rappers ain't fappers.
Fappers dig flappin'
their dicks at damping
gangsta.."
"Boo!" yelled the angry behemoth. "Gangsta rappin' woke me. What up?"
"We're engaging in romantic fappin',
'cause haters hate
Gangsta jackin."
"What?"
Meanwhile, Kanye was composing nukes for destruction of Russia's major cities. He pushed the helpless button.
Until the sky regurgitated rain and mice, quite an apocalyptic event occurred: Moscow burned down. Kiev then went up in flames. Everyone felt sad, except Yeezy. He threw lyrics:
"I just nuked Russia,
the largest crater in concussion
It gonna be armageddon
when Putin does his vodka-brewing destruction
and everything goes
pow!"
Meanwhile, escaping the explosions, Trump disappeared into the insane land of mutant Kardashian monsters. Firing rockets at Middle-Earth instead, Legolas killed Merkel with much anticipation from every McDonalds employee.
"Middle eastern french-fries taste too soggy, cheeseburgers rule!" said Trump, swinging his arms at his armchair drunkenly. A Kardashian monster butt waddled around him, idiosyncratically steered Mike Love toward the dumpster, close to the awkward little extraterrestrial
The mouse ran away past the sleeping dragon. Suddenly, it heard a deep roar, which came from within the mysterious grotto. Cowering beneath the bushes, the mouse saw a huge, grey behemoth.
"Greetings, how would mouses [sic] squeak?" it said. "Like lions do?"
"Huh?" The awkward mouse could not think straight. "What do you mean? Lions don't like
squeaking!" the mouse shyly said.
"No, but my pastor says lions smell, sound and eat just like mice."
"Bullcrap! Lions roar, eat mice and fart disgustingly."
Later Kim, the Kardashian mouse awoke Toontown. It sounded Kanye-like, but was really high-pitched, like a kazoo. "The Kardashian family died," said Kim. "Trump fired them for squeaking."
"Huh?" said Jim the Hamster. "Why did they perish?"
"Because under Kanye's threat, the president would nuke Moscow and Kiev."
Meanwhile, the behemoth scratched behind his ears.
"Why are you so itchy?" the mouse asked.
"Squeaking is scratchy, my tail makes me giddy!" sang the behemoth, slurring drunkenly.
"Okay, Kim my friend warned me that Trump was dating Putin, so Kanye decided nuking Russia would cockblock their grandpappies."
"Who's Trump?"
"President of.."
"Huh?" the Behemoth slurred.
"Yeezy is comin', breh," said the rapper, smoking. Kanye West walked into a bush. He spoke slowly. "I have got to nuke some capitals."
"We can't destroy.."
"S**t!" cried the mouse, shock on his tiny face. The behemoth dropped unconscious, with a whiskey stain bigger than Russia's landmass.
The mouse erroneously thought that existentialism was the reason for cheesy events. So he pondered whether the behemoth was real.
Unknown circumstances caused Kim to lose her way and tell the police.
"Where's Waldo? My soldiers last saw him drinking prune juice with Kanye."
Meanwhile, the behemoth slept with one of the hottest dragons that ever squeaked, so nothing bad occurred.
"That was close," said the behemoth. "The sex drove my awkward giddiness away via..."
"Zzzzzzzzz", a dragon's snore reverberated, covering all the grotto. The dragon snored soundly, until suddenly, KABOOOOM! The smell of radiation reached the grotto; a loud fart had flooded past.
Meanwhile, Kim and Waldo met near Chihuahua to procreate, under pressure by Kanye to rap a song for mice who fap.
"We're heading for calamity in Russia/
Evidently it's vodka-fueled mania/
Chaotic insomnia causing Lithuania/
fappers to move into Prussia!"
Kim revealed lyrics.
"Rappers ain't fappers.
Fappers dig flappin'
their dicks at damping
gangsta.."
"Boo!" yelled the angry behemoth. "Gangsta rappin' woke me. What up?"
"We're engaging in romantic fappin',
'cause haters hate
Gangsta jackin."
"What?"
Meanwhile, Kanye was composing nukes for destruction of Russia's major cities. He pushed the helpless button.
Until the sky regurgitated rain and mice, quite an apocalyptic event occurred: Moscow burned down. Kiev then went up in flames. Everyone felt sad, except Yeezy. He threw lyrics:
"I just nuked Russia,
the largest crater in concussion
It gonna be armageddon
when Putin does his vodka-brewing destruction
and everything goes
pow!"
Meanwhile, escaping the explosions, Trump disappeared into the insane land of mutant Kardashian monsters. Firing rockets at Middle-Earth instead, Legolas killed Merkel with much anticipation from every McDonalds employee.
"Middle eastern french-fries taste too soggy, cheeseburgers rule!" said Trump, swinging his arms at his armchair drunkenly. A Kardashian monster butt waddled around him, idiosyncratically steered Mike Love toward the dumpster, close to the awkward little extraterrestrial singer-songwriter
The mouse ran away past the sleeping dragon. Suddenly, it heard a deep roar, which came from within the mysterious grotto. Cowering beneath the bushes, the mouse saw a huge, grey behemoth.
"Greetings, how would mouses [sic] squeak?" it said. "Like lions do?"
"Huh?" The awkward mouse could not think straight. "What do you mean? Lions don't like
squeaking!" the mouse shyly said.
"No, but my pastor says lions smell, sound and eat just like mice."
"Bullcrap! Lions roar, eat mice and fart disgustingly."
Later Kim, the Kardashian mouse awoke Toontown. It sounded Kanye-like, but was really high-pitched, like a kazoo. "The Kardashian family died," said Kim. "Trump fired them for squeaking."
"Huh?" said Jim the Hamster. "Why did they perish?"
"Because under Kanye's threat, the president would nuke Moscow and Kiev."
Meanwhile, the behemoth scratched behind his ears.
"Why are you so itchy?" the mouse asked.
"Squeaking is scratchy, my tail makes me giddy!" sang the behemoth, slurring drunkenly.
"Okay, Kim my friend warned me that Trump was dating Putin, so Kanye decided nuking Russia would cockblock their grandpappies."
"Who's Trump?"
"President of.."
"Huh?" the Behemoth slurred.
"Yeezy is comin', breh," said the rapper, smoking. Kanye West walked into a bush. He spoke slowly. "I have got to nuke some capitals."
"We can't destroy.."
"S**t!" cried the mouse, shock on his tiny face. The behemoth dropped unconscious, with a whiskey stain bigger than Russia's landmass.
The mouse erroneously thought that existentialism was the reason for cheesy events. So he pondered whether the behemoth was real.
Unknown circumstances caused Kim to lose her way and tell the police.
"Where's Waldo? My soldiers last saw him drinking prune juice with Kanye."
Meanwhile, the behemoth slept with one of the hottest dragons that ever squeaked, so nothing bad occurred.
"That was close," said the behemoth. "The sex drove my awkward giddiness away via..."
"Zzzzzzzzz", a dragon's snore reverberated, covering all the grotto. The dragon snored soundly, until suddenly, KABOOOOM! The smell of radiation reached the grotto; a loud fart had flooded past.
Meanwhile, Kim and Waldo met near Chihuahua to procreate, under pressure by Kanye to rap a song for mice who fap.
"We're heading for calamity in Russia/
Evidently it's vodka-fueled mania/
Chaotic insomnia causing Lithuania/
fappers to move into Prussia!"
Kim revealed lyrics.
"Rappers ain't fappers.
Fappers dig flappin'
their dicks at damping
gangsta.."
"Boo!" yelled the angry behemoth. "Gangsta rappin' woke me. What up?"
"We're engaging in romantic fappin',
'cause haters hate
Gangsta jackin."
"What?"
Meanwhile, Kanye was composing nukes for destruction of Russia's major cities. He pushed the helpless button.
Until the sky regurgitated rain and mice, quite an apocalyptic event occurred: Moscow burned down. Kiev then went up in flames. Everyone felt sad, except Yeezy. He threw lyrics:
"I just nuked Russia,
the largest crater in concussion
It gonna be armageddon
when Putin does his vodka-brewing destruction
and everything goes
pow!"
Meanwhile, escaping the explosions, Trump disappeared into the insane land of mutant Kardashian monsters. Firing rockets at Middle-Earth instead, Legolas killed Merkel with much anticipation from every McDonalds employee.
"Middle eastern french-fries taste too soggy, cheeseburgers rule!" said Trump, swinging his arms at his armchair drunkenly. A Kardashian monster butt waddled around him, idiosyncratically steered Mike Love toward the dumpster, close to the awkward little extraterrestrial singer-songwriter with
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The mouse ran away past the sleeping dragon. Suddenly, it heard a deep roar, which came from within the mysterious grotto. Cowering beneath the bushes, the mouse saw a huge, grey behemoth.
"Greetings, how would mouses [sic] squeak?" it said. "Like lions do?"
"Huh?" The awkward mouse could not think straight. "What do you mean? Lions don't like
squeaking!" the mouse shyly said.
"No, but my pastor says lions smell, sound and eat just like mice."
"Bullcrap! Lions roar, eat mice and fart disgustingly."
Later Kim, the Kardashian mouse awoke Toontown. It sounded Kanye-like, but was really high-pitched, like a kazoo. "The Kardashian family died," said Kim. "Trump fired them for squeaking."
"Huh?" said Jim the Hamster. "Why did they perish?"
"Because under Kanye's threat, the president would nuke Moscow and Kiev."
Meanwhile, the behemoth scratched behind his ears.
"Why are you so itchy?" the mouse asked.
"Squeaking is scratchy, my tail makes me giddy!" sang the behemoth, slurring drunkenly.
"Okay, Kim my friend warned me that Trump was dating Putin, so Kanye decided nuking Russia would cockblock their grandpappies."
"Who's Trump?"
"President of.."
"Huh?" the Behemoth slurred.
"Yeezy is comin', breh," said the rapper, smoking. Kanye West walked into a bush. He spoke slowly. "I have got to nuke some capitals."
"We can't destroy.."
"S**t!" cried the mouse, shock on his tiny face. The behemoth dropped unconscious, with a whiskey stain bigger than Russia's landmass.
The mouse erroneously thought that existentialism was the reason for cheesy events. So he pondered whether the behemoth was real.
Unknown circumstances caused Kim to lose her way and tell the police.
"Where's Waldo? My soldiers last saw him drinking prune juice with Kanye."
Meanwhile, the behemoth slept with one of the hottest dragons that ever squeaked, so nothing bad occurred.
"That was close," said the behemoth. "The sex drove my awkward giddiness away via..."
"Zzzzzzzzz", a dragon's snore reverberated, covering all the grotto. The dragon snored soundly, until suddenly, KABOOOOM! The smell of radiation reached the grotto; a loud fart had flooded past.
Meanwhile, Kim and Waldo met near Chihuahua to procreate, under pressure by Kanye to rap a song for mice who fap.
"We're heading for calamity in Russia/
Evidently it's vodka-fueled mania/
Chaotic insomnia causing Lithuania/
fappers to move into Prussia!"
Kim revealed lyrics.
"Rappers ain't fappers.
Fappers dig flappin'
their dicks at damping
gangsta.."
"Boo!" yelled the angry behemoth. "Gangsta rappin' woke me. What up?"
"We're engaging in romantic fappin',
'cause haters hate
Gangsta jackin."
"What?"
Meanwhile, Kanye was composing nukes for destruction of Russia's major cities. He pushed the helpless button.
Until the sky regurgitated rain and mice, quite an apocalyptic event occurred: Moscow burned down. Kiev then went up in flames. Everyone felt sad, except Yeezy. He threw lyrics:
"I just nuked Russia,
the largest crater in concussion
It gonna be armageddon
when Putin does his vodka-brewing destruction
and everything goes
pow!"
Meanwhile, escaping the explosions, Trump disappeared into the insane land of mutant Kardashian monsters. Firing rockets at Middle-Earth instead, Legolas killed Merkel with much anticipation from every McDonalds employee.
"Middle eastern french-fries taste too soggy, cheeseburgers rule!" said Trump, swinging his arms at his armchair drunkenly. A Kardashian monster butt waddled around him, idiosyncratically steered Mike Love toward the dumpster, close to the awkward little extraterrestrial singer-songwriter with herpes.
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That guy is a dingus.
The mouse ran away past the sleeping dragon. Suddenly, it heard a deep roar, which came from within the mysterious grotto. Cowering beneath the bushes, the mouse saw a huge, grey behemoth.
"Greetings, how would mouses [sic] squeak?" it said. "Like lions do?"
"Huh?" The awkward mouse could not think straight. "What do you mean? Lions don't like
squeaking!" the mouse shyly said.
"No, but my pastor says lions smell, sound and eat just like mice."
"Bullcrap! Lions roar, eat mice and fart disgustingly."
Later Kim, the Kardashian mouse awoke Toontown. It sounded Kanye-like, but was really high-pitched, like a kazoo. "The Kardashian family died," said Kim. "Trump fired them for squeaking."
"Huh?" said Jim the Hamster. "Why did they perish?"
"Because under Kanye's threat, the president would nuke Moscow and Kiev."
Meanwhile, the behemoth scratched behind his ears.
"Why are you so itchy?" the mouse asked.
"Squeaking is scratchy, my tail makes me giddy!" sang the behemoth, slurring drunkenly.
"Okay, Kim my friend warned me that Trump was dating Putin, so Kanye decided nuking Russia would cockblock their grandpappies."
"Who's Trump?"
"President of.."
"Huh?" the Behemoth slurred.
"Yeezy is comin', breh," said the rapper, smoking. Kanye West walked into a bush. He spoke slowly. "I have got to nuke some capitals."
"We can't destroy.."
"S**t!" cried the mouse, shock on his tiny face. The behemoth dropped unconscious, with a whiskey stain bigger than Russia's landmass.
The mouse erroneously thought that existentialism was the reason for cheesy events. So he pondered whether the behemoth was real.
Unknown circumstances caused Kim to lose her way and tell the police.
"Where's Waldo? My soldiers last saw him drinking prune juice with Kanye."
Meanwhile, the behemoth slept with one of the hottest dragons that ever squeaked, so nothing bad occurred.
"That was close," said the behemoth. "The sex drove my awkward giddiness away via..."
"Zzzzzzzzz", a dragon's snore reverberated, covering all the grotto. The dragon snored soundly, until suddenly, KABOOOOM! The smell of radiation reached the grotto; a loud fart had flooded past.
Meanwhile, Kim and Waldo met near Chihuahua to procreate, under pressure by Kanye to rap a song for mice who fap.
"We're heading for calamity in Russia/
Evidently it's vodka-fueled mania/
Chaotic insomnia causing Lithuania/
fappers to move into Prussia!"
Kim revealed lyrics.
"Rappers ain't fappers.
Fappers dig flappin'
their dicks at damping
gangsta.."
"Boo!" yelled the angry behemoth. "Gangsta rappin' woke me. What up?"
"We're engaging in romantic fappin',
'cause haters hate
Gangsta jackin."
"What?"
Meanwhile, Kanye was composing nukes for destruction of Russia's major cities. He pushed the helpless button.
Until the sky regurgitated rain and mice, quite an apocalyptic event occurred: Moscow burned down. Kiev then went up in flames. Everyone felt sad, except Yeezy. He threw lyrics:
"I just nuked Russia,
the largest crater in concussion
It gonna be armageddon
when Putin does his vodka-brewing destruction
and everything goes
pow!"
Meanwhile, escaping the explosions, Trump disappeared into the insane land of mutant Kardashian monsters. Firing rockets at Middle-Earth instead, Legolas killed Merkel with much anticipation from every McDonalds employee.
"Middle eastern french-fries taste too soggy, cheeseburgers rule!" said Trump, swinging his arms at his armchair drunkenly. A Kardashian monster butt waddled around him, idiosyncratically steered Mike Love toward the dumpster, close to the awkward little extraterrestrial singer-songwriter with herpes. Running
The mouse ran away past the sleeping dragon. Suddenly, it heard a deep roar, which came from within the mysterious grotto. Cowering beneath the bushes, the mouse saw a huge, grey behemoth.
"Greetings, how would mouses [sic] squeak?" it said. "Like lions do?"
"Huh?" The awkward mouse could not think straight. "What do you mean? Lions don't like
squeaking!" the mouse shyly said.
"No, but my pastor says lions smell, sound and eat just like mice."
"Bullcrap! Lions roar, eat mice and fart disgustingly."
Later Kim, the Kardashian mouse awoke Toontown. It sounded Kanye-like, but was really high-pitched, like a kazoo. "The Kardashian family died," said Kim. "Trump fired them for squeaking."
"Huh?" said Jim the Hamster. "Why did they perish?"
"Because under Kanye's threat, the president would nuke Moscow and Kiev."
Meanwhile, the behemoth scratched behind his ears.
"Why are you so itchy?" the mouse asked.
"Squeaking is scratchy, my tail makes me giddy!" sang the behemoth, slurring drunkenly.
"Okay, Kim my friend warned me that Trump was dating Putin, so Kanye decided nuking Russia would cockblock their grandpappies."
"Who's Trump?"
"President of.."
"Huh?" the Behemoth slurred.
"Yeezy is comin', breh," said the rapper, smoking. Kanye West walked into a bush. He spoke slowly. "I have got to nuke some capitals."
"We can't destroy.."
"S**t!" cried the mouse, shock on his tiny face. The behemoth dropped unconscious, with a whiskey stain bigger than Russia's landmass.
The mouse erroneously thought that existentialism was the reason for cheesy events. So he pondered whether the behemoth was real.
Unknown circumstances caused Kim to lose her way and tell the police.
"Where's Waldo? My soldiers last saw him drinking prune juice with Kanye."
Meanwhile, the behemoth slept with one of the hottest dragons that ever squeaked, so nothing bad occurred.
"That was close," said the behemoth. "The sex drove my awkward giddiness away via..."
"Zzzzzzzzz", a dragon's snore reverberated, covering all the grotto. The dragon snored soundly, until suddenly, KABOOOOM! The smell of radiation reached the grotto; a loud fart had flooded past.
Meanwhile, Kim and Waldo met near Chihuahua to procreate, under pressure by Kanye to rap a song for mice who fap.
"We're heading for calamity in Russia/
Evidently it's vodka-fueled mania/
Chaotic insomnia causing Lithuania/
fappers to move into Prussia!"
Kim revealed lyrics.
"Rappers ain't fappers.
Fappers dig flappin'
their dicks at damping
gangsta.."
"Boo!" yelled the angry behemoth. "Gangsta rappin' woke me. What up?"
"We're engaging in romantic fappin',
'cause haters hate
Gangsta jackin."
"What?"
Meanwhile, Kanye was composing nukes for destruction of Russia's major cities. He pushed the helpless button.
Until the sky regurgitated rain and mice, quite an apocalyptic event occurred: Moscow burned down. Kiev then went up in flames. Everyone felt sad, except Yeezy. He threw lyrics:
"I just nuked Russia,
the largest crater in concussion
It gonna be armageddon
when Putin does his vodka-brewing destruction
and everything goes
pow!"
Meanwhile, escaping the explosions, Trump disappeared into the insane land of mutant Kardashian monsters. Firing rockets at Middle-Earth instead, Legolas killed Merkel with much anticipation from every McDonalds employee.
"Middle eastern french-fries taste too soggy, cheeseburgers rule!" said Trump, swinging his arms at his armchair drunkenly. A Kardashian monster butt waddled around him, idiosyncratically steered Mike Love toward the dumpster, close to the awkward little extraterrestrial singer-songwriter with herpes. Running towards
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Just counting down the time til' I can get outta here and the journey begins.
The mouse ran away past the sleeping dragon. Suddenly, it heard a deep roar, which came from within the mysterious grotto. Cowering beneath the bushes, the mouse saw a huge, grey behemoth.
"Greetings, how would mouses [sic] squeak?" it said. "Like lions do?"
"Huh?" The awkward mouse could not think straight. "What do you mean? Lions don't like
squeaking!" the mouse shyly said.
"No, but my pastor says lions smell, sound and eat just like mice."
"Bullcrap! Lions roar, eat mice and fart disgustingly."
Later Kim, the Kardashian mouse awoke Toontown. It sounded Kanye-like, but was really high-pitched, like a kazoo. "The Kardashian family died," said Kim. "Trump fired them for squeaking."
"Huh?" said Jim the Hamster. "Why did they perish?"
"Because under Kanye's threat, the president would nuke Moscow and Kiev."
Meanwhile, the behemoth scratched behind his ears.
"Why are you so itchy?" the mouse asked.
"Squeaking is scratchy, my tail makes me giddy!" sang the behemoth, slurring drunkenly.
"Okay, Kim my friend warned me that Trump was dating Putin, so Kanye decided nuking Russia would cockblock their grandpappies."
"Who's Trump?"
"President of.."
"Huh?" the Behemoth slurred.
"Yeezy is comin', breh," said the rapper, smoking. Kanye West walked into a bush. He spoke slowly. "I have got to nuke some capitals."
"We can't destroy.."
"S**t!" cried the mouse, shock on his tiny face. The behemoth dropped unconscious, with a whiskey stain bigger than Russia's landmass.
The mouse erroneously thought that existentialism was the reason for cheesy events. So he pondered whether the behemoth was real.
Unknown circumstances caused Kim to lose her way and tell the police.
"Where's Waldo? My soldiers last saw him drinking prune juice with Kanye."
Meanwhile, the behemoth slept with one of the hottest dragons that ever squeaked, so nothing bad occurred.
"That was close," said the behemoth. "The sex drove my awkward giddiness away via..."
"Zzzzzzzzz", a dragon's snore reverberated, covering all the grotto. The dragon snored soundly, until suddenly, KABOOOOM! The smell of radiation reached the grotto; a loud fart had flooded past.
Meanwhile, Kim and Waldo met near Chihuahua to procreate, under pressure by Kanye to rap a song for mice who fap.
"We're heading for calamity in Russia/
Evidently it's vodka-fueled mania/
Chaotic insomnia causing Lithuania/
fappers to move into Prussia!"
Kim revealed lyrics.
"Rappers ain't fappers.
Fappers dig flappin'
their dicks at damping
gangsta.."
"Boo!" yelled the angry behemoth. "Gangsta rappin' woke me. What up?"
"We're engaging in romantic fappin',
'cause haters hate
Gangsta jackin."
"What?"
Meanwhile, Kanye was composing nukes for destruction of Russia's major cities. He pushed the helpless button.
Until the sky regurgitated rain and mice, quite an apocalyptic event occurred: Moscow burned down. Kiev then went up in flames. Everyone felt sad, except Yeezy. He threw lyrics:
"I just nuked Russia,
the largest crater in concussion
It gonna be armageddon
when Putin does his vodka-brewing destruction
and everything goes
pow!"
Meanwhile, escaping the explosions, Trump disappeared into the insane land of mutant Kardashian monsters. Firing rockets at Middle-Earth instead, Legolas killed Merkel with much anticipation from every McDonalds employee.
"Middle eastern french-fries taste too soggy, cheeseburgers rule!" said Trump, swinging his arms at his armchair drunkenly. A Kardashian monster butt waddled around him, idiosyncratically steered Mike Love toward the dumpster, close to the awkward little extraterrestrial singer-songwriter with herpes. Running towards Germany
The mouse ran away past the sleeping dragon. Suddenly, it heard a deep roar, which came from within the mysterious grotto. Cowering beneath the bushes, the mouse saw a huge, grey behemoth.
"Greetings, how would mouses [sic] squeak?" it said. "Like lions do?"
"Huh?" The awkward mouse could not think straight. "What do you mean? Lions don't like
squeaking!" the mouse shyly said.
"No, but my pastor says lions smell, sound and eat just like mice."
"Bullcrap! Lions roar, eat mice and fart disgustingly."
Later Kim, the Kardashian mouse awoke Toontown. It sounded Kanye-like, but was really high-pitched, like a kazoo. "The Kardashian family died," said Kim. "Trump fired them for squeaking."
"Huh?" said Jim the Hamster. "Why did they perish?"
"Because under Kanye's threat, the president would nuke Moscow and Kiev."
Meanwhile, the behemoth scratched behind his ears.
"Why are you so itchy?" the mouse asked.
"Squeaking is scratchy, my tail makes me giddy!" sang the behemoth, slurring drunkenly.
"Okay, Kim my friend warned me that Trump was dating Putin, so Kanye decided nuking Russia would cockblock their grandpappies."
"Who's Trump?"
"President of.."
"Huh?" the Behemoth slurred.
"Yeezy is comin', breh," said the rapper, smoking. Kanye West walked into a bush. He spoke slowly. "I have got to nuke some capitals."
"We can't destroy.."
"S**t!" cried the mouse, shock on his tiny face. The behemoth dropped unconscious, with a whiskey stain bigger than Russia's landmass.
The mouse erroneously thought that existentialism was the reason for cheesy events. So he pondered whether the behemoth was real.
Unknown circumstances caused Kim to lose her way and tell the police.
"Where's Waldo? My soldiers last saw him drinking prune juice with Kanye."
Meanwhile, the behemoth slept with one of the hottest dragons that ever squeaked, so nothing bad occurred.
"That was close," said the behemoth. "The sex drove my awkward giddiness away via..."
"Zzzzzzzzz", a dragon's snore reverberated, covering all the grotto. The dragon snored soundly, until suddenly, KABOOOOM! The smell of radiation reached the grotto; a loud fart had flooded past.
Meanwhile, Kim and Waldo met near Chihuahua to procreate, under pressure by Kanye to rap a song for mice who fap.
"We're heading for calamity in Russia/
Evidently it's vodka-fueled mania/
Chaotic insomnia causing Lithuania/
fappers to move into Prussia!"
Kim revealed lyrics.
"Rappers ain't fappers.
Fappers dig flappin'
their dicks at damping
gangsta.."
"Boo!" yelled the angry behemoth. "Gangsta rappin' woke me. What up?"
"We're engaging in romantic fappin',
'cause haters hate
Gangsta jackin."
"What?"
Meanwhile, Kanye was composing nukes for destruction of Russia's major cities. He pushed the helpless button.
Until the sky regurgitated rain and mice, quite an apocalyptic event occurred: Moscow burned down. Kiev then went up in flames. Everyone felt sad, except Yeezy. He threw lyrics:
"I just nuked Russia,
the largest crater in concussion
It gonna be armageddon
when Putin does his vodka-brewing destruction
and everything goes
pow!"
Meanwhile, escaping the explosions, Trump disappeared into the insane land of mutant Kardashian monsters. Firing rockets at Middle-Earth instead, Legolas killed Merkel with much anticipation from every McDonalds employee.
"Middle eastern french-fries taste too soggy, cheeseburgers rule!" said Trump, swinging his arms at his armchair drunkenly. A Kardashian monster butt waddled around him, idiosyncratically steered Mike Love toward the dumpster, close to the awkward little extraterrestrial singer-songwriter with herpes. Running towards Germany, Pence
Lillikoi
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Joined: 22 Jul 2013
Gender: Non-binary
Posts: 11,797
Location: The Mid-West-East-South.
The mouse ran away past the sleeping dragon. Suddenly, it heard a deep roar, which came from within the mysterious grotto. Cowering beneath the bushes, the mouse saw a huge, grey behemoth.
"Greetings, how would mouses [sic] squeak?" it said. "Like lions do?"
"Huh?" The awkward mouse could not think straight. "What do you mean? Lions don't like
squeaking!" the mouse shyly said.
"No, but my pastor says lions smell, sound and eat just like mice."
"Bullcrap! Lions roar, eat mice and fart disgustingly."
Later Kim, the Kardashian mouse awoke Toontown. It sounded Kanye-like, but was really high-pitched, like a kazoo. "The Kardashian family died," said Kim. "Trump fired them for squeaking."
"Huh?" said Jim the Hamster. "Why did they perish?"
"Because under Kanye's threat, the president would nuke Moscow and Kiev."
Meanwhile, the behemoth scratched behind his ears.
"Why are you so itchy?" the mouse asked.
"Squeaking is scratchy, my tail makes me giddy!" sang the behemoth, slurring drunkenly.
"Okay, Kim my friend warned me that Trump was dating Putin, so Kanye decided nuking Russia would cockblock their grandpappies."
"Who's Trump?"
"President of.."
"Huh?" the Behemoth slurred.
"Yeezy is comin', breh," said the rapper, smoking. Kanye West walked into a bush. He spoke slowly. "I have got to nuke some capitals."
"We can't destroy.."
"S**t!" cried the mouse, shock on his tiny face. The behemoth dropped unconscious, with a whiskey stain bigger than Russia's landmass.
The mouse erroneously thought that existentialism was the reason for cheesy events. So he pondered whether the behemoth was real.
Unknown circumstances caused Kim to lose her way and tell the police.
"Where's Waldo? My soldiers last saw him drinking prune juice with Kanye."
Meanwhile, the behemoth slept with one of the hottest dragons that ever squeaked, so nothing bad occurred.
"That was close," said the behemoth. "The sex drove my awkward giddiness away via..."
"Zzzzzzzzz", a dragon's snore reverberated, covering all the grotto. The dragon snored soundly, until suddenly, KABOOOOM! The smell of radiation reached the grotto; a loud fart had flooded past.
Meanwhile, Kim and Waldo met near Chihuahua to procreate, under pressure by Kanye to rap a song for mice who fap.
"We're heading for calamity in Russia/
Evidently it's vodka-fueled mania/
Chaotic insomnia causing Lithuania/
fappers to move into Prussia!"
Kim revealed lyrics.
"Rappers ain't fappers.
Fappers dig flappin'
their dicks at damping
gangsta.."
"Boo!" yelled the angry behemoth. "Gangsta rappin' woke me. What up?"
"We're engaging in romantic fappin',
'cause haters hate
Gangsta jackin."
"What?"
Meanwhile, Kanye was composing nukes for destruction of Russia's major cities. He pushed the helpless button.
Until the sky regurgitated rain and mice, quite an apocalyptic event occurred: Moscow burned down. Kiev then went up in flames. Everyone felt sad, except Yeezy. He threw lyrics:
"I just nuked Russia,
the largest crater in concussion
It gonna be armageddon
when Putin does his vodka-brewing destruction
and everything goes
pow!"
Meanwhile, escaping the explosions, Trump disappeared into the insane land of mutant Kardashian monsters. Firing rockets at Middle-Earth instead, Legolas killed Merkel with much anticipation from every McDonalds employee.
"Middle eastern french-fries taste too soggy, cheeseburgers rule!" said Trump, swinging his arms at his armchair drunkenly. A Kardashian monster butt waddled around him, idiosyncratically steered Mike Love toward the dumpster, close to the awkward little extraterrestrial singer-songwriter with herpes. Running towards Germany, Pence died.
_________________
^
That guy is a dingus.
The mouse ran away past the sleeping dragon. Suddenly, it heard a deep roar, which came from within the mysterious grotto. Cowering beneath the bushes, the mouse saw a huge, grey behemoth.
"Greetings, how would mouses [sic] squeak?" it said. "Like lions do?"
"Huh?" The awkward mouse could not think straight. "What do you mean? Lions don't like
squeaking!" the mouse shyly said.
"No, but my pastor says lions smell, sound and eat just like mice."
"Bullcrap! Lions roar, eat mice and fart disgustingly."
Later Kim, the Kardashian mouse awoke Toontown. It sounded Kanye-like, but was really high-pitched, like a kazoo. "The Kardashian family died," said Kim. "Trump fired them for squeaking."
"Huh?" said Jim the Hamster. "Why did they perish?"
"Because under Kanye's threat, the president would nuke Moscow and Kiev."
Meanwhile, the behemoth scratched behind his ears.
"Why are you so itchy?" the mouse asked.
"Squeaking is scratchy, my tail makes me giddy!" sang the behemoth, slurring drunkenly.
"Okay, Kim my friend warned me that Trump was dating Putin, so Kanye decided nuking Russia would cockblock their grandpappies."
"Who's Trump?"
"President of.."
"Huh?" the Behemoth slurred.
"Yeezy is comin', breh," said the rapper, smoking. Kanye West walked into a bush. He spoke slowly. "I have got to nuke some capitals."
"We can't destroy.."
"S**t!" cried the mouse, shock on his tiny face. The behemoth dropped unconscious, with a whiskey stain bigger than Russia's landmass.
The mouse erroneously thought that existentialism was the reason for cheesy events. So he pondered whether the behemoth was real.
Unknown circumstances caused Kim to lose her way and tell the police.
"Where's Waldo? My soldiers last saw him drinking prune juice with Kanye."
Meanwhile, the behemoth slept with one of the hottest dragons that ever squeaked, so nothing bad occurred.
"That was close," said the behemoth. "The sex drove my awkward giddiness away via..."
"Zzzzzzzzz", a dragon's snore reverberated, covering all the grotto. The dragon snored soundly, until suddenly, KABOOOOM! The smell of radiation reached the grotto; a loud fart had flooded past.
Meanwhile, Kim and Waldo met near Chihuahua to procreate, under pressure by Kanye to rap a song for mice who fap.
"We're heading for calamity in Russia/
Evidently it's vodka-fueled mania/
Chaotic insomnia causing Lithuania/
fappers to move into Prussia!"
Kim revealed lyrics.
"Rappers ain't fappers.
Fappers dig flappin'
their dicks at damping
gangsta.."
"Boo!" yelled the angry behemoth. "Gangsta rappin' woke me. What up?"
"We're engaging in romantic fappin',
'cause haters hate
Gangsta jackin."
"What?"
Meanwhile, Kanye was composing nukes for destruction of Russia's major cities. He pushed the helpless button.
Until the sky regurgitated rain and mice, quite an apocalyptic event occurred: Moscow burned down. Kiev then went up in flames. Everyone felt sad, except Yeezy. He threw lyrics:
"I just nuked Russia,
the largest crater in concussion
It gonna be armageddon
when Putin does his vodka-brewing destruction
and everything goes
pow!"
Meanwhile, escaping the explosions, Trump disappeared into the insane land of mutant Kardashian monsters. Firing rockets at Middle-Earth instead, Legolas killed Merkel with much anticipation from every McDonalds employee.
"Middle eastern french-fries taste too soggy, cheeseburgers rule!" said Trump, swinging his arms at his armchair drunkenly. A Kardashian monster butt waddled around him, idiosyncratically steered Mike Love toward the dumpster, close to the awkward little extraterrestrial singer-songwriter with herpes. Running towards Germany, Pence died. "No
pages in this thread are going to get very long soon, and may be difficult to load. perhaps we should end this "chapter" soon, archive it in the OP and start a new one, or something similar?
The mouse ran away past the sleeping dragon. Suddenly, it heard a deep roar, which came from within the mysterious grotto. Cowering beneath the bushes, the mouse saw a huge, grey behemoth.
"Greetings, how would mouses [sic] squeak?" it said. "Like lions do?"
"Huh?" The awkward mouse could not think straight. "What do you mean? Lions don't like
squeaking!" the mouse shyly said.
"No, but my pastor says lions smell, sound and eat just like mice."
"Bullcrap! Lions roar, eat mice and fart disgustingly."
Later Kim, the Kardashian mouse awoke Toontown. It sounded Kanye-like, but was really high-pitched, like a kazoo. "The Kardashian family died," said Kim. "Trump fired them for squeaking."
"Huh?" said Jim the Hamster. "Why did they perish?"
"Because under Kanye's threat, the president would nuke Moscow and Kiev."
Meanwhile, the behemoth scratched behind his ears.
"Why are you so itchy?" the mouse asked.
"Squeaking is scratchy, my tail makes me giddy!" sang the behemoth, slurring drunkenly.
"Okay, Kim my friend warned me that Trump was dating Putin, so Kanye decided nuking Russia would cockblock their grandpappies."
"Who's Trump?"
"President of.."
"Huh?" the Behemoth slurred.
"Yeezy is comin', breh," said the rapper, smoking. Kanye West walked into a bush. He spoke slowly. "I have got to nuke some capitals."
"We can't destroy.."
"S**t!" cried the mouse, shock on his tiny face. The behemoth dropped unconscious, with a whiskey stain bigger than Russia's landmass.
The mouse erroneously thought that existentialism was the reason for cheesy events. So he pondered whether the behemoth was real.
Unknown circumstances caused Kim to lose her way and tell the police.
"Where's Waldo? My soldiers last saw him drinking prune juice with Kanye."
Meanwhile, the behemoth slept with one of the hottest dragons that ever squeaked, so nothing bad occurred.
"That was close," said the behemoth. "The sex drove my awkward giddiness away via..."
"Zzzzzzzzz", a dragon's snore reverberated, covering all the grotto. The dragon snored soundly, until suddenly, KABOOOOM! The smell of radiation reached the grotto; a loud fart had flooded past.
Meanwhile, Kim and Waldo met near Chihuahua to procreate, under pressure by Kanye to rap a song for mice who fap.
"We're heading for calamity in Russia/
Evidently it's vodka-fueled mania/
Chaotic insomnia causing Lithuania/
fappers to move into Prussia!"
Kim revealed lyrics.
"Rappers ain't fappers.
Fappers dig flappin'
their dicks at damping
gangsta.."
"Boo!" yelled the angry behemoth. "Gangsta rappin' woke me. What up?"
"We're engaging in romantic fappin',
'cause haters hate
Gangsta jackin."
"What?"
Meanwhile, Kanye was composing nukes for destruction of Russia's major cities. He pushed the helpless button.
Until the sky regurgitated rain and mice, quite an apocalyptic event occurred: Moscow burned down. Kiev then went up in flames. Everyone felt sad, except Yeezy. He threw lyrics:
"I just nuked Russia,
the largest crater in concussion
It gonna be armageddon
when Putin does his vodka-brewing destruction
and everything goes
pow!"
Meanwhile, escaping the explosions, Trump disappeared into the insane land of mutant Kardashian monsters. Firing rockets at Middle-Earth instead, Legolas killed Merkel with much anticipation from every McDonalds employee.
"Middle eastern french-fries taste too soggy, cheeseburgers rule!" said Trump, swinging his arms at his armchair drunkenly. A Kardashian monster butt waddled around him, idiosyncratically steered Mike Love toward the dumpster, close to the awkward little extraterrestrial singer-songwriter with herpes. Running towards Germany, Pence died. "No dice
_________________
הייתי צוללת עכשיו למים
הכי, הכי עמוקים
לא לשמוע כלום
לא לדעת כלום
וזה הכל אהובי, זה הכל.
The mouse ran away past the sleeping dragon. Suddenly, it heard a deep roar, which came from within the mysterious grotto. Cowering beneath the bushes, the mouse saw a huge, grey behemoth.
"Greetings, how would mouses [sic] squeak?" it said. "Like lions do?"
"Huh?" The awkward mouse could not think straight. "What do you mean? Lions don't like
squeaking!" the mouse shyly said.
"No, but my pastor says lions smell, sound and eat just like mice."
"Bullcrap! Lions roar, eat mice and fart disgustingly."
Later Kim, the Kardashian mouse awoke Toontown. It sounded Kanye-like, but was really high-pitched, like a kazoo. "The Kardashian family died," said Kim. "Trump fired them for squeaking."
"Huh?" said Jim the Hamster. "Why did they perish?"
"Because under Kanye's threat, the president would nuke Moscow and Kiev."
Meanwhile, the behemoth scratched behind his ears.
"Why are you so itchy?" the mouse asked.
"Squeaking is scratchy, my tail makes me giddy!" sang the behemoth, slurring drunkenly.
"Okay, Kim my friend warned me that Trump was dating Putin, so Kanye decided nuking Russia would cockblock their grandpappies."
"Who's Trump?"
"President of.."
"Huh?" the Behemoth slurred.
"Yeezy is comin', breh," said the rapper, smoking. Kanye West walked into a bush. He spoke slowly. "I have got to nuke some capitals."
"We can't destroy.."
"S**t!" cried the mouse, shock on his tiny face. The behemoth dropped unconscious, with a whiskey stain bigger than Russia's landmass.
The mouse erroneously thought that existentialism was the reason for cheesy events. So he pondered whether the behemoth was real.
Unknown circumstances caused Kim to lose her way and tell the police.
"Where's Waldo? My soldiers last saw him drinking prune juice with Kanye."
Meanwhile, the behemoth slept with one of the hottest dragons that ever squeaked, so nothing bad occurred.
"That was close," said the behemoth. "The sex drove my awkward giddiness away via..."
"Zzzzzzzzz", a dragon's snore reverberated, covering all the grotto. The dragon snored soundly, until suddenly, KABOOOOM! The smell of radiation reached the grotto; a loud fart had flooded past.
Meanwhile, Kim and Waldo met near Chihuahua to procreate, under pressure by Kanye to rap a song for mice who fap.
"We're heading for calamity in Russia/
Evidently it's vodka-fueled mania/
Chaotic insomnia causing Lithuania/
fappers to move into Prussia!"
Kim revealed lyrics.
"Rappers ain't fappers.
Fappers dig flappin'
their dicks at damping
gangsta.."
"Boo!" yelled the angry behemoth. "Gangsta rappin' woke me. What up?"
"We're engaging in romantic fappin',
'cause haters hate
Gangsta jackin."
"What?"
Meanwhile, Kanye was composing nukes for destruction of Russia's major cities. He pushed the helpless button.
Until the sky regurgitated rain and mice, quite an apocalyptic event occurred: Moscow burned down. Kiev then went up in flames. Everyone felt sad, except Yeezy. He threw lyrics:
"I just nuked Russia,
the largest crater in concussion
It gonna be armageddon
when Putin does his vodka-brewing destruction
and everything goes
pow!"
Meanwhile, escaping the explosions, Trump disappeared into the insane land of mutant Kardashian monsters. Firing rockets at Middle-Earth instead, Legolas killed Merkel with much anticipation from every McDonalds employee.
"Middle eastern french-fries taste too soggy, cheeseburgers rule!" said Trump, swinging his arms at his armchair drunkenly. A Kardashian monster butt waddled around him, idiosyncratically steered Mike Love toward the dumpster, close to the awkward little extraterrestrial singer-songwriter with herpes. Running towards Germany, Pence died. "No dice ever
[we'll start a new chapter of this glorious 500-page novel soon]
The mouse ran away past the sleeping dragon. Suddenly, it heard a deep roar, which came from within the mysterious grotto. Cowering beneath the bushes, the mouse saw a huge, grey behemoth.
"Greetings, how would mouses [sic] squeak?" it said. "Like lions do?"
"Huh?" The awkward mouse could not think straight. "What do you mean? Lions don't like
squeaking!" the mouse shyly said.
"No, but my pastor says lions smell, sound and eat just like mice."
"Bullcrap! Lions roar, eat mice and fart disgustingly."
Later Kim, the Kardashian mouse awoke Toontown. It sounded Kanye-like, but was really high-pitched, like a kazoo. "The Kardashian family died," said Kim. "Trump fired them for squeaking."
"Huh?" said Jim the Hamster. "Why did they perish?"
"Because under Kanye's threat, the president would nuke Moscow and Kiev."
Meanwhile, the behemoth scratched behind his ears.
"Why are you so itchy?" the mouse asked.
"Squeaking is scratchy, my tail makes me giddy!" sang the behemoth, slurring drunkenly.
"Okay, Kim my friend warned me that Trump was dating Putin, so Kanye decided nuking Russia would cockblock their grandpappies."
"Who's Trump?"
"President of.."
"Huh?" the Behemoth slurred.
"Yeezy is comin', breh," said the rapper, smoking. Kanye West walked into a bush. He spoke slowly. "I have got to nuke some capitals."
"We can't destroy.."
"S**t!" cried the mouse, shock on his tiny face. The behemoth dropped unconscious, with a whiskey stain bigger than Russia's landmass.
The mouse erroneously thought that existentialism was the reason for cheesy events. So he pondered whether the behemoth was real.
Unknown circumstances caused Kim to lose her way and tell the police.
"Where's Waldo? My soldiers last saw him drinking prune juice with Kanye."
Meanwhile, the behemoth slept with one of the hottest dragons that ever squeaked, so nothing bad occurred.
"That was close," said the behemoth. "The sex drove my awkward giddiness away via..."
"Zzzzzzzzz", a dragon's snore reverberated, covering all the grotto. The dragon snored soundly, until suddenly, KABOOOOM! The smell of radiation reached the grotto; a loud fart had flooded past.
Meanwhile, Kim and Waldo met near Chihuahua to procreate, under pressure by Kanye to rap a song for mice who fap.
"We're heading for calamity in Russia/
Evidently it's vodka-fueled mania/
Chaotic insomnia causing Lithuania/
fappers to move into Prussia!"
Kim revealed lyrics.
"Rappers ain't fappers.
Fappers dig flappin'
their dicks at damping
gangsta.."
"Boo!" yelled the angry behemoth. "Gangsta rappin' woke me. What up?"
"We're engaging in romantic fappin',
'cause haters hate
Gangsta jackin."
"What?"
Meanwhile, Kanye was composing nukes for destruction of Russia's major cities. He pushed the helpless button.
Until the sky regurgitated rain and mice, quite an apocalyptic event occurred: Moscow burned down. Kiev then went up in flames. Everyone felt sad, except Yeezy. He threw lyrics:
"I just nuked Russia,
the largest crater in concussion
It gonna be armageddon
when Putin does his vodka-brewing destruction
and everything goes
pow!"
Meanwhile, escaping the explosions, Trump disappeared into the insane land of mutant Kardashian monsters. Firing rockets at Middle-Earth instead, Legolas killed Merkel with much anticipation from every McDonalds employee.
"Middle eastern french-fries taste too soggy, cheeseburgers rule!" said Trump, swinging his arms at his armchair drunkenly. A Kardashian monster butt waddled around him, idiosyncratically steered Mike Love toward the dumpster, close to the awkward little extraterrestrial singer-songwriter with herpes. Running towards Germany, Pence died. "No dice ever landed
The mouse ran away past the sleeping dragon. Suddenly, it heard a deep roar, which came from within the mysterious grotto. Cowering beneath the bushes, the mouse saw a huge, grey behemoth.
"Greetings, how would mouses [sic] squeak?" it said. "Like lions do?"
"Huh?" The awkward mouse could not think straight. "What do you mean? Lions don't like
squeaking!" the mouse shyly said.
"No, but my pastor says lions smell, sound and eat just like mice."
"Bullcrap! Lions roar, eat mice and fart disgustingly."
Later Kim, the Kardashian mouse awoke Toontown. It sounded Kanye-like, but was really high-pitched, like a kazoo. "The Kardashian family died," said Kim. "Trump fired them for squeaking."
"Huh?" said Jim the Hamster. "Why did they perish?"
"Because under Kanye's threat, the president would nuke Moscow and Kiev."
Meanwhile, the behemoth scratched behind his ears.
"Why are you so itchy?" the mouse asked.
"Squeaking is scratchy, my tail makes me giddy!" sang the behemoth, slurring drunkenly.
"Okay, Kim my friend warned me that Trump was dating Putin, so Kanye decided nuking Russia would cockblock their grandpappies."
"Who's Trump?"
"President of.."
"Huh?" the Behemoth slurred.
"Yeezy is comin', breh," said the rapper, smoking. Kanye West walked into a bush. He spoke slowly. "I have got to nuke some capitals."
"We can't destroy.."
"S**t!" cried the mouse, shock on his tiny face. The behemoth dropped unconscious, with a whiskey stain bigger than Russia's landmass.
The mouse erroneously thought that existentialism was the reason for cheesy events. So he pondered whether the behemoth was real.
Unknown circumstances caused Kim to lose her way and tell the police.
"Where's Waldo? My soldiers last saw him drinking prune juice with Kanye."
Meanwhile, the behemoth slept with one of the hottest dragons that ever squeaked, so nothing bad occurred.
"That was close," said the behemoth. "The sex drove my awkward giddiness away via..."
"Zzzzzzzzz", a dragon's snore reverberated, covering all the grotto. The dragon snored soundly, until suddenly, KABOOOOM! The smell of radiation reached the grotto; a loud fart had flooded past.
Meanwhile, Kim and Waldo met near Chihuahua to procreate, under pressure by Kanye to rap a song for mice who fap.
"We're heading for calamity in Russia/
Evidently it's vodka-fueled mania/
Chaotic insomnia causing Lithuania/
fappers to move into Prussia!"
Kim revealed lyrics.
"Rappers ain't fappers.
Fappers dig flappin'
their dicks at damping
gangsta.."
"Boo!" yelled the angry behemoth. "Gangsta rappin' woke me. What up?"
"We're engaging in romantic fappin',
'cause haters hate
Gangsta jackin."
"What?"
Meanwhile, Kanye was composing nukes for destruction of Russia's major cities. He pushed the helpless button.
Until the sky regurgitated rain and mice, quite an apocalyptic event occurred: Moscow burned down. Kiev then went up in flames. Everyone felt sad, except Yeezy. He threw lyrics:
"I just nuked Russia,
the largest crater in concussion
It gonna be armageddon
when Putin does his vodka-brewing destruction
and everything goes
pow!"
Meanwhile, escaping the explosions, Trump disappeared into the insane land of mutant Kardashian monsters. Firing rockets at Middle-Earth instead, Legolas killed Merkel with much anticipation from every McDonalds employee.
"Middle eastern french-fries taste too soggy, cheeseburgers rule!" said Trump, swinging his arms at his armchair drunkenly. A Kardashian monster butt waddled around him, idiosyncratically steered Mike Love toward the dumpster, close to the awkward little extraterrestrial singer-songwriter with herpes. Running towards Germany, Pence died. "No dice ever landed under
_________________
הייתי צוללת עכשיו למים
הכי, הכי עמוקים
לא לשמוע כלום
לא לדעת כלום
וזה הכל אהובי, זה הכל.
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Veteran
Joined: 22 Jul 2013
Gender: Non-binary
Posts: 11,797
Location: The Mid-West-East-South.
The mouse ran away past the sleeping dragon. Suddenly, it heard a deep roar, which came from within the mysterious grotto. Cowering beneath the bushes, the mouse saw a huge, grey behemoth.
"Greetings, how would mouses [sic] squeak?" it said. "Like lions do?"
"Huh?" The awkward mouse could not think straight. "What do you mean? Lions don't like
squeaking!" the mouse shyly said.
"No, but my pastor says lions smell, sound and eat just like mice."
"Bullcrap! Lions roar, eat mice and fart disgustingly."
Later Kim, the Kardashian mouse awoke Toontown. It sounded Kanye-like, but was really high-pitched, like a kazoo. "The Kardashian family died," said Kim. "Trump fired them for squeaking."
"Huh?" said Jim the Hamster. "Why did they perish?"
"Because under Kanye's threat, the president would nuke Moscow and Kiev."
Meanwhile, the behemoth scratched behind his ears.
"Why are you so itchy?" the mouse asked.
"Squeaking is scratchy, my tail makes me giddy!" sang the behemoth, slurring drunkenly.
"Okay, Kim my friend warned me that Trump was dating Putin, so Kanye decided nuking Russia would cockblock their grandpappies."
"Who's Trump?"
"President of.."
"Huh?" the Behemoth slurred.
"Yeezy is comin', breh," said the rapper, smoking. Kanye West walked into a bush. He spoke slowly. "I have got to nuke some capitals."
"We can't destroy.."
"S**t!" cried the mouse, shock on his tiny face. The behemoth dropped unconscious, with a whiskey stain bigger than Russia's landmass.
The mouse erroneously thought that existentialism was the reason for cheesy events. So he pondered whether the behemoth was real.
Unknown circumstances caused Kim to lose her way and tell the police.
"Where's Waldo? My soldiers last saw him drinking prune juice with Kanye."
Meanwhile, the behemoth slept with one of the hottest dragons that ever squeaked, so nothing bad occurred.
"That was close," said the behemoth. "The sex drove my awkward giddiness away via..."
"Zzzzzzzzz", a dragon's snore reverberated, covering all the grotto. The dragon snored soundly, until suddenly, KABOOOOM! The smell of radiation reached the grotto; a loud fart had flooded past.
Meanwhile, Kim and Waldo met near Chihuahua to procreate, under pressure by Kanye to rap a song for mice who fap.
"We're heading for calamity in Russia/
Evidently it's vodka-fueled mania/
Chaotic insomnia causing Lithuania/
fappers to move into Prussia!"
Kim revealed lyrics.
"Rappers ain't fappers.
Fappers dig flappin'
their dicks at damping
gangsta.."
"Boo!" yelled the angry behemoth. "Gangsta rappin' woke me. What up?"
"We're engaging in romantic fappin',
'cause haters hate
Gangsta jackin."
"What?"
Meanwhile, Kanye was composing nukes for destruction of Russia's major cities. He pushed the helpless button.
Until the sky regurgitated rain and mice, quite an apocalyptic event occurred: Moscow burned down. Kiev then went up in flames. Everyone felt sad, except Yeezy. He threw lyrics:
"I just nuked Russia,
the largest crater in concussion
It gonna be armageddon
when Putin does his vodka-brewing destruction
and everything goes
pow!"
Meanwhile, escaping the explosions, Trump disappeared into the insane land of mutant Kardashian monsters. Firing rockets at Middle-Earth instead, Legolas killed Merkel with much anticipation from every McDonalds employee.
"Middle eastern french-fries taste too soggy, cheeseburgers rule!" said Trump, swinging his arms at his armchair drunkenly. A Kardashian monster butt waddled around him, idiosyncratically steered Mike Love toward the dumpster, close to the awkward little extraterrestrial singer-songwriter with herpes. Running towards Germany, Pence died. "No dice ever landed under my
_________________
^
That guy is a dingus.
The mouse ran away past the sleeping dragon. Suddenly, it heard a deep roar, which came from within the mysterious grotto. Cowering beneath the bushes, the mouse saw a huge, grey behemoth.
"Greetings, how would mouses [sic] squeak?" it said. "Like lions do?"
"Huh?" The awkward mouse could not think straight. "What do you mean? Lions don't like
squeaking!" the mouse shyly said.
"No, but my pastor says lions smell, sound and eat just like mice."
"Bullcrap! Lions roar, eat mice and fart disgustingly."
Later Kim, the Kardashian mouse awoke Toontown. It sounded Kanye-like, but was really high-pitched, like a kazoo. "The Kardashian family died," said Kim. "Trump fired them for squeaking."
"Huh?" said Jim the Hamster. "Why did they perish?"
"Because under Kanye's threat, the president would nuke Moscow and Kiev."
Meanwhile, the behemoth scratched behind his ears.
"Why are you so itchy?" the mouse asked.
"Squeaking is scratchy, my tail makes me giddy!" sang the behemoth, slurring drunkenly.
"Okay, Kim my friend warned me that Trump was dating Putin, so Kanye decided nuking Russia would cockblock their grandpappies."
"Who's Trump?"
"President of.."
"Huh?" the Behemoth slurred.
"Yeezy is comin', breh," said the rapper, smoking. Kanye West walked into a bush. He spoke slowly. "I have got to nuke some capitals."
"We can't destroy.."
"S**t!" cried the mouse, shock on his tiny face. The behemoth dropped unconscious, with a whiskey stain bigger than Russia's landmass.
The mouse erroneously thought that existentialism was the reason for cheesy events. So he pondered whether the behemoth was real.
Unknown circumstances caused Kim to lose her way and tell the police.
"Where's Waldo? My soldiers last saw him drinking prune juice with Kanye."
Meanwhile, the behemoth slept with one of the hottest dragons that ever squeaked, so nothing bad occurred.
"That was close," said the behemoth. "The sex drove my awkward giddiness away via..."
"Zzzzzzzzz", a dragon's snore reverberated, covering all the grotto. The dragon snored soundly, until suddenly, KABOOOOM! The smell of radiation reached the grotto; a loud fart had flooded past.
Meanwhile, Kim and Waldo met near Chihuahua to procreate, under pressure by Kanye to rap a song for mice who fap.
"We're heading for calamity in Russia/
Evidently it's vodka-fueled mania/
Chaotic insomnia causing Lithuania/
fappers to move into Prussia!"
Kim revealed lyrics.
"Rappers ain't fappers.
Fappers dig flappin'
their dicks at damping
gangsta.."
"Boo!" yelled the angry behemoth. "Gangsta rappin' woke me. What up?"
"We're engaging in romantic fappin',
'cause haters hate
Gangsta jackin."
"What?"
Meanwhile, Kanye was composing nukes for destruction of Russia's major cities. He pushed the helpless button.
Until the sky regurgitated rain and mice, quite an apocalyptic event occurred: Moscow burned down. Kiev then went up in flames. Everyone felt sad, except Yeezy. He threw lyrics:
"I just nuked Russia,
the largest crater in concussion
It gonna be armageddon
when Putin does his vodka-brewing destruction
and everything goes
pow!"
Meanwhile, escaping the explosions, Trump disappeared into the insane land of mutant Kardashian monsters. Firing rockets at Middle-Earth instead, Legolas killed Merkel with much anticipation from every McDonalds employee.
"Middle eastern french-fries taste too soggy, cheeseburgers rule!" said Trump, swinging his arms at his armchair drunkenly. A Kardashian monster butt waddled around him, idiosyncratically steered Mike Love toward the dumpster, close to the awkward little extraterrestrial singer-songwriter with herpes. Running towards Germany, Pence died. "No dice ever landed under my nose
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