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Post by marielaurent2223 on Oct 23, 2012 15:12:33 GMT -5
Chickens are evil. There is a story in Sheepland where hundreds of chickens are really in the house. Pheasants can never have any feathers after they eat bread, because they lost the battle against the chickens. Every time the pheasants marched across Sheepland the chickens are dancing in crimson robes.
The flatulent rabbits hopped sideways, as chicken invaders advanced menacingly towards them. Horrible sheep with hooves made of steel that clattered against stone pavement advanced in formation to prepare for an all-out battle. Yellow brick walls were suddenly opened to a road that can magically eat a chicken which gives the life of utter solitude where no chicken dares to tread. Murderous corncobs spin in insane ways, boggling the thought of many different species.
Scientists expect to make no promises unless there is a balloon floating upside-down in tomato juice.
Witness the insanity of my mind covered by honey and
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Post by nanogeekette on Oct 23, 2012 17:30:55 GMT -5
Chickens are evil. There is a story in Sheepland where hundreds of chickens are really in the house. Pheasants can never have any feathers after they eat bread, because they lost the battle against the chickens. Every time the pheasants marched across Sheepland the chickens are dancing in crimson robes.
The flatulent rabbits hopped sideways, as chicken invaders advanced menacingly towards them. Horrible sheep with hooves made of steel that clattered against stone pavement advanced in formation to prepare for an all-out battle. Yellow brick walls were suddenly opened to a road that can magically eat a chicken which gives the life of utter solitude where no chicken dares to tread. Murderous corncobs spin in insane ways, boggling the thought of many different species.
Scientists expect to make no promises unless there is a balloon floating upside-down in tomato juice.
Witness the insanity of my mind covered by honey and phones
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Post by Darkshines on Oct 23, 2012 20:41:14 GMT -5
Chickens are evil. There is a story in Sheepland where hundreds of chickens are really in the house. Pheasants can never have any feathers after they eat bread, because they lost the battle against the chickens. Every time the pheasants marched across Sheepland the chickens are dancing in crimson robes.
The flatulent rabbits hopped sideways, as chicken invaders advanced menacingly towards them. Horrible sheep with hooves made of steel that clattered against stone pavement advanced in formation to prepare for an all-out battle. Yellow brick walls were suddenly opened to a road that can magically eat a chicken which gives the life of utter solitude where no chicken dares to tread. Murderous corncobs spin in insane ways, boggling the thought of many different species.
Scientists expect to make no promises unless there is a balloon floating upside-down in tomato juice.
Witness the insanity of my mind covered by honey and phones wearing
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Post by Siana Blackwood on Oct 23, 2012 22:34:41 GMT -5
Chickens are evil. There is a story in Sheepland where hundreds of chickens are really in the house. Pheasants can never have any feathers after they eat bread, because they lost the battle against the chickens. Every time the pheasants marched across Sheepland the chickens are dancing in crimson robes.
The flatulent rabbits hopped sideways, as chicken invaders advanced menacingly towards them. Horrible sheep with hooves made of steel that clattered against stone pavement advanced in formation to prepare for an all-out battle. Yellow brick walls were suddenly opened to a road that can magically eat a chicken which gives the life of utter solitude where no chicken dares to tread. Murderous corncobs spin in insane ways, boggling the thought of many different species.
Scientists expect to make no promises unless there is a balloon floating upside-down in tomato juice.
Witness the insanity of my mind covered by honey and phones wearing bikinis
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Post by marielaurent2223 on Oct 24, 2012 13:54:19 GMT -5
Chickens are evil. There is a story in Sheepland where hundreds of chickens are really in the house. Pheasants can never have any feathers after they eat bread, because they lost the battle against the chickens. Every time the pheasants marched across Sheepland the chickens are dancing in crimson robes.
The flatulent rabbits hopped sideways, as chicken invaders advanced menacingly towards them. Horrible sheep with hooves made of steel that clattered against stone pavement advanced in formation to prepare for an all-out battle. Yellow brick walls were suddenly opened to a road that can magically eat a chicken which gives the life of utter solitude where no chicken dares to tread. Murderous corncobs spin in insane ways, boggling the thought of many different species.
Scientists expect to make no promises unless there is a balloon floating upside-down in tomato juice.
Witness the insanity of my mind covered by honey and phones wearing bikinis in
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Post by Darkshines on Oct 24, 2012 14:03:53 GMT -5
Chickens are evil. There is a story in Sheepland where hundreds of chickens are really in the house. Pheasants can never have any feathers after they eat bread, because they lost the battle against the chickens. Every time the pheasants marched across Sheepland the chickens are dancing in crimson robes.
The flatulent rabbits hopped sideways, as chicken invaders advanced menacingly towards them. Horrible sheep with hooves made of steel that clattered against stone pavement advanced in formation to prepare for an all-out battle. Yellow brick walls were suddenly opened to a road that can magically eat a chicken which gives the life of utter solitude where no chicken dares to tread. Murderous corncobs spin in insane ways, boggling the thought of many different species.
Scientists expect to make no promises unless there is a balloon floating upside-down in tomato juice.
Witness the insanity of my mind covered by honey and phones wearing bikinis in Jacuzzis.
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Post by marielaurent2223 on Oct 24, 2012 14:30:05 GMT -5
Chickens are evil. There is a story in Sheepland where hundreds of chickens are really in the house. Pheasants can never have any feathers after they eat bread, because they lost the battle against the chickens. Every time the pheasants marched across Sheepland the chickens are dancing in crimson robes.
The flatulent rabbits hopped sideways, as chicken invaders advanced menacingly towards them. Horrible sheep with hooves made of steel that clattered against stone pavement advanced in formation to prepare for an all-out battle. Yellow brick walls were suddenly opened to a road that can magically eat a chicken which gives the life of utter solitude where no chicken dares to tread. Murderous corncobs spin in insane ways, boggling the thought of many different species.
Scientists expect to make no promises unless there is a balloon floating upside-down in tomato juice.
Witness the insanity of my mind covered by honey and phones wearing bikinis in Jacuzzis.
Tomatoes
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Post by nanogeekette on Oct 26, 2012 19:15:48 GMT -5
Chickens are evil. There is a story in Sheepland where hundreds of chickens are really in the house. Pheasants can never have any feathers after they eat bread, because they lost the battle against the chickens. Every time the pheasants marched across Sheepland the chickens are dancing in crimson robes.
The flatulent rabbits hopped sideways, as chicken invaders advanced menacingly towards them. Horrible sheep with hooves made of steel that clattered against stone pavement advanced in formation to prepare for an all-out battle. Yellow brick walls were suddenly opened to a road that can magically eat a chicken which gives the life of utter solitude where no chicken dares to tread. Murderous corncobs spin in insane ways, boggling the thought of many different species.
Scientists expect to make no promises unless there is a balloon floating upside-down in tomato juice.
Witness the insanity of my mind covered by honey and phones wearing bikinis in Jacuzzis.
I
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Post by marielaurent2223 on Oct 26, 2012 19:21:12 GMT -5
Chickens are evil. There is a story in Sheepland where hundreds of chickens are really in the house. Pheasants can never have any feathers after they eat bread, because they lost the battle against the chickens. Every time the pheasants marched across Sheepland the chickens are dancing in crimson robes.
The flatulent rabbits hopped sideways, as chicken invaders advanced menacingly towards them. Horrible sheep with hooves made of steel that clattered against stone pavement advanced in formation to prepare for an all-out battle. Yellow brick walls were suddenly opened to a road that can magically eat a chicken which gives the life of utter solitude where no chicken dares to tread. Murderous corncobs spin in insane ways, boggling the thought of many different species.
Scientists expect to make no promises unless there is a balloon floating upside-down in tomato juice.
Witness the insanity of my mind covered by honey and phones wearing bikinis in Jacuzzis.
I know
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Post by Siana Blackwood on Oct 26, 2012 20:15:07 GMT -5
Chickens are evil. There is a story in Sheepland where hundreds of chickens are really in the house. Pheasants can never have any feathers after they eat bread, because they lost the battle against the chickens. Every time the pheasants marched across Sheepland the chickens are dancing in crimson robes.
The flatulent rabbits hopped sideways, as chicken invaders advanced menacingly towards them. Horrible sheep with hooves made of steel that clattered against stone pavement advanced in formation to prepare for an all-out battle. Yellow brick walls were suddenly opened to a road that can magically eat a chicken which gives the life of utter solitude where no chicken dares to tread. Murderous corncobs spin in insane ways, boggling the thought of many different species.
Scientists expect to make no promises unless there is a balloon floating upside-down in tomato juice.
Witness the insanity of my mind covered by honey and phones wearing bikinis in Jacuzzis.
I know what
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Post by marielaurent2223 on Oct 26, 2012 21:14:27 GMT -5
Chickens are evil. There is a story in Sheepland where hundreds of chickens are really in the house. Pheasants can never have any feathers after they eat bread, because they lost the battle against the chickens. Every time the pheasants marched across Sheepland the chickens are dancing in crimson robes.
The flatulent rabbits hopped sideways, as chicken invaders advanced menacingly towards them. Horrible sheep with hooves made of steel that clattered against stone pavement advanced in formation to prepare for an all-out battle. Yellow brick walls were suddenly opened to a road that can magically eat a chicken which gives the life of utter solitude where no chicken dares to tread. Murderous corncobs spin in insane ways, boggling the thought of many different species.
Scientists expect to make no promises unless there is a balloon floating upside-down in tomato juice.
Witness the insanity of my mind covered by honey and phones wearing bikinis in Jacuzzis.
I know what monsters
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Post by Amy P. Reed on Oct 26, 2012 22:00:46 GMT -5
Chickens are evil. There is a story in Sheepland where hundreds of chickens are really in the house. Pheasants can never have any feathers after they eat bread, because they lost the battle against the chickens. Every time the pheasants marched across Sheepland the chickens are dancing in crimson robes.
The flatulent rabbits hopped sideways, as chicken invaders advanced menacingly towards them. Horrible sheep with hooves made of steel that clattered against stone pavement advanced in formation to prepare for an all-out battle. Yellow brick walls were suddenly opened to a road that can magically eat a chicken which gives the life of utter solitude where no chicken dares to tread. Murderous corncobs spin in insane ways, boggling the thought of many different species.
Scientists expect to make no promises unless there is a balloon floating upside-down in tomato juice.
Witness the insanity of my mind covered by honey and phones wearing bikinis in Jacuzzis.
I know what monsters lurk
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Post by marielaurent2223 on Oct 26, 2012 22:09:51 GMT -5
Chickens are evil. There is a story in Sheepland where hundreds of chickens are really in the house. Pheasants can never have any feathers after they eat bread, because they lost the battle against the chickens. Every time the pheasants marched across Sheepland the chickens are dancing in crimson robes.
The flatulent rabbits hopped sideways, as chicken invaders advanced menacingly towards them. Horrible sheep with hooves made of steel that clattered against stone pavement advanced in formation to prepare for an all-out battle. Yellow brick walls were suddenly opened to a road that can magically eat a chicken which gives the life of utter solitude where no chicken dares to tread. Murderous corncobs spin in insane ways, boggling the thought of many different species.
Scientists expect to make no promises unless there is a balloon floating upside-down in tomato juice.
Witness the insanity of my mind covered by honey and phones wearing bikinis in Jacuzzis.
I know what monsters lurk in
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Post by nanogeekette on Oct 28, 2012 1:57:40 GMT -5
Chickens are evil. There is a story in Sheepland where hundreds of chickens are really in the house. Pheasants can never have any feathers after they eat bread, because they lost the battle against the chickens. Every time the pheasants marched across Sheepland the chickens are dancing in crimson robes.
The flatulent rabbits hopped sideways, as chicken invaders advanced menacingly towards them. Horrible sheep with hooves made of steel that clattered against stone pavement advanced in formation to prepare for an all-out battle. Yellow brick walls were suddenly opened to a road that can magically eat a chicken which gives the life of utter solitude where no chicken dares to tread. Murderous corncobs spin in insane ways, boggling the thought of many different species.
Scientists expect to make no promises unless there is a balloon floating upside-down in tomato juice.
Witness the insanity of my mind covered by honey and phones wearing bikinis in Jacuzzis.
I know what monsters lurk in my
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Post by marielaurent2223 on Oct 28, 2012 2:19:47 GMT -5
Chickens are evil. There is a story in Sheepland where hundreds of chickens are really in the house. Pheasants can never have any feathers after they eat bread, because they lost the battle against the chickens. Every time the pheasants marched across Sheepland the chickens are dancing in crimson robes.
The flatulent rabbits hopped sideways, as chicken invaders advanced menacingly towards them. Horrible sheep with hooves made of steel that clattered against stone pavement advanced in formation to prepare for an all-out battle. Yellow brick walls were suddenly opened to a road that can magically eat a chicken which gives the life of utter solitude where no chicken dares to tread. Murderous corncobs spin in insane ways, boggling the thought of many different species.
Scientists expect to make no promises unless there is a balloon floating upside-down in tomato juice.
Witness the insanity of my mind covered by honey and phones wearing bikinis in Jacuzzis.
I know what monsters lurk in my basement
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