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Post by Siana Blackwood on Oct 29, 2012 0:14:29 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, eating
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Post by marielaurent2223 on Oct 29, 2012 10:29:36 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, eating blue
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Post by nanogeekette on Oct 29, 2012 16:58:25 GMT -5
« Reply #166 Today at 11:29am »
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, eating blue diamonds
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Post by Amy P. Reed on Oct 29, 2012 17:26:18 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, eating blue diamond carets.
Get the pun? LOL
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Post by Siana Blackwood on Oct 30, 2012 17:40:43 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, eating blue diamond carets. The
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Post by marielaurent2223 on Oct 30, 2012 23:21:28 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, eating blue diamond carets. The last
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Post by Siana Blackwood on Oct 31, 2012 2:17:20 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, eating blue diamond carets. The last sheep
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Post by marielaurent2223 on Oct 31, 2012 10:49:20 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, eating blue diamond carets. The last sheep has
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Post by nanogeekette on Nov 1, 2012 20:58:29 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, eating blue diamond carets. The last sheep has awesome
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Post by marielaurent2223 on Nov 1, 2012 21:05:03 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, eating blue diamond carets. The last sheep has awesome colors
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Post by Siana Blackwood on Nov 1, 2012 21:22:22 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, eating blue diamond carets. The last sheep has awesome colors everywhere
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Post by marielaurent2223 on Nov 1, 2012 21:23:55 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 wearing bikinis in Jacuzzis.
I know what monsters lurk in my basement, eating blue diamond carets. The last sheep has awesome colors everywhere on
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Post by Siana Blackwood on Nov 4, 2012 9:13:35 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, eating blue diamond carets. The last sheep has awesome colors everywhere on Mars
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Post by marielaurent2223 on Nov 4, 2012 13:27:32 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, eating blue diamond carets. The last sheep has awesome colors everywhere on Mars.
Water
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Post by nanogeekette on Nov 13, 2012 20:06:40 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 basement, eating blue diamond carets. The last sheep has awesome colors everywhere on Mars.
Water never
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