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Post by marielaurent2223 on Nov 13, 2012 23:31:20 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 awesome colors everywhere on Mars.
Water never has
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Post by Siana Blackwood on Nov 14, 2012 2:38:55 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 Mars.
Water never has cats
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Post by Darkshines on Nov 17, 2012 0:28:44 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 has cats transposed
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Post by Siana Blackwood on Nov 17, 2012 5:21:45 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 has cats transposed onto
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Post by marielaurent2223 on Nov 17, 2012 10:26:58 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 has cats transposed onto a
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Post by Siana Blackwood on Nov 17, 2012 19:56:39 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 has cats transposed onto a yellow
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Post by marielaurent2223 on Nov 17, 2012 20:16:38 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 has cats transposed onto a yellow carpet
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Post by Siana Blackwood on Nov 18, 2012 18:49:28 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 sheep has awesome colors everywhere on Mars.
Water never has cats transposed onto a yellow carpet unless
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Post by marielaurent2223 on Nov 18, 2012 19:29:20 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 awesome colors everywhere on Mars.
Water never has cats transposed onto a yellow carpet unless there
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Post by Siana Blackwood on Nov 18, 2012 22:44:17 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 has cats transposed onto a yellow carpet unless there are
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Post by marielaurent2223 on Nov 19, 2012 5:26:24 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 has cats transposed onto a yellow carpet unless there are goats
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Post by Siana Blackwood on Nov 21, 2012 0:02:03 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 everywhere on Mars.
Water never has cats transposed onto a yellow carpet unless there are goats capering
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Post by marielaurent2223 on Nov 21, 2012 23:19:06 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 has cats transposed onto a yellow carpet unless there are goats capering around
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Post by Siana Blackwood on Nov 23, 2012 7:18:07 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 monsters lurk in my basement, eating blue diamond carets. The last sheep has awesome colors everywhere on Mars.
Water never has cats transposed onto a yellow carpet unless there are goats capering around madly
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Post by marielaurent2223 on Nov 23, 2012 11:12:41 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 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 has cats transposed onto a yellow carpet unless there are goats capering around madly in
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