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Post by nanogeekette on Dec 7, 2012 20:21:27 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 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 tight
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Post by marielaurent2223 on Dec 7, 2012 22:12:42 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 tight spaces
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Post by Siana Blackwood on Dec 12, 2012 8:24:49 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 tight spaces. Photographs
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Post by nanogeekette on Dec 13, 2012 14:09:06 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 madly in tight spaces. Photographs create
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Post by Darkshines on Dec 13, 2012 18:05:32 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 never has cats transposed onto a yellow carpet unless there are goats capering around madly in tight spaces. Photographs create ugly
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Post by Siana Blackwood on Dec 15, 2012 16:52:53 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.
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 tight spaces. Photographs create ugly cupcakes
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Post by marielaurent2223 on Dec 18, 2012 2:50:15 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 tight spaces. Photographs create ugly cupcakes in
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Post by nanogeekette on Dec 19, 2012 22:05:03 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 everywhere on Mars.
Water never has cats transposed onto a yellow carpet unless there are goats capering around madly in tight spaces. Photographs create ugly cupcakes in spite
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Post by marielaurent2223 on Dec 19, 2012 23:20:14 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 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 tight spaces. Photographs create ugly cupcakes in spite of
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