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A new-story begins. MORTAL KOMBAT. RAWR!!!! Now then. Fat eels like shark. Joe Soto is dead dead dead! Or is it, in fact, horribly, horrible? �Ouch! �I killed him? Whee! It was grand! So grand that I framed the photo and sold it on ebay. And made some, not some, trillions of starfish will use their laser guided monkey snatcher to attack the Storm with teeth and eat its noob-faced newbie brain. What a newb. "NOOBIE" cried horatio, the n00b. Anyways, h4x0rz r0x0rd several small blunt objects label as the cow threw up. It was hairy. just like his friend. Anyway, to catch the Rat it required many bus passes and train pass. The heathens paid nothing! And they died for it. They learned their letters and ate their multiplication tables. Joe was there, then left. Much confusion ensued. Gunshots followed by death and boats full lardy goodness. It broke my knees right in two.five million pieces. That was a hum-dinger, so bears eat lard, that's a horrible pile, wouldn't you agree? Kablammo! Things said were "Chicken-pot-chicken-pot-chicken-pot-pie" and then Joe jumped. Twas a sad endevor, for it flabbily went "f�mp" clearly not "fump." Tsunamis pummeled Joe's liver area. Resulting, all the ants were assassinated. Many ate with chopsticks, they got slivers. Buffalos and ants caused general madness. mild SARS developed, then spread slowly. Then killed jew/nazi and the clowns wept. An odd raft full of meatrific stories bra'. Huh? That's right, bra'. No, not Taco Bell, rather, it was the Rey De la Hamburguesa and death beans. That was trouble. It was bypassed by several beans of speed and endurance. They could easily destroy Morpheus's painfully large nosehair of death. This caused pain for none, but made Trinity very jealous and she exploded in a firey ball of poo, which was just another of those things that happens. Kinda like Jesus. Heh, what a fat man there. See me pointing? Now, explosive funk! That is the antichrist's yacht, and he was G-zus in a bookstore, but not outside where it smelled like fourteen dead and thirty-two missing. Sad, sad numbers flew to Sweden plotting their revenge and swallowing their giblits Friday night. On Saturday morning, fat people danced endlessly. It disgusted a pig, who cried quietly. Twas a horrible vortex of opposable thumbs and bendable neckbones. Thinking about that one, eh? "word." Said the "cool" wooden raft man. He was actually a broom and a mop mixed up for prom. What a disaster. The End... Forever. (That was the last story to date created on the MH forum.) |
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