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Post by Chad Manning on Sept 5, 2006 15:12:11 GMT -5
he looked out
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Post by Adonna on Sept 7, 2006 13:42:53 GMT -5
to see if
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Post by Vable on Sept 7, 2006 17:31:30 GMT -5
purple platipi were
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Post by Chad Manning on Sept 8, 2006 11:57:10 GMT -5
ravaging the countryside
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Post by Brian on Sept 8, 2006 12:52:50 GMT -5
but found that
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Post by Vable on Sept 8, 2006 21:00:47 GMT -5
it was GIAGANTIC....
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Post by Chad Manning on Sept 11, 2006 8:34:48 GMT -5
killer bee swarms
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Post by Brian on Sept 11, 2006 11:05:50 GMT -5
sucking on grape
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Post by Adonna on Sept 11, 2006 11:44:53 GMT -5
wine with pieces
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Post by Chad Manning on Sept 11, 2006 14:25:06 GMT -5
of wax stuck
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Post by Vable on Sept 11, 2006 15:09:21 GMT -5
in their ears. (note the period, next sentence oh ye run on kings;) hehe)
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Post by Chad Manning on Sept 11, 2006 16:11:15 GMT -5
Recap:
Once upon a time in a land not unlike ours today. We hear of a wicket who seems to be frightened by the evil overlord, "Dark Uncle". This "Dark Uncle" [had] powers ranged form evil and torturous to sickeningly cute. Now the wicket was one small little creature standing about yay high, with ears pointing out to the horizon as if it had a boom-a-rang for a tail. Now the question remains as to why is the little guy was speaking in Swahili? Because clearly Swahili is the language of the evil dire pygmy bats that fly on wings made of pure polymethyl methacrylate. So the wicket ran to the other side of the grassy hillside aroused by the smell of seaweed and kelp. He looked out to see if purple platipi were ravaging the countryside, but found that it was GIAGANTIC killer bee swarms sucking on grape wine with pieces of wax stuck in their ears.
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Post by Chad Manning on Sept 11, 2006 16:11:54 GMT -5
Seeing the bees,
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Post by Adonna on Sept 12, 2006 10:15:40 GMT -5
was rather traumatic
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Post by Vable on Sept 12, 2006 12:47:22 GMT -5
so he pooped
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