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All that was shite does glitter in the blackest night. When more pelican men decided to consume abacuses for no apparent reason – although they did gain Luna’s Plot – for great sexy times on Mars Erotica’s Lunar Missile Base. Ironic name goes here. Crush, kill, marzipan, fish. Dipper Pines consumed abacuses. When Odin melted faces and feces of worms that were massively overpowered. Mabel saw some CABBAGES who fucked all of Margaret Thatcher’s governmental advisors. Who ate Michael Jackson. “Oh why, why, why lots of corsets appeared in supermarkets for Easter?”

Lord Bonerfarts ate a giant burrito composed of Scriverer Blooms with cheese – it was exoticly arousing and narcoleptic. Yay sleep. Massive butts crushed London and Essex as omelettes stormed Parliament for equality and hot potato soup. Who could’ve predicted that Luna’s tush developed wings and went on adventures inside the White House, Barrack licked Lord Bonerfarts. OC farms morphed into massive landmines. Explosive diarrhoea  covered all of Birmingham in pleasant musk.