Greystone Thorngage
08-17-2008, 07:14 PM
The Conclusion.
A long time ago, there was a bored salesman who ate people then recycled them into large bottles of sticky glue; wandered into a Texas whore house where vampires danced, and rubbed himself on the noggin. But the whores were too expensive and the vampires wouldn’t put out. Consequently, his horniness lowered his standards so he banged Jedd, Trilkin and Vampirella’s ugly sister. The next day Trilkin petitioned and was ignored, banned, and set alight a huge polka-dotted pair of {pants.}It wasn't until the the following evening that he shagged the bag lady.
Any, the next {day} around 4 o'clock he donated his kidney to a blind, legless, albino called Sanchek who sand-boxed him for not posting more polittically corect dogma.
Sanchek loved the mangina named Chenoa and the cock named Halo, Regardless he continued on his relentless search to find the amputee midget porn he had lost. He ended up smoking a bowl, then falling asleep.
The open window however, let in a bat from Gothem, of course. It had a big red industrial testicle that sometimes glowed and pulsated. His fangs were long and bloodstained with Angelina Jolie's bony ass arms not being involved.
Suddenly sense tingling the bat swooped down for the yummy dangley bits of the elusive two headed rabbit. The rabbit sensed it's impending peril and shit profusely. Regaining bowel control, the Trix rabbit, turned Trix into eight balls of giggley fruity goo. With the goo whose name was JOhn Jacob Jinglehimerschmidy. the Trix rabbit got really confused, goo spewing everywhere on Haloface's chest.
"silly rabbit, Trix are Chuck Norris'!"
It was only the lure of a young hot druidess, gaily dancing for her love of wood that allowed him to tee off and roundhouse kick Greystone's giblets into the frying pan. Greystone's agony was beyond measure. He iced them down while sizing up a banana hammock at Ikea.
Incidentally, an assassin was targetting Greystone for a lovely schmock like Yuegou fancied. But then as, Crydee ran by shouting, "NO WAR" the assasin started to sing showtunes. The gay blade held his sword and his weapon, which was nonsense, because he was a paid assassin, hired to kill Greystone. He did. Staring at the lifeless story-telling salesman, he sang a song about a whale insdie a man that ate cheese and was constipated.
Greyston's fried giblets, taste good with sweet and sour pork. The down-side with Chinese vampires is that they use bamboo coffins, and are short. Frequently, they gnaw on bored salesmen while sipping chianti and masterbating virgourously.
Chaffed and sore, it searched for Duke Nukem Forever. Only to be mistakenly identified as Yuegou's wannabe protege', until he whipped out his tiny deck and started babbling about Cheetos whil eating fish flavored lima beans.
Practicing projctilve vomitting appeared to be what kids do instead of crack.
Along comes Batman , wearing protection fortunately but was it enough to stop the flood of radio-active monkey jizz heading for his cash and prizes, or would it become just another fine example of an adolescent wet-dream. A dream his father and mother had while fornicating under a car. Rainbows and puppy dog tails are five words. This thread's dead.
Greystone shrugged, sadly. Dumb lame rules, sang the bard, in her final orgasmic cacophony of unbridled passion, fulfulled. The moral of Greystone's collective story begin and ends with the words.
A long time ago, there was a bored salesman who ate people then recycled them into large bottles of sticky glue; wandered into a Texas whore house where vampires danced, and rubbed himself on the noggin. But the whores were too expensive and the vampires wouldn’t put out. Consequently, his horniness lowered his standards so he banged Jedd, Trilkin and Vampirella’s ugly sister. The next day Trilkin petitioned and was ignored, banned, and set alight a huge polka-dotted pair of {pants.}It wasn't until the the following evening that he shagged the bag lady.
Any, the next {day} around 4 o'clock he donated his kidney to a blind, legless, albino called Sanchek who sand-boxed him for not posting more polittically corect dogma.
Sanchek loved the mangina named Chenoa and the cock named Halo, Regardless he continued on his relentless search to find the amputee midget porn he had lost. He ended up smoking a bowl, then falling asleep.
The open window however, let in a bat from Gothem, of course. It had a big red industrial testicle that sometimes glowed and pulsated. His fangs were long and bloodstained with Angelina Jolie's bony ass arms not being involved.
Suddenly sense tingling the bat swooped down for the yummy dangley bits of the elusive two headed rabbit. The rabbit sensed it's impending peril and shit profusely. Regaining bowel control, the Trix rabbit, turned Trix into eight balls of giggley fruity goo. With the goo whose name was JOhn Jacob Jinglehimerschmidy. the Trix rabbit got really confused, goo spewing everywhere on Haloface's chest.
"silly rabbit, Trix are Chuck Norris'!"
It was only the lure of a young hot druidess, gaily dancing for her love of wood that allowed him to tee off and roundhouse kick Greystone's giblets into the frying pan. Greystone's agony was beyond measure. He iced them down while sizing up a banana hammock at Ikea.
Incidentally, an assassin was targetting Greystone for a lovely schmock like Yuegou fancied. But then as, Crydee ran by shouting, "NO WAR" the assasin started to sing showtunes. The gay blade held his sword and his weapon, which was nonsense, because he was a paid assassin, hired to kill Greystone. He did. Staring at the lifeless story-telling salesman, he sang a song about a whale insdie a man that ate cheese and was constipated.
Greyston's fried giblets, taste good with sweet and sour pork. The down-side with Chinese vampires is that they use bamboo coffins, and are short. Frequently, they gnaw on bored salesmen while sipping chianti and masterbating virgourously.
Chaffed and sore, it searched for Duke Nukem Forever. Only to be mistakenly identified as Yuegou's wannabe protege', until he whipped out his tiny deck and started babbling about Cheetos whil eating fish flavored lima beans.
Practicing projctilve vomitting appeared to be what kids do instead of crack.
Along comes Batman , wearing protection fortunately but was it enough to stop the flood of radio-active monkey jizz heading for his cash and prizes, or would it become just another fine example of an adolescent wet-dream. A dream his father and mother had while fornicating under a car. Rainbows and puppy dog tails are five words. This thread's dead.
Greystone shrugged, sadly. Dumb lame rules, sang the bard, in her final orgasmic cacophony of unbridled passion, fulfulled. The moral of Greystone's collective story begin and ends with the words.