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did you see the hand that held their attention...(orbs included)?

. and in the maelstrom a lithesome and nefarious jester, entered holding orbs of glass in one hand and a rod of steel between his teeth a third hand, held their attention, proclaiming "all those who deny, stand for your right to die" the King, amused with his suffering bride near by rose from the Seat of Minestrone, dusted off his Ruffles and pierced the glass orb left exposed, a gaseous emission emitted, one by two, the room was ravaged with noxious renderings the King released a liquidized substance, gold in hue, covering the suffering one as she pulled the Thorn of Credenza from her protruding opulence, Mercy was no where in sight feeling his oats and singular orb, the jocular jester removed his wig from House du Caress and revealed three sprigs of wheat germ, growing nearly as tall as the shepherds staff Lady Atnightly was perched upon in glowing display of her unused portions he smiled "come to me and allow my worldliness to surrender you" . . oh my...you get this...I think I have Norwegian Wood

Public Comments

1. Moskstraumen (Title suggestion) That same sword (staff) also comes with a hunky Viking named Lateralic Files cousin to Montgomery Thorn of Credenza Candy glanced Thorn and grimaced. "I did it again, didn't I? The Lord's gaze returned to the photos of Lady Atnightly's family Mercy was still unaccounted for. What about your wife?" "I didn't say anything to her last night. The seat of learning and the flush of success. Relieves a constipated mind ...Every seat was occupied. tag....you're it BAHHAAAHHHAA what a wit you have to spin this tale in such a disastrous *fluff* way
2. I read it out loud, and it sounded like this: And in the maelstrom a lithe strom and the various gender, bendered holding ore, a gash in one hand and a rod and reel by teeny's teeth a third rail, held their attrition, cocaining. "all those who deny, stand up for your right to dye" The King, amused with his stuttering bride nearby arose from the Seat of Mini's Tony, flustered off his duffle and pierced a glass, or he left exposed, a gaseous omission permitted, none by one, the room was savaged with smoxurous fenderlings. the King resqueezed a liliquitized bumpstance, golden hewn, cowering the stuttering one as she pulled the horn of pretenza from her protruding abdomen, Mere, seas with no wares in sight Fleeing his oars, a singular oaf, innocular jackster retooled his wing from Horse du Verse and renailed three springs of wit kern, growling neatly in ties, ash a seperate sighs Ladle Albright t'what's pursed awning lowly disk player noosed port shuns, heath's mile. "come sail away, come sail away come sail away with meeee EEEEE hee."
3. skeet skeet mo' ffffka