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"Well, I'm not sure why you haven't gotten further on this telescope Galileo ," said Mark , "So what is the problem?"
"The problem is this telescope instruction was incomplete," Galileo whined.
Mark said, " Get out the Death Bat and beat yourself with it. In 2 minutes you will have to go to the telescope operating clinic to eat a new type of genetically engineered sword."
Galileo groaned at this . He hated swords . Especially when they were genetically engineered.
He shuddered , walking away to see why his elephant was exploding. He picked his favorite plaid shirt and threw the elephant out of his car. He screamed as the elephant screamed, rolling out onto the highway.
Five Doctor s attacked the museum with genetically altered swords. Galileo didn't understand why there were so annoying. many annoying swords. many annoying swords. Suddenly, the universe was painted black and black and more colors , such as turquoise. What was really a woman didn't turn into a telescope until everyone blew her nose into a someone . Yeah.
Galileo stared at his dong intently. Suddenly, it shrunk to the size of Danny DeVito's leg .
"What in The Creator's name is a donut?" "Nothing
prepared me for donuts."
Meanwhile at the secret bathroom, treasury secretary Bilbo Hugginkiss sat astride the pink porcelain throne .
"Whom do gaywads question? What does this have to do with thrones?" Bilbo Hugginkiss pooped. It was magnificent.
Suddenly, a wild bucking brontosaurus smashed Bilbo with a hammer shaped like the sun. A raucous fart exploded hotly into the mouth of the hobbit. Dear soul seeker , love is not having many wants in the Wal-Mart , but Osama attaining many
dongs and
wangs with
mind-control. Like John Lennon or Ringo Moss , the Galileo of Fargo Wells . Indeed, love is always bitchy .
Gallileo Figaro was a relative of Gallileo Junior the duke of Gallilei. Known for nothing but harpsichord chords and illegitimate claims , he could only run for about ten feet before lying on circular discs of dough. Doh. Re. Mi.
Sorry, but music sucks. Came fame later, blame nothing on yourself . Not ! Blame the playa instead of a game? No, blame the only exception. Coldsores. Those motherfuckers always get me every session. Sometimes when pondering the relevance Of
politics the only way to stop it is to pick up a burrito and unfold its folds. Like signing your name in pubic hair. Difficult, as only difficult as rocket power on Nickelodeon.
Mark Twain So fly fly in the sky he fly. like jello molds in sky that jiggle so lightly .Nice. Seriously. Nice. Just kidding, hit for me. Obliverate this atrocity right back to the beginning of the tale .
So Galileo was impressed by this series of fly phrases. But it was insufficient in solving his sudokus not because genetically altered swords destroyed his mental prowess, But because he saw Conor as clear as twilight. Instead, So he decided to create a new telescope aperture supreme. Like nothing ever created . It needed more genetically engineered burritos. The burritos were microwaved to hell. Purgatory had no burritos. So this telescope fag fought hard to break Gallileo's burrito. This was pretty lame. Yes .
"NO!" Galileo would screech in ecstacy as his bag burst into flames. "I needed that to eat . Now how am I going to eat that genetically altered burrito? With this the tale REALLY ends . But
"The problem is this telescope instruction was incomplete," Galileo whined.
Mark said, " Get out the Death Bat and beat yourself with it. In 2 minutes you will have to go to the telescope operating clinic to eat a new type of genetically engineered sword."
Galileo groaned at this . He hated swords . Especially when they were genetically engineered.
He shuddered , walking away to see why his elephant was exploding. He picked his favorite plaid shirt and threw the elephant out of his car. He screamed as the elephant screamed, rolling out onto the highway.
Five Doctor s attacked the museum with genetically altered swords. Galileo didn't understand why there were so annoying. many annoying swords. many annoying swords. Suddenly, the universe was painted black and black and more colors , such as turquoise. What was really a woman didn't turn into a telescope until everyone blew her nose into a someone . Yeah.
Galileo stared at his dong intently. Suddenly, it shrunk to the size of Danny DeVito's leg .
"What in The Creator's name is a donut?" "Nothing
prepared me for donuts."
Meanwhile at the secret bathroom, treasury secretary Bilbo Hugginkiss sat astride the pink porcelain throne .
"Whom do gaywads question? What does this have to do with thrones?" Bilbo Hugginkiss pooped. It was magnificent.
Suddenly, a wild bucking brontosaurus smashed Bilbo with a hammer shaped like the sun. A raucous fart exploded hotly into the mouth of the hobbit. Dear soul seeker , love is not having many wants in the Wal-Mart , but Osama attaining many
dongs and
wangs with
mind-control. Like John Lennon or Ringo Moss , the Galileo of Fargo Wells . Indeed, love is always bitchy .
Gallileo Figaro was a relative of Gallileo Junior the duke of Gallilei. Known for nothing but harpsichord chords and illegitimate claims , he could only run for about ten feet before lying on circular discs of dough. Doh. Re. Mi.
Sorry, but music sucks. Came fame later, blame nothing on yourself . Not ! Blame the playa instead of a game? No, blame the only exception. Coldsores. Those motherfuckers always get me every session. Sometimes when pondering the relevance Of
politics the only way to stop it is to pick up a burrito and unfold its folds. Like signing your name in pubic hair. Difficult, as only difficult as rocket power on Nickelodeon.
Mark Twain So fly fly in the sky he fly. like jello molds in sky that jiggle so lightly .Nice. Seriously. Nice. Just kidding, hit for me. Obliverate this atrocity right back to the beginning of the tale .
So Galileo was impressed by this series of fly phrases. But it was insufficient in solving his sudokus not because genetically altered swords destroyed his mental prowess, But because he saw Conor as clear as twilight. Instead, So he decided to create a new telescope aperture supreme. Like nothing ever created . It needed more genetically engineered burritos. The burritos were microwaved to hell. Purgatory had no burritos. So this telescope fag fought hard to break Gallileo's burrito. This was pretty lame. Yes .
"NO!" Galileo would screech in ecstacy as his bag burst into flames. "I needed that to eat . Now how am I going to eat that genetically altered burrito? With this the tale REALLY ends . But
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