Three Word Story Game (again)
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Paul Temple deduced Holmes had erred but Moriarty had forgotten his appliance, the one that Roger Bacon sliced on the eighteenth into the Führerbunker. Krebs's prize 'fish' thought lemons were exclusive to Volkswagen before discovering Smirnoff in the Lada radiator, better than diesel which fouls the kidneys.
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to the tortured screams
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to the tortured screams
Have we got time for another cuppa?
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Paul Temple deduced Holmes had erred but Moriarty had forgotten his appliance, the one that Roger Bacon sliced on the eighteenth into the Führerbunker. Krebs's prize 'fish' thought lemons were exclusive to Volkswagen before discovering Smirnoff in the Lada radiator, better than diesel which fouls the kidneys.
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to the tortured screams of Putin's puta-apparatchiks
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to the tortured screams of Putin's puta-apparatchiks
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Paul Temple deduced Holmes had erred but Moriarty had forgotten his appliance, the one that Roger Bacon sliced on the eighteenth into the Führerbunker. Krebs's prize 'fish' thought lemons were exclusive to Volkswagen before discovering Smirnoff in the Lada radiator, better than diesel which fouls the kidneys.
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to the tortured screams of Putin's puta-apparatchiks (hijos de Putin)
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to the tortured screams of Putin's puta-apparatchiks (hijos de Putin)
Suppose that this room is a lift. The support breaks and down we go with ever-increasing velocity.
Let us pass the time by performing physical experiments...
--- Arthur Eddington (creator of the Eddington Number).
Let us pass the time by performing physical experiments...
--- Arthur Eddington (creator of the Eddington Number).
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Paul Temple deduced Holmes had erred but Moriarty had forgotten his appliance, the one that Roger Bacon sliced on the eighteenth into the Führerbunker. Krebs's prize 'fish' thought lemons were exclusive to Volkswagen before discovering Smirnoff in the Lada radiator, better than diesel which fouls the kidneys.
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to the tortured screams of Putin's puta-apparatchiks (hijos de Putin) drilling holes in
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to the tortured screams of Putin's puta-apparatchiks (hijos de Putin) drilling holes in
Have we got time for another cuppa?
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Paul Temple deduced Holmes had erred but Moriarty had forgotten his appliance, the one that Roger Bacon sliced on the eighteenth into the Führerbunker. Krebs's prize 'fish' thought lemons were exclusive to Volkswagen before discovering Smirnoff in the Lada radiator, better than diesel which fouls the kidneys.
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to the tortured screams of Putin's puta-apparatchiks (hijos de Putin) drilling holes in my Scrabble board
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to the tortured screams of Putin's puta-apparatchiks (hijos de Putin) drilling holes in my Scrabble board
Suppose that this room is a lift. The support breaks and down we go with ever-increasing velocity.
Let us pass the time by performing physical experiments...
--- Arthur Eddington (creator of the Eddington Number).
Let us pass the time by performing physical experiments...
--- Arthur Eddington (creator of the Eddington Number).
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Paul Temple deduced Holmes had erred but Moriarty had forgotten his appliance, the one that Roger Bacon sliced on the eighteenth into the Führerbunker. Krebs's prize 'fish' thought lemons were exclusive to Volkswagen before discovering Smirnoff in the Lada radiator, better than diesel which fouls the kidneys.
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to the tortured screams of Putin's puta-apparatchiks (hijos de Putin) drilling holes in my Scrabble board during the meeting
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to the tortured screams of Putin's puta-apparatchiks (hijos de Putin) drilling holes in my Scrabble board during the meeting
Just remember, when you’re over the hill, you begin to pick up speed.
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Paul Temple deduced Holmes had erred but Moriarty had forgotten his appliance, the one that Roger Bacon sliced on the eighteenth into the Führerbunker. Krebs's prize 'fish' thought lemons were exclusive to Volkswagen before discovering Smirnoff in the Lada radiator, better than diesel which fouls the kidneys.
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to the tortured screams of Putin's puta-apparatchiks (hijos de Putin) drilling holes in my Scrabble board during the meeting of irreconcilable opposites
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to the tortured screams of Putin's puta-apparatchiks (hijos de Putin) drilling holes in my Scrabble board during the meeting of irreconcilable opposites
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Paul Temple deduced Holmes had erred but Moriarty had forgotten his appliance, the one that Roger Bacon sliced on the eighteenth into the Führerbunker. Krebs's prize 'fish' thought lemons were exclusive to Volkswagen before discovering Smirnoff in the Lada radiator, better than diesel which fouls the kidneys.
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to the tortured screams of Putin's puta-apparatchiks (hijos de Putin) drilling holes in my Scrabble board during the meeting of irreconcilable opposites.
Yogamat the Warrior
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to the tortured screams of Putin's puta-apparatchiks (hijos de Putin) drilling holes in my Scrabble board during the meeting of irreconcilable opposites.
Yogamat the Warrior
Have we got time for another cuppa?
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Paul Temple deduced Holmes had erred but Moriarty had forgotten his appliance, the one that Roger Bacon sliced on the eighteenth into the Führerbunker. Krebs's prize 'fish' thought lemons were exclusive to Volkswagen before discovering Smirnoff in the Lada radiator, better than diesel which fouls the kidneys.
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to the tortured screams of Putin's puta-apparatchiks (hijos de Putin) drilling holes in my Scrabble board during the meeting of irreconcilable opposites.
Yogamat the Warrior, Wii his captain
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to the tortured screams of Putin's puta-apparatchiks (hijos de Putin) drilling holes in my Scrabble board during the meeting of irreconcilable opposites.
Yogamat the Warrior, Wii his captain
Percussive maintainance, if it don't fit, hit it with the hammer.
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Paul Temple deduced Holmes had erred but Moriarty had forgotten his appliance, the one that Roger Bacon sliced on the eighteenth into the Führerbunker. Krebs's prize 'fish' thought lemons were exclusive to Volkswagen before discovering Smirnoff in the Lada radiator, better than diesel which fouls the kidneys.
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to the tortured screams of Putin's puta-apparatchiks (hijos de Putin) drilling holes in my Scrabble board during the meeting of irreconcilable opposites.
Yogamat the Warrior, Wii his captain, Mercaptan the Malodorous
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to the tortured screams of Putin's puta-apparatchiks (hijos de Putin) drilling holes in my Scrabble board during the meeting of irreconcilable opposites.
Yogamat the Warrior, Wii his captain, Mercaptan the Malodorous
Have we got time for another cuppa?
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Paul Temple deduced Holmes had erred but Moriarty had forgotten his appliance, the one that Roger Bacon sliced on the eighteenth into the Führerbunker. Krebs's prize 'fish' thought lemons were exclusive to Volkswagen before discovering Smirnoff in the Lada radiator, better than diesel which fouls the kidneys.
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to the tortured screams of Putin's puta-apparatchiks (hijos de Putin) drilling holes in my Scrabble board during the meeting of irreconcilable opposites.
Yogamat the Warrior, Wii his captain, Mercaptan the Malodorous, Butyls buddy phew
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to the tortured screams of Putin's puta-apparatchiks (hijos de Putin) drilling holes in my Scrabble board during the meeting of irreconcilable opposites.
Yogamat the Warrior, Wii his captain, Mercaptan the Malodorous, Butyls buddy phew
Percussive maintainance, if it don't fit, hit it with the hammer.
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Paul Temple deduced Holmes had erred but Moriarty had forgotten his appliance, the one that Roger Bacon sliced on the eighteenth into the Führerbunker. Krebs's prize 'fish' thought lemons were exclusive to Volkswagen before discovering Smirnoff in the Lada radiator, better than diesel which fouls the kidneys.
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to the tortured screams of Putin's puta-apparatchiks (hijos de Putin) drilling holes in my Scrabble board during the meeting of irreconcilable opposites.
Yogamat the Warrior, Wii his captain, Mercaptan the Malodorous, Butyls buddy phew, phew, Barney McGrew
Beelzebub was in his Beelzetub, simmering gently. "WHERE'S MY RUM!?" Baba, Ali, uttered those fateful words "Open Sumach!" Nothing going on here, try UPPER CASE to get nails for my horse "Gin-So-That" to chew.
Meanwhile, suddenly and unexpectedly the snatched bunder pavement pizza glowed Cherenkov-radiation blue; very pretty, but bottom quarks decayed because dielectric materialism hadn't been properly distributed.
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to the tortured screams of Putin's puta-apparatchiks (hijos de Putin) drilling holes in my Scrabble board during the meeting of irreconcilable opposites.
Yogamat the Warrior, Wii his captain, Mercaptan the Malodorous, Butyls buddy phew, phew, Barney McGrew
Just remember, when you’re over the hill, you begin to pick up speed.
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to the tortured screams of Putin's puta-apparatchiks (hijos de Putin) drilling holes in my Scrabble board during the meeting of irreconcilable opposites.
Yogamat the Warrior, Wii his captain, Mercaptan the Malodorous, Butyls buddy phew, phew, Barney McGrew McCarrots and McPotatoes
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to the tortured screams of Putin's puta-apparatchiks (hijos de Putin) drilling holes in my Scrabble board during the meeting of irreconcilable opposites.
Yogamat the Warrior, Wii his captain, Mercaptan the Malodorous, Butyls buddy phew, phew, Barney McGrew McCarrots and McPotatoes
Suppose that this room is a lift. The support breaks and down we go with ever-increasing velocity.
Let us pass the time by performing physical experiments...
--- Arthur Eddington (creator of the Eddington Number).
Let us pass the time by performing physical experiments...
--- Arthur Eddington (creator of the Eddington Number).
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to the tortured screams of Putin's puta-apparatchiks (hijos de Putin) drilling holes in my Scrabble board during the meeting of irreconcilable opposites.
Yogamat the Warrior, Wii his captain, Mercaptan the Malodorous, Butyls buddy phew, phew, Barney McGrew McCarrots and McPotatoes walked into a
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to the tortured screams of Putin's puta-apparatchiks (hijos de Putin) drilling holes in my Scrabble board during the meeting of irreconcilable opposites.
Yogamat the Warrior, Wii his captain, Mercaptan the Malodorous, Butyls buddy phew, phew, Barney McGrew McCarrots and McPotatoes walked into a
Have we got time for another cuppa?
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
W. Boson-Schair swung madly making Roger's left patella connect with BBC radio four, upsetting 'thought for Descartes, who cogitated
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to the tortured screams of Putin's puta-apparatchiks (hijos de Putin) drilling holes in my Scrabble board during the meeting of irreconcilable opposites.
Yogamat the Warrior, Wii his captain, Mercaptan the Malodorous, Butyls buddy phew, phew, Barney McGrew McCarrots and McPotatoes walked into a Mc Ratburger kitchen
"I stink, therefore I have jam wedged between my beanz an' nuffiness". Caesar, however, 'adsum unlike some absentee totally zonked on weed from Brute's etui of little pricks the hypodermic brothers evil twin. Mercurius was sick in Beaucroissant mirroring Artaius scragging a chicken. Colonel Sanders' nuggets, scorned by rats but relished by corpulent salad dodgers and rabid dogs, are made from stuff.
More interesting was the grade of random moderation in all things nevertheless, exceeding excessively ecdysiatically-elicited endocrines.
The sunset strip Scrabble® game featured striped stroppy strippers, paint strippers and triple word brawls. Playing the 'Z' pliers listening to the tortured screams of Putin's puta-apparatchiks (hijos de Putin) drilling holes in my Scrabble board during the meeting of irreconcilable opposites.
Yogamat the Warrior, Wii his captain, Mercaptan the Malodorous, Butyls buddy phew, phew, Barney McGrew McCarrots and McPotatoes walked into a Mc Ratburger kitchen