Frank Sino.
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« on: January 09, 2009, 10:42:25 PM » |
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I making my return to the forums just for gibberish.
The well concealed cash created a hypotenuse of a quarrel. The Mysterio of the 89th century made his return in the form of a lead based cereal box containing Micky Rourke's gullet. This implied him to forge a sword made of open mouthed plastic. Alphabet soup, Mister Exacto? You'll have to consider the butterfly-like consequences before doing so. Of course, the internet was fond of plasticization, mainly because of the tallman's watch expo. And so ends the Duracell.
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« Reply #1 on: January 09, 2009, 11:08:14 PM » |
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Nice, but I think that it's ruined by the fact that you gave us the finger and said goodbye not too long ago. Coming back to make Gibberish is... well it's odd.
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Frank Sino.
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« Reply #2 on: January 09, 2009, 11:12:36 PM » |
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Stop being sensitive. This is the internet.
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« Reply #3 on: January 09, 2009, 11:16:01 PM » |
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Hamsters made up the majority of the one-legged man's exorcism.
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« Reply #4 on: January 09, 2009, 11:20:18 PM » |
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Nothing could quite compare to the love Frank experienced tending for his llamas. Each and every day he fed them fried beetles avec fromage, but the Soviets did not approve. Using their death Ray, they evaporated all the hay Frank had stored in his attic and replaced it with voluptuous vixens. Henri Matisse decided to do something and he painted a sculpture using only his toes as a form of protest, but the Italian government had too many closeted homosexuals and they exiled him for life.
I'm afraid that makes too much sense.
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« Reply #5 on: January 10, 2009, 12:00:20 AM » |
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Fuck Mrs. Habadasher, she hasn't watered knife collections at the flea market since before time got clocks shitting their driver's licenses. Why not more? You'll need to seek before you hide, and catnip is my favorite shit juice of the strangest 50-yard line. Touchdown for the FedEx's, old chap. New Guinea doesn't hold an outlet to once upon a time there was a pretty young bunny. This bunny of rabbit proportions between the Pythagorean theorem and my sister's ass.
Eh...I'll have to get baked and try this later.
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« Reply #6 on: January 10, 2009, 12:59:13 AM » |
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some of these are too long. You know, "Brevity is the essence of gibberish" -William Shakespeare.
Randy was stenciling his name in the bee-line when he suddenly thought "why are there colors? and did you deck the thermostat?" sometimes.. sometimes.... marble.
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« Reply #7 on: January 10, 2009, 01:30:10 AM » |
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Fuck Mrs. Habadasher, she hasn't watered knife collections at the flea market since before time got clocks shitting their driver's licenses. Why not more? You'll need to seek before you hide, and catnip is my favorite shit juice of the strangest 50-yard line. Touchdown for the FedEx's, old chap. New Guinea doesn't hold an outlet to once upon a time there was a pretty young bunny. This bunny of rabbit proportions between the Pythagorean theorem and my sister's ass.
Eh...I'll have to get baked and try this later.
I fucking love this one Justin. Christ. We need a poll for entries so that the community can vote on the best one to be read on the show. Unless Brian would like to extort his dictatorship power and pick whichever he wants. Either way we need more. |
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« Last Edit: January 10, 2009, 02:16:15 AM by The-Autistic-Tomato »
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 The apple fairy is a delightful nemesis, always flying with the foundry of the impassioned flared raisins. What a sight, you can see it for globes. |
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« Reply #8 on: January 10, 2009, 01:48:02 AM » |
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I tried speaking to you countless times on XBL, but you never accepted.
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« Reply #9 on: January 10, 2009, 04:06:54 AM » |
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« Reply #10 on: January 10, 2009, 10:00:35 AM » |
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Stop pointing it out, we know. Post moar gibberish.
No refrigerator has ever flushed a salad down the sink, but sometimes the glasses in the medicine cabinet must be free from mechanical pencils.
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Frank Sino.
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« Reply #11 on: January 10, 2009, 12:05:01 PM » |
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This maverick of a label decided that Expo whiteboard markers tasted like crushed power supplies. This displeased the all mighty depression and made a grilled cheese webcam. But wait, there's knobs. Sign down yesterday and get a free limited edition Power Rangers foil maker. Or never mind. Jesus Christ herself couldn't hold a candle to the shiny part of a canadian dollar bill when it came to being a computer speaker. But neither could O'Niel, so it's alright. Aftermath? After meth? Who knows. I don't. Speaking of car batteries, this graphic novel of a digital camera had more emotions than the human eye. 13 in total. But the modem had more, making him orgasmic.
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« Reply #12 on: January 10, 2009, 03:45:57 PM » |
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While Aunt Michael was humping the refrigerator, Mexico yelled at the painful sky.
Birds don't bark, fuck railroad!
After infinity, baby's moustache was dismissed.
Brown unicorns clip my toenails every civil war.
Hand, rooster and broomstick never got to the party because nothing was already dead.
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« Reply #13 on: January 10, 2009, 06:19:38 PM » |
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Well done GPM. Love the unicorn one.
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The apple fairy is a delightful nemesis, always flying with the foundry of the impassioned flared raisins. What a sight, you can see it for globes. |
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« Reply #14 on: January 10, 2009, 08:14:15 PM » |
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I tried speaking to you countless times on XBL, but you never accepted.
My gamertag is BloodGunner97 if you want to shoot me a friend invite Zombie. And more gibberish: Sea shells, she sells, her body to local Mexican cellphone billers. I once played ricochet-biliard screen with him. What a sensible old ninny. |
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