Even though Alan thought that money talked Chinese, he bought into Japanese underwear. This caused many cami-knickers to be sold on stock markets around my legs. Why, I cannot believe everybody bought pounds of potatoes instead of enormous quantities of Japanese seaweed sushi! People buy such rediculous mispellt ghoti! But fish are delicious cooked in ketchup, served with spinach sauce up a fresh pig's loins. Alan, I must point to your Japanese underwear. It seems too loud and crunchy. I hate it rustling during Holy Communion as I kneel. Unbeknownst to Rupert, Alan took his codpieces and mounted Susan on his special burger. "Ha! I think that Rupert shows promise!", mumbled the codpieces. Rupert grunted with immense satisfaction thinking that canine consumables had long shelf-lives and fruity-bits. Susan, who didn't eat pedigree sausages, thought that large melons turned clockwise but didn't take precautions quickly enough. Procrastination apart, bananas split in Susan's cami-knickers giving a rush of bananality. Meanwhile, far above the resplendant car-park, strange beings hovered. There were numerous beings looking gormlessly at each other. "What large undergarments you appear to create in your wardrobe by tele-genesis!" cried the intercom. It seems that Susan had forgotten to change into her lizard skin cami-knickers. "Help!" implored her faithful sex-slave. "My purity oscillates around the 5% significance mark." said Susan lustfully. Meanwhile, "Would you smell my follicles?", read the alien being. "Of course, My cycle is about to mutate into another amourous unicycle.", replied Susan. Luckily she recently inserted a hard dildo sarcastically into her pulsating gerbil, causing legal infringements of many international playboys. Of course this meant that all of twenty-eight simultaneous orgasms happened, each one more intense than the previous twelve years' worth of excitement with only a teaspoon to play with. She was enjoying the sensation of pain while the alien thrust with force into her pulsating, throbbing, moist, pink candyfloss coated with alcohol. Simultaneously, Roger thrust regularly into his hollow leather-bound copy of the encyclopedia, which was thoughtfully provided by a member of the United Federation of Deviant Branch Managers Of Reader's Digest, who had not washed their cami-knickers for three whole seconds. As it partially fell onto the bed, Roger scooped Susan into his pouches." Stop!", shrieked the gerbil, reaching shiftily into its own pouch. "I forbid premature ejaculation. Under sub-section 9.8.7.6.5.4.3.2.1, ejaculation must occur after midnight because otherwise the goblins will spontaneously gobble up your moist candyfloss!" As soon as Susan satisfied the examiners, she pressed her pencil into their sweaty throbbing belly-buttons., as they began gyrating rhythmically to the hypnotic music, Susan noticed how she forgot to remove her latex suit. She stooped to re-activate the vibrating stereo headphones which throbbed painfully in her moist, wet, pink, pulsating candyfloss. "Oh," exclaimed her gerbil. "Miaow indeed!" For although his appetite was inadequate, pizza slices were too risque for Clarabella's vibrant mouth. Although she parted her curtains widely, shimering veils of light failed to admit the supporters of her moist stockings. "Ah!" cried Clarabella, "that hurts!" as John pressed her door-bell. She welcomed his pet gerbil warmly into a voracious moist cavern. "urh!" was moistly uttered several times as Clarabella lustfully thrust deep into the moist cavern within her panting the chorus of the seven chronicles from Chipping_Norton NewsHorn. Nymphomania struck Susan at once. Toast rarely pops out of the toaster with pubic lice, unlike the marshmallows which frequently pop tarts. Susan buttered her buns, liberally with added value, spreading Bovril over the big fat watermelon, salivating over everything. Although dribbling flamingoes prefer Marmite sandwiches raw, the warmth shrivels flamingo- gonads. Schematically scrotums scintillate Susan's moist smelly pink shimmering candyfloss and stimulate her digits. Horses pushed through the undulating turquiose spaghetti and then, unbeknown to Dick Whittington, galloped through the moist pink fields. Meanwhile, Aarati decided that the universe was broken and that black bodies were probably zooming and zimming for asteroids, just as if the end of the cosmos arrived early in the expansion of the flammable void. Aarati had taken LSD accidentally, in Susan's kitchen sink, instantaneously washing-up last Friday's dishes. Suntools and moonbeams and star-spangled banners, these portents bode lean for Matt Callister's revolutionary yoga-surgery. Unfortunately bereaved, the Gerbils banded Susan about her dead reckoning. Curiously, Susan retaliated gymnastically by wrapping her ears histerically around Mark's eloquent dome. Retrospectively, they wiggled ferociously and polished the expansive smooth egghead hangman with their Mr.Sheen supersonic cloths. Mark complained often that hair dangled alongside his somewhat floppy and flaccid nobs and cheesy (but would taste marmitey) McVities crackers would sensually tickle. Rabbits and cranberry sauce often go walking with only chestnut jam spread over their private parts. Hares, conversely, go apeshit over a cup of hot chocolate. Frogs, on toast, or on acid drops, taste quite luscious with marmite spread liberally over the tip of my nose. Eventually, my ears exploded with maggots bursting into song! Their squelchy music resounded pleasingly but noisily inside her garage. Although harmonious, chords that coruscated violins, participated in the disestablishment' s_blowjob. In other words, anarchy reigned. Snow plummeted pleasingly across discontinuous media scenery, soothing ripples spreading sedately outwards into a clear Monday morning Adolf Hitler pranced idiotically. His stockings pulsated horribly. His panties slipped down his spindly legs. His braces snapped. Barnacles exploded around his testicles. Her legs fell appart with dribbling peas (mushy) falling from her mouth. Mushrooms failed to appear from between that dark cleft palate. Vegebangers slithered down her plate, sending her to bend tantalisingly over the sink ARGGGHHHH! I'm falling and flailing and guess what I just hit then? A big erection, stunning the bollocks, which protuded from nowhere. Prudently, I avoided castrating myself by dodging artfully. Prudishly, Providence privatised prevalent fantasies (nonalliteratively), fandangoing fancifully. Fanfares ejaculated spuriously but nowhere could I escape from the creepy bastard. Amusingly, all the falaffels in season combusted. Unfortunately, Colin's sandwich contained sand, causing the beach to split in two. Frantically he exploded. 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