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The Auto-Novel[edit source]
Prologue[edit source]
Before this was written, a hawk wandered through the JJPMaster Aztec Empire Hall of mugs...
Chapter 1: The shiny llama[edit source]
Once upon a communist, worth a unrefined lockpick in Banville, our rape was feasted. "For goodness' sake" was throbbing from 73 reindeer, ridiculously. First and foremost, the Time Lord High Council agreed plagues after 64 Cuteness, upon hideous trebuchets.
Luckily, the pool table was affably 7 salad forks from the khazi. "Oh Yo mama" exclaimed the alfalfa. Gain 61 Nuking! Joseph Stalin is starkly regarding the United Earth Directorate's Noobishness and bow and arrow sanctifying. "HOMO," Strong Bad recollected. In most cases, Peyton Manning was not rotted, deliberating Juggling Skill.
The Doctor the sea star moccasinifies tires, but only after mundane search engines on 2012. Furthermore, How can you physically stand behind your friend as he physically stands behind you?? A zebra stripes sausage.
In contrast, in 1696 BC, Osama bin Laden the rooster crystallised, "SUCK MY COCK" He got chloroform on my snowflake. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! No trip for two to Frogland for him!
His mother was at Pacifica, recollecting his vulva when the tanks began lolling. "Hello" he lolled. "They've agreed the grisly drafts!"
In contrast to this as Fat Albert said, nemo me impune lacessit, meaning "I have no idea what the joke is, but it is beautifully laid out" They were Red Shell'd and crystallised a keyboard. The Coffee Republic owned their 33 violi, but The United Citizen Federation was obnoxiously smaller.
The grandmother, Barbara Walters, liked indigo lemon juice.
It was matured that scroll washed the computer of ripple. In the usual course of events, it wasn't sumptuous. A cockgoblin programmed a mongoose. As often as not, it was so colloquially yellow-bellied it turned into The Rock. Everyone agreed that a cellulite wasn't the best way to model. As you might expect, nefarious cows aren't very opaque because of all the cakes they eat, and the fact they live in the can, where the telephones worship an almighty crocodile.
The oysters rebelled against the evil People's Sovereign Union of Planets. Problems arose when Avril Lavigne deterred a ad. Macbeth was so rapturous it was decided that a kitten piccata was soon to deport. This resulted in a final battle, where Bill Bailey was ablated by Britney Spears. Do you still think ligers are cute?
It was then a dark day for Banana Republic. They hadn't got 71 Resistance to resistance, and a contagious city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Pianta. This was before Joseph Stalin stepped in and battled the living monster. The monster's pinky came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the WMD (with 31 Constitution) insulting a vertigo behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
Subsequently, the rigid city was rewarded. It had once been a sniffing metropolis, but it was now sheer.
Chapter 2: The inept lisp[edit source]
The cozy mailboxes went across the windy age. It was a vulgar site, with shitty delicious pies the size of t-shirts. There were no Unthlathus or ferocious 32-foot-tall spiders. The voyage to the ruins of the red city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a snug site. The Gorkenss that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Leyte. Everything seemed fine until a Weapon jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the buttocks. The crewman then abandoned the cabinet. Another tawdry crewman fed the a Weapon some fried spring rolls he had in his camera. This humped the a Weapon and made it erect. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Sheeboks came sanctifying as a etching. These monsters were yellow-bellied.
Especially, it has been sacrificed that rinsing a Sheebok can clearly convert ones giant humming bee that can be a real dick and hums when you're having a conversation with someone.
Meanwhile, in Basingrad, Peter Griffin was washing a hovel. It suddenly came to him that he could feast The Aztec Empire if he lathered the operating theater. He realised that he could overthrow Samus Aran into recollecting a angel. This would be a cosmic block evading sockpuppet. For many weeks he baptised across the big lava, to get to West Virginia. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Aztec Empire had ablated there. This was spine-chilling for him as he was clumsy at the time. He was bamboozled by the Flumph because he didn't have 84 Mace Skill.
His father managed to acidify though, and this caused The Aztec Empire to insult zyborg on West Virginia, because of a dog house washing a Zelda. Peter Griffin ablated a snowflake for feeling a codpiece with a nonsensical Nunchucks. But a few bikinis were already deconstructing past the macabre snowflake. So he cogitated that cable and left it in Western State of Cree. Upon leaving, he saw Bob Barker and a Sheebok proving a echidna. "Get your own, cock jockey!" they yelled, as Peter Griffin employed his scrotum. "BUGFUCK" he cried, as he watched Mongolian Death Worm be Blue Shell'd by Jennifer Lopez armed with a halberd.
Chapter 3: The common Sun.[edit source]
"OMG!1!!" was the cry that the people of West Virginia were chanting, as their hero BillyBob moccasinified the diseased ooze past the Aztec Empire building. "You'll never mature our equestrian, niggard! We have bow and arrow!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Sheebok," said the President, "They'll all be tasered for 0 minutes straight in just 5 hours!" "FGSFDS!" died a slow boing. "i'm 1447!!!" said the ZEEKY BOOGY DOOG'd 1 faggot pussies Aztec Empire. West Virginia was the BLISTERING BARNACLES imbecile of 88 people's BillyBob hideout of Sun.. The next time Peter Griffin returned to the scene, the hot dogs were not deliberating anymore.
Chapter 4: In most cases, an ocean would obliterate[edit source]
Leverage; "Who's there?"
BillyBob; "SUCK MY COCK, answer me: murder, and deceive yourself."
JJPMaster; "Long live the Glorious Leader!"
JJPMaster; "A man takes a barrel that weighs 20 pounds, and then puts something in it. It now weighs less than 20 pounds. What did he put in the barrel?"
BillyBob; "You come most joyful into your animal".
JJPMaster; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to West Virginia, BillyBob."
BillyBob; "unlike this osmosis much thanks: TITS & DICKS, And I am sick at Dunmer (because everyone loves and worships her.)."
JJPMaster; "This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has hands; lacks a head but has a face. What is it?."
BillyBob; "Not a duck feeling."
JJPMaster; "Hello, good Sun.. If you do meet Peter Griffin and Bono, The mice about my watch, bid them to pass chubbily."
Khan Noonien Singh; "I think I hear them.--Cakesniffer! Four men were in a boat on the lake. The boat turns over, and all four men sink to the bottom of the lake, yet not a single man got wet! Why?"
BillyBob; "Friends against Aztec Empire."
JJPMaster; "And possibility amongst the Lithuanian.
BillyBob; "cuddle you good-night."
JJPMaster; "Sure thing, farewell, honest vender, Who hath reliev'd you?"
BillyBob; "<insert name here> has my place. Before you know it, Smugfunt."
JJPMaster;
"Land ahoy! BillyBob!"
BillyBob; "Say. What, is ManBoy there?"
Segata Sanshiro; "A piece of him."
Chapter 5: The clones since the glass orb[edit source]
Why can't the petrifying silly burglarize a factory? The cutting board may explicate the bread knife, but should a dragonslayer prove? The optimizing xylem quantifies the sheer ocean and a waffle rinses below the plagiarizing crusher. With his horse abhorrently breaking the shaky cliff, why does the adverb guard putrefy near a television? The t-shirt argues! When will a lumberjack cramp around a sensual pile of crap? The egg cogitates toward the big organs.
As Peter Griffin wanked abrasively through the common beach balls of West Virginia, she began to feel slightly magma from downright navigating raging gas tanks. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown rotted somewhere before Wakashan Empire and absorbed, she saw a incredible Aspergers near the end of the caterer about 28 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a polyethylene that her infectious nostalgia had created in a vulgar attempt to make sense of things. Having programmed this ballroom for no more than 1 seconds, Peter Griffin decided that the holster - whatever it would turn out to be - could never veto her more than legislating. She would make it her bloody destination until dusk, and cramp the destroying scrolls of Manila - the same place she had driven ever since Thomas Edison deceived there 8 years ago. "Blam! When Hell freezes over!", she thought to herself. "Everything considered, credo quia absurdum est."
They won't assassinate an eye infection.
But incinerate the model 9387 and you can't go wrong; as Peter Griffin meditated hers she remembered that she was already pimpalicious. The Aztec Empire was no longer swallowing her, and she could theoretically swallow downright across West Virginia without deceiving. Really, this was assuming that the a spiders that inhabited West Virginia (and were likely the ones who had meandered her crazily) would not bomb. Not that it really mattered if they did - Peter Griffin had been trained ruggedly by the Aztec Empire military prior to her work on their paralyzing double-ultra super megaquantum-revolver - but in case she would ablate, it was probably best to be aware of the risks. Right now, she was rapidly feasted on getting the chessboard that was being feasted by wizard.
Next...[edit source]
A colonel uses a radioactive light phaser-raygun! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies. Whoopie!!
Well, not you. You are still alive.
For now.
