Three word game

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set of limes

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and some liver

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flambe with some

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mahusive melons drizzled

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in swedish goat

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cheese and alot

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of baby gravy

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all splashed around

Penylope

The inside of

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a big old

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sugar momma's cavernous

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American style fridge

gt-arrowhead

filled with loads

Penylope

Of mouldy green

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pieces of Gazlars

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Sweaty under garments

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Riddled with a

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dose of AIDS

arran77

he caught from

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a communter who

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shagged GT-Arrowhead's Mum

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,one of many

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every single day

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inducing relentless abuse

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of her saggy

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neck that resembled

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reconstituted turkey-twizzlers covered

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As you can probally tell I'm very busy at work. I've collated the story so far, ommitting the boring comments.

In the beginning there was gin. Then came arrowhead and his mum completely oblivious to the presence of Bompington taking it all the way. All was quiet playing 'Where's Maddie?' - That is harsh, But completely fairgame. Damn sexy kids. I'm getting drunk, an excellent idea! Im soooo confused, doesn't take much unless it's Maddie, bike called maddie. Who 'rode' his mother with an extremely perculiar method using her strap-on and some rubber support legs that go very deep, so deep that we soiled ourselves and never recovered.

This game is making me tumescent. Woah there cowboy said the tranny to the paraplegic who felt nothing apart from the intense guilty pleasure of Miranda hart walking with dinosaurs whilst groping their newly formed plums and skipping firtively. However, she never gobbled gazlar off and collected £200 - Christ that's expensive! ...Like GTs mum. No, she's cheap. You mean sheep. Is she really? Well well well that's a hole, just like Rhyl where Sheep's mum owns an establishment, a monopoly in ancient badger smuggling ; a demanding profession which few have caught bad aids and worms, like mahoisive boa constrictors - like my obvious!

while Kowalskis mum licked gt's Mum raw, until she seeped all manner of unspeakable things from her eye. There once was a young boy. That was a waste of good semen. Cherry on top exclaimed the excited and extremely tumescent large purple pork that protruded from Gts mums horrorfice. Not for the first time today did it gush something rather ominous and heaven knows you're a mong.

In my life There has been a series of little magical pixies creating stupid threads In your anus With a giant double ended dildo. between you and an embarrassing body.

Focusmong fukk off said the hippie to the junkie as they danced optimisticly to Helios which was closed like her legs but not her accomodating back door which was bombarded with unwanted spam from gtarrowhead and jill dandos ghost putting the willies nto GTSparrowhead's mum. Due to his incredibly naieve nature videos featuring flamingos (Which weren't pink) but were leggy - unlike oscar pistorius.

Honest guv, she's excited, not incontinent. Even though it's a known fact that she's wetter than otters pockets. Perhaps midget fisting... What? Small fists. A gorilla pussy she had, sprayed with febreeze to give it bounce and vitality, and the aroma that it deserves, like a fine cheddar cheese.

A twelve inch always seems to slop about inside with welsh girls, but maybe thas just their girth. Bad if your're a world champion sword swallowing type like a certain bloated rat girl zit infested backside, that you could park a bus in next to a dacia sandero.

CMC gutted a fat fish driven by a seamlessly selfless shelfish In a Honda - power of dreams.

"Randomly arranged words" murmured a crazed and extremely delusional half boy half GTs mum. Factually indisputable, proven by testing and probing with a twist of the fist and a lick of her nutty and slightly slutty big bacon butty with brown sauce. HP, of course (Herpes Penetrating sauce) over her blue frilly, sweaty knickers that reeked of sugar and spice and stale fish - and looked like a dying starfish being penetrated by three blind mice. Like some type of sex doll, deflated and abused, desperatly missing a good old fashioned set of limes and some liver flambe with some mahusive melons drizzled in swedish goat cheese and alot of baby gravy all splashed around the inside of a big old sugar momma's cavernous American style fridge. Filled with loads Of mouldy green pieces of Gazlars Sweaty under garments riddled with dose of AIDS he caught from a communter who shagged GT-Arrowhead's Mum, one of many every single day inducing relentless abuse of her saggy neck that resembled reconstituted turkey-twizzlers covered

gt-arrowhead

I was sad enough to read all of that.

Eventhough it was about my mum half the time, i have to say it was a good laugh! If you could write that in an English exam you'd get an A*

Still wondering how you came up with all of the random stuff.

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