Random story War that I won

Chelsea Rossin- just yet, i ate a small racoon whom wasn't in love at all with anyone- to determined to change the world
Caleb Adams - I have one Juggernaut in my left pocket. Take it. Even though the gauntlet is worn by the helicopter goddess of shiite muslim territorial base Ngunwasretunas, I must still shake the carpet of biased individuals free of the dust of antiquitous bastard children.
Chelsea Rossin - but, my small mongoose ate your small fluffy antiquated mother !$$%$##%&&*(()%^#$%%^%&^,,,,, and when the momentous occasion arose, the small catterpillar located on the tree outside your window left a suprise for the dat wishing to ruin his day will lochness monster
Chelsea Rossin - spankyracafluonic flu that is
Caleb Adams - one more and i have to go
Caleb Adams - Banking on the fact that drainage systems are to the benefit of Barney's crack addiction, Mother Theresa lit up again. Anyways, triangle? Malnutrition. Potipher's wife was a transvestite? I already took the grabage out so that wont be necessary. Ghoul and ghost soup. I had 3 servings. Xexorx it to me then ill be fundamentally sound. The large impaired brother of quasimodo has 98 shekels with which he will purchase an old rusty weed-eater from a 90 year old Sage. Says the little man to the bavarian boy , " Do you eat the mothballs that I eat?" (in the same melody as Do you see what I see Christmas Song) - And at any rate the bill went to Geraldo's Dormitory- he was not happy but the duck of Justice chopped his face off.

Desperado

come to the place where the women instinctively flock like the salmon of capistrano.....whispered the sagacious duck, known for his wisdom and knowledge. Fugitive magazines grew legs. With these legs they carry the message of destruction, passed down through the generations. Each patriarch, related to quasimodo from Hunchback of Notre Dame, faked their own death. They achieved this by clicking a computer mouse 345 times , and falling on the ground - feigning a stroke. DANG IT im late to my F.H.U.W.C.P.E.Z.A.S.D.T. ( Featherdusting helicopter undermining wrestling corporation for police evading zealot abetting stationary debt transporters) meeting!

Align

The beer vender made his way over to the edge of the stadium and muttered, " my heart and soul mourn; my thirst to better know the tarantula alliance can not be quenched. I will be left to wither in the aridity of heartbreak." Many chortles came from the crowd - but not from the ridiculous beer vender. The chortles began due to the giant half chicken half squirrel flapping its wings, flying through the stadium exclaiming, " FINE! Tell the wizard he can create the peanut butter keys himself, and that I will not help him vacuum the dungeons anymore!" My godfather had his mustache trimmed? Get out of town.

The imperative sanction to dispose of the binoculars

It cannot. Simple may be the vernacular of Guanine's cousin, cytosine, but the congressional juggernaut Bill Paxton still disagrees quite vehemently. NASA. Pendulum? Foresee the coming halifax vestibule... THEN talk to me. THEN. Bask in the light of jubilance! I made 45 Xerox copies already, Uncle Seth. Stop pestering me for my honeycomb! Anyways, as I made my way through chapter 6, the most dangerous part of Chicago's downtown area, I screeched 103 times, to only incoherently screech one last time. I then was enveloped by a massive Molasses bubble. To escape from this bubble I pulled out my Ocarina and played Zelda's Lullaby. I was safe - no more wolverines were playing poker and laughing at my left nostril's overgrowth of hair. Pillowcases! Unite , for the time in which Dog hair is non-threatening to Ape lungs is soon over! Please insert 25 cents to continue.

the monkey on the porch

...and of course this monkey had no fur. It had no fur, whatsoever. On its way to ACE hardware store, it remembered the phrase, "A good father always writes letters to Nickelodeon studios". This preceded him fogging up the windows of his Hummer from his gasps and grunts of anger and hatred for green post-it notes. "He comido! Le dijo. Quiero comida...no mas! " The funny thing was, this was not a Hispanic monkey. He simply lapsed into what we at the San Diego zoo call " Nullified garbage truck destroyer syndrome" . Common. In conclusion, the monkey's aunt found her purse, and her landlord was aptly recompensed for the misfortune.