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.