Disneyland opened way early because television hadn't kept the proper amount of fish that were alive in my mom's closet. The castle looked pretty soggy, as Michael Eisner zipped sleeping with his laser eye cascading liquid nitrogen early yesterday morning.
Meanwhile, Grizz decided to protest stupidity by wearing a skimpy thong, which Vince promptly lit with his flaming Missile Torch. After learning algebraic kung-fu formulas, mkt jumped into a banana flavoured dress, which began bulging with money ImaginEAR which hung comfortably like some sort of diseased CEOs bonus.
Coincidentally, sixteen nymphomaniacs had smelled opportunity in smearing jello(/jelly) on Tigsmom's pet Snuffleupagus. This repulsive thing shook anything hanging out counterclockwise (or anticlockwise if you prefer) at The Many Adventures of Winnie The Pooh® aberration last week. Corrus sang French disco whilst gyrating on Mission Space because vomit was spewing around town.
While KevinPage sniffed General Grizz, Goofy and Daisy were enjoying their daily naughty magazines which were stolen from RobFL() who previously burned faeces and enjoyed instigating Norwegian girls into doing handstands in their Scandinavian-style Nikes, meanwhile, SirNim stimulated the body by burping Eisner behind MKT's radical pubic restrooms. Conflagrations started with matches that once exploded into bunnies, which bob gave his neighbour along with KevinPage's vibrating FastPass. This horrified guests who ran like headless morons straight into Disney's California Adventure spat while Figzilla ate the Sun Wheel, digesting All Star Limo and breathing fire and marmalade.
Having bungled the Eisner repositioning when board-members were drinking blood, Mr.Jobs abused iPod and persisted in sulking HOT POTATOES with pieces of COP scripts. Meanwhile, Corrus attacked unsuspecting Roy Disney during the SaveDisney praising of self-proclaimed "Land marking" man-eating, instigator gregory ate a churro-filled turkey legs. FamilyMan however, bought a bag (filled with $5 worth of imagination without Dreamfinder shaped like FIGZILLA.) SIR90210, puzzled at why silicone implants blurred his
Meanwhile, Grizz decided to protest stupidity by wearing a skimpy thong, which Vince promptly lit with his flaming Missile Torch. After learning algebraic kung-fu formulas, mkt jumped into a banana flavoured dress, which began bulging with money ImaginEAR which hung comfortably like some sort of diseased CEOs bonus.
Coincidentally, sixteen nymphomaniacs had smelled opportunity in smearing jello(/jelly) on Tigsmom's pet Snuffleupagus. This repulsive thing shook anything hanging out counterclockwise (or anticlockwise if you prefer) at The Many Adventures of Winnie The Pooh® aberration last week. Corrus sang French disco whilst gyrating on Mission Space because vomit was spewing around town.
While KevinPage sniffed General Grizz, Goofy and Daisy were enjoying their daily naughty magazines which were stolen from RobFL() who previously burned faeces and enjoyed instigating Norwegian girls into doing handstands in their Scandinavian-style Nikes, meanwhile, SirNim stimulated the body by burping Eisner behind MKT's radical pubic restrooms. Conflagrations started with matches that once exploded into bunnies, which bob gave his neighbour along with KevinPage's vibrating FastPass. This horrified guests who ran like headless morons straight into Disney's California Adventure spat while Figzilla ate the Sun Wheel, digesting All Star Limo and breathing fire and marmalade.
Having bungled the Eisner repositioning when board-members were drinking blood, Mr.Jobs abused iPod and persisted in sulking HOT POTATOES with pieces of COP scripts. Meanwhile, Corrus attacked unsuspecting Roy Disney during the SaveDisney praising of self-proclaimed "Land marking" man-eating, instigator gregory ate a churro-filled turkey legs. FamilyMan however, bought a bag (filled with $5 worth of imagination without Dreamfinder shaped like FIGZILLA.) SIR90210, puzzled at why silicone implants blurred his
