eschewing clothing entirely. Of course,
this led to numerous cases
besides upper and lower to
mid-section, of vastly under-endowed people
running around in birthday suits.
The invading zombies were routed
goats. Storm clouds filled the
pleasant Pleistocene afternoon, as wind
top record speeds of 275 mph
A bumblebee stopped the wind
through telepathy. They all flapped
once and were blown away.
The hive queen later recalled
, "Those swimsuits really aren't flattering."
In fact, they were extremely
obtuse, "curvy" one might say.
office furniture was a bit
moldy and somewhat tattered. In
the city, where the forest
has turned to stone. Legend
has it that this happened
six hundred and sixty six
leagues further west. Here, however,
folks often love that legend
about the albino alligator that
pair of dragon wings sprouting
from his gland. The flopping
flaccid floosie known by some
as Florence the Flatulent had
eaten refried beans yet again
after having drank seven kegs
of Fartweiser beer. Her cheeks
which were very large for
her chipmonk-y way of storing
cans of Fatweiser Light and
beer pretzels in her secret
refrigerated food pouch. Over by
her dentures, in an eldritch
ancient eldritch beings who would
only work at midnight during
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