in the world of broadcast dream interpreting.
If I only post six words?
Then I am allowed to post eight words.
say the heretics before their justified deaths
at the hands of Count von Count.
Meanwhile, the Baron von Baron had begun
his plan to rescue the hostages from
the stew pot of the ancient crones
who were all named after laundry detergents
And had a thriving sundry business in
Old Timey Town, where everyone talks like
Texans. The hostages were rescued when the
Baron von Baron bought a new car
Duke Duke's car emporium and pretzel shoppe.
The grateful hostages offered rewards based on
how much money they had (which was
cleverly concealed in the inner knickers lining)
. The greatest reward was given to the
world's most prolific serial killer for his
continuing efforts to make the world's strangest
wholesome and family friendly meat grinder emporium
which will be called "Giblet World." He
of course, was a traditionalist and strict
Orthodox Azathothian, which meant that he would
regularly dance nude, erotically twirling his member
while chanting these words with manic glee:
"Hoculus Poculus, I hate those dang Swedish electricians"
Which was actually a satanic message played
upside down and inside out inside of
a practical manual on gelding demon spawn
along with tips to organize your closets.
Obviously, this information was used
for good and not for evil, what
was most disturbing, however, was that the
number of words did not match expected
heart rate averages possessed by pancake ghosts
during their summer vacation. Meanwhile, several robust
vice presidents were living it up on
one of Saturn's moons. How they got
the soda to keep from getting flat
,going flat, was soda stream that adds
the souls of gazelles to the soda,
which is inhuman which is why it
was endorsed by the Chamber of Commerce.
A moon unit code named sloth was
sent by the US government to retrieve
the soda so that it would not
be the product of the future generation
accidently flew into the sun thus ending
all fusion and fission in the sun
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