spam. She fled the set like a bat out of hell, almost killing
a chain of ducklings crossing her path. The mother duck became quite irate,
and detonated her c4 suicide bomb, taking everything within 20 feet to duck
duck hell!. Feathers and beak pieces covered the windshield. When the cops arrived
the bystanders were still picking duck out of the hair. The local Chinese
Checkers champion, Chucky Chalmers, chucked his Chinese Checkers game in the checkered cab
He took the cab from New York to Altantic city. He was late
with his period and a little worried who the father was. It could
be Pat Sajak. After all, there was that wonderful night they spent together
in Bakersfield California, back when they were young and in love. Or so
the naive little 6 fingered Asian boy with a ridiculous western name believed.
"Speaking of six fingers," said Vanna White, "let me tell you about this
time Pat and I found ourselves surrounded by a group of rather large
Skiurids, which are evil squirrels that trap your soul in nuts which they
then feed to kobolds, since kobolds can't feed themselves due to a lack
of proper dieting and nutrition, which tends to leave them lactose intolerant and
with delusions of grandeur, competence, and humor. This doesn't mean, however, that everything
went as planned, because they were after all, stuck out in the middle
of Loch Ness in a rubber dingy waiting excitedly with a digital camera.
"Nessie" as the creature had come to be known, was not very pleased
with everyone coming by to snap photographs of him whenever he was taking
a relaxing swim, so he hired a lawyer with the odd name of
'Associate' to issue a cease and desist order to the offending parties, which
made no sense. While he waited, Nessie decided to have some fun with
a bunch of scuba diving kobolds. She ate one, then picked another one
and threw it at the very annoying warwoof. Fatally wounded, the warwoof wept.
Then he realized that Warwoofs are not vulnerable to cowardly kobolds. In fact,
wet and wild warwoofs will regenerate once the water is wrung from their
eyeballs. Kobolds, on the other hand, are just too cowardly to try and
never seem to regenerate at all. In fact, when their eyeballs are wrung
they start to speak gibberish laden sentences that make no sense at all.
It was Friday the 13th. Thirteen kobolds and a really hot chick from
the Duchy of Urnst decided to put together a travelling show that would
put the Kama Sutra to shame. Tickets sold out almost immediately, but scalpers
managed to duplicate them using a little know variant of ancient rune magic.
All this to provide material information of Princes' scheme to corrupt a young
virgin on the eve of her wedding to Princes' arch nemesis, the villain
formerly known as "Some Evil Guy". This vile archfiend now bent all his
coat hangers into obscure wire art. The young girl, he plotted, was his
prize in the mental game of cat and mouse that had been ensuing
between himself and a legal team. But, with this wedding he would finally
have outsmarted that no good Prince and his evil songs once and for
all. "This is the time when we dance," he said in German. Everyone
started dancing on the ceiling when Lionel Richie walked in the room, but
they got so worn out from saying Hello, All Night Long. Bed looked
like a good idea, but first they had to pay homage to that
Great Green God of the Dance! He accepted their tribute graciously, inviting them
to Tango, and then Mambo, and then Waltz. In time, they all felt
like they had accomplished all they could use the medium of dance, so
they retired to a corner table, ordered a bottle of wine, and began
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