covered in Trandoshan chocolate, with Corellian cashews and Rodian marzipan glaze
Creme tangerine and Montélimar
A ginger sling with a pineapple heart
garnished with roasted pine nuts, dried rat smegma and tobacco leaves
all of which are delicacies to the Nausicaans, whose tastebuds are
can detect the faintess of flavors. The dog doo-doo was
a special variety. Excreted by dogs with seeping, infected anal sacs.
It was collected under the light of a new moon and
aged in still tanks for sixty six years, it is then
used to make Pop Tarts. All flavors. The crusty meal is
so popular because of it mysterious flavoring, but what a good
way to get rid of those door-to-door salesmen and
pervert mailmen and whored up avon ladies. Tony Stark had big
plans to make an Iron Man disco suit to go to
the largest adult video expo in Las vegas Nevada. He packed
it with disco lights and a fold out mini bar. Tony
was a man with a mission. The revenge he craved had
*This game is ridiculous. It's not even funny. Aw, damn it...*
attracted Mr Shiny (that's what Tony called his penis), and now
he would beat Mr. Shiny like a butcher tenderize meat. "Take
that, you impudent little schmedrick!" he exclaimed as he beat the
his teeny tiny Tony thing between thirsty swigs of Jack Daniels.
A smooth ass player rolled in just then. Dressed to kill
with a peacock feather in his rhinestone cowboy hat, his cane
looked like a Kingpin hand-me-down and his belt buckle
with the state of Nevada done in mother-of-pearl, and
a white fedora with a pink ostrich feather, which he had
taken from Big Bird from over on Sesame Street, whom had
agreed to give it up for meth money. The Big Junkie
approach the two orc's roasting a live rabid racoon over a
George Foreman grill made from the skulls of Azer, their fiery
flames flicked fiendishly under the racoons fluffy flaming flur. Five fey
touched flinds flung flails, flailing for they found feisty ferrets finagling
five fist f@ed frenchmen for fourteen francs. For, from Finland, flourishing
fishmonger's, foolishly fought five f*#king fruity farmers from frightening fourteen folks
flensing floundering flounder flesh, fooling foibling fencers, foils flourished from flagging
fart fears. "Felching friends forever!" the five frog fencers said as
a group of zombie crack whores walked the strip selling themselves
to necro-johns, cruising in their pink hearses with fuzzy steering
wheels and snakeskin-walled tires. "Yo" Cheeto Whashington cried out to
nobody in particular, as he reached into his glove compartment, searching
for his .357 magnum or what he called his "problem solver".
Instead he found a warm bottle of pig milk, which he
poured over his Apple Jacks and decided to dig in, tasting
the garbagy smooth draught of pigmilk goodness. Blacktastic power coursed through
a throng of Black Panther vampire assassins from the greater Chicago
area Blackula Corps. Cheeto Washington wiped his katana clean with a
few leaves taken from a fallen eucalyptus tree, its rotting branches
caked in drop bear dung, and hung with the corpses of
of a multitude of desiccated kobolds, who had crossed paths with
Hilary Clinton, holding a handbag made from the skin of a
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