we

die

having

forgotten

our

What

(Damn, Someone beat me. Ok, ignore mine)

purpose

in

centrafugal

(sorry... it's "centrifugal"...)

-induced

camel-

hair

coats

BUT

if

Susan

performs

medieval

Graham

scripts

discombobulate

lawsuit

yoakums

except

during

moments

of

hypertension

and

disconsolation

coupled

with

jarring

noise

,

I

consider

phyrric

sherbert

enemas

or

turgid

globular

Devonshire

minge.

idents

must

extend

warranties

of

The Grumbleweeds

magnesium

jumpsuits

however

tight

fitting

sharks

skin

ought

to

be.


(Oh great, I get the two duff words at the end.)

impenetrable

bicycles

wheelies

and

semolina

pudding

taste

very

toxic;

but

I

vomit

pea-soup

green

incorrigible

jets

onto

(see? another sodding duff word)

broken

patio

furniture.

Lately,

under

pants

foetid

dingo's

manure

Decapitate

Daisy Donovan

noisily

whilst

erect

and

expelling

reproductive fluid

over

infected

Davina McCall

girl groupies

fantasising about

'Nasty Nick'

Porridge

substitute

over

turgid

film prints

with

naked

wrinkled

toes

fossilized

within

seventeen

stone

Robbie Williams

mess
(isn't it about time we had a full stop?)

.

Conservationists

wobble

precariously

around

cigarettes

whilst

imbibing

liquidized

Billie

Piper's

Brain pan

- delicious -

noodles

stink

of



(well that took a lot of thinking about...)

Mum's

from 9 till 5 i have to spend my time at work, my job is very boring i'm an office clerk

very

rotund

buttocks

become

sexier

during

During

during

oh during

Someone answer that phone.

"Hello?

Is

anybody

there?"

"No

EV1L GA5

has

just

evacuated

its arsehole

(sorry, don't know whether its a boy or girl)

over

subbes' tits by any chance?

*punch*

*pretends it hurt*

Well, you're so good at pretending. some days you could even pass yourself off as human, i bet.

well that was hilarious

I know.

Don't

amazingly enough i was being sarcastic

Sarcasm

is

the

dont!

i've always said saying "sarcasm is the lowest form of wit" is thelowest form of wit

>amazingly enough i was being sarcastic

No you were'nt. you love me.

amazingly enough i actually don't

Cobblers

>amazingly enough i actually don't

Yes you do. That's why you can't leave me alone. You're like a little 8-year-old pulling a girl's pigtails because he fancies her. You luuuuurve me. Ner.

lol

you believe that if you must.

Yes. i shall, because it's true.

Either you lvoe me or youre insanely f*cked-up and must fling abuse to feel worthwhile. Which rationalisation makes you feel better?

Back to the sentence!!!

Nele Morrissey

idents

belong

Perhaps we die having forgotten our purpose in centrifugal-induced camel-hair coats, BUT if Susan performs medieval Graham scripts discombobulate lawsuit yoakums except during moments of hypertension and disconsolation coupled with jarring noise, I consider phyrric sherbert enemas or turgid globular Devonshire minge. idents must extend warranties of The Grumbleweeds magnesium jumpsuits however tight fitting sharks
skin ought to be. impenetrable bicycles wheelies and semolina pudding taste very
toxic; but I vomit pea-soup green incorrigible jets onto broken patio furniture. Lately, under pants foetid dingo's manure decapitate Daisy Donovan
noisily whilst erect and expelling reproductive fluid over infected
Davina McCall girl groupies fantasising about 'Nasty Nick' Porridge substitute
over turgid film prints with naked wrinkled
toes fossilized within seventeen stone Robbie Williams mess.
Conservationists wobble precariously around
cigarettes whilst imbibing liquidized Billie
Piper's Brain pan - delicious - noodles stink of Mum's very rotund buttocks become sexier during ...During during oh during -someone answer that phone.
"Hello? Is anybody there?" "No EV1L GA5 has just evacuated its arsehole over ..."
Sarcasm is the Cobblers.

Nele Morrissey idents...

with

Lots

of

fat

mouldy

excrement

choking


(I am literally choking. Subbes' recap made me inhale my lunch)

nostrils

may

flare

guns

for

["may flare-guns for"? Are you insane?]

toddlers

who are welcome... mmm... billie piper gynaespasm welcome... in jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam...

...and marmelade.

with a dash of golden syrup

on toast.

FULL STOP.

Horned Tapirs like

a bodiless horse who very much resembled...

Anna Nicole Smith's

Who is this Anna Nicole Smith cove I'd heard so much of?

grave digger.

married (very rich) 92 year old american oil baron "for love". divorced him. got 500 million dollars.

now sueing brother of siad oil baron to claim half of 2.5 billion dollar fortune since he died.

can't remember his name. she still maintains that she married for love.

anyway, the follow word is:

potato

-headed

effigy of

square-ended

arsebastards

polluting

Chigley

bypass

full stop.

Liza Tarbuck

has

huge

spraying

donkeys

underneath

multitudes

of

banana

flavoured

bust

(Liza Tarbuck's multitudes of banana flavoured bust?)

lusted over by Suiii and TJ

because

TJ

and Suiii