The bacon was

undercooked and greasy,

just the way

that Bertha's mother

cooked it. She

would first take

the cold bacon

and throw it

into the cast

-or sugar and mix

in one cup

of penguin fur,

mixed with cabbage

, broccoli, vegemite, and

a drop of

cod liver oil.

Now, this mixture

would serve as

a lover's potion

that would create

a feeling of

disregard for apples.

So instead of

swallowing this potion,

He threw it

over his left

shoulder which smacked

the gnome on

his big toe

with both ears

turned inwards toward

themselves, he looked

past the place

where she stood

around the behind

area of the

right lefthand thingummy

. Bertha's mother thought

Eric should have

done away with

the gnome underware

long already, but

he couldn't bring

himself to forget

the past. He

wept bitter tears

From morning to

the time when

Eric shouted at

Bertha's mother to

stop the car

so he could

adjust his zambingonias

which had become

stuck in his

trousers zipper, and

caused great damage.

Screaming in agony,

he hopped from

toadstool to toadstool

catching flies. He

pulled on his

The story so far..........

He couldn't bring himself to forget the past. He wept bitter tears From morning to the time when Eric shouted at Bertha's mother to

stop the car so he could adjust his zambingonias which had become stuck in his trousers zipper, and caused great damage. Screaming in agony,

he hopped from toadstool to toadstool catching flies. He pulled on his

Jet propeller and

and fly off

to the nearest

bathroom to get

help. He missed

by a million

thingies, but managed

get his thingie (sorry couldnt' resist...after the zipper statement) :eek:

in a position

that helped him

to play chess.

In my pants

It was his

mother-in-law's

Long Lost teeth

which were now

in my pants

making me wish

that I had

never gone there.

Anyway crazy~feet said

"Accio Gaara!". Suddenly

:eyebrow:

Gaara sprang to

her side and

Stop this sketch! Stop, I say! This depraved and degrading spectacle is going to stop right now!! -- Bluenose from Monty Python


Do I have to add to this? I feel kinda woozy at that idea of Gaara springing anywhere near me ya know?


OK OK!


opened his gourd :p

of soap powder



Do I have to add to this? I feel kinda woozy at that idea of Gaara springing anywhere near me ya know?
LMAO :D:D

http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/kzrainbow/pray2.gif Ohhh Gaara, please forgive me! They MADE me do it! Soap powder...May all the past Kazekage come to my aid!


Soap powder...sheesh...didn't Jesus weep over lesser insults? Was it too hard to spell "sand"?









...and asked me












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To stop drooling

on his sandals.

Gaara then grabbed



Soap powder...sheesh...didn't Jesus weep over lesser insults? Was it too hard to spell "sand"?
LMAO!

Garra... http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/kzrainbow/icon_banghead.gif


The name "Gaara" is made up of three Kanji, "Ga" (meaning I or me), "A" (more commonly "Ai" meaning love), and "Ra" (used here to mean a demon/enemy of the gods). Added together, they can mean "I only love myself. I'm a demon." This was the intention of his mother, who named him this in the hopes that he would turn against the village who caused her death and thus avenge her.

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GAARA then grabbed...

Mijahe's throat, choking

his salami sandwhich

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GAARA then grabbed...

Mijahe's throat, choking
Ooops! C~F's off her meds! Run away, run away!

to tiny pieces.

Gaara then took

a fistful of

daisies and shoved

them in Mijahe's

long curly locks

then performed jutsu

on a helpless

Mijahe, who really

really had asked

to be throttled

for mispelling Gaara's

name back-thread.


:D

:eyebrow: I say we

hogtie Mijahe and :D

throw him in (wait till he sees this hehe)

(I know right?) :D

a pool of

Ullo, ullo, ullo wot's going on 'ere then? I take a nap, and all this happens?! :eyebrow::)

coopers beer, so

he would learn :p

how fabulous he

knew Gaara was. :p

It was nice

to finally have

something to drink

despite the SAND :p

great big alligators

had played in.

He jumped out

in his underwear

and immediately screamed

as a kunai

(quick wiki on kunai)


landed in his

wet, exposed navel. :)

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"Ew", he said.

while munching donuts

laced with avocado

and sesame seed

It tasted like

green plastic grapes

with a strange

stink on the

moldy bottom edges

So he threw

up in his

Happy Meal and

ate it again.

As disgusting as

that sounds, it's

even more disgusting

that it's MacDonalds.

A better option

would be to

find the nearest

dunny that held

seven kinds of

onions, celery, and

boiled corned beef.

My grandma liked

her knickers better

than anyone else's.

She wore them

round her neck

to protect her

from Tom Cruise.

I will never

find a way

of availing myself

to Cruise's wiles

unless I reach

deep within myself

to extract wisdom

from an area

unbeknownst to anyone

or the King.

the gateway collapsed

barely missing the

giant big toed

hairy sloth that

could not quite (I was thinking sloth too!)

understand what was

the price of

a kings ransom.

Grandma and sloth

were equally hairy

and equally toed

and neither grimaced

as they set

their mind to

chewing their way

out of the

mess they were

in. Their teeth

or dentures, respectively,

were old and

made of rusty

bronzed dipped cheesecloth

which crumbled as

they gnawed off

the rest of

their disgusting green

snot crusts. Why

it tasted quite

greeny crusted snuts-like

was anybodys guess.

In fact, the

only way out

was to go

over, under and through

the portal leading

To the mystical

land of Bleen.

next to Grue

the local carpenter,

social drinker, who

didn't really drink

green salty slime

but preferred free

parking to walking

on his hands

to spring towards

his preferred destination

,Spain, if only

it were easy

to grab onto

that bullfighter's pants.

In any event,

do not flap

florescent purple towels

Alllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll Nightttttttttttttttttttttttttt Longgggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Unless, of course

your desire leans

somewhere left of

snapple and soda

with a side

of heavy eyeliner,

up the nose.

It might attract

safty toe gear

and a couple

of hefty gnomes

looking and digging

for dirty underwear

stuck between their

secret doorway leading

to the flee

market that went

on in Chinatown.

every other tuesday

. The stuff you

snort during swimming

lessons that make

flamingoes sob and

stub their toes

against the gleaming

mirrors glued down

in layers of

tar and feathers

plucked from birds

found only in

marshes west of