Freemasons bombed Afghanistan with aspartame, while girls aloud violated thirty three thousand seperate flying members of africa's alien pedantic wood-sculpture conspirators.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum;
Freemasons bombed Afghanistan with aspartame, while girls aloud violated thirty three thousand seperate flying members of africa's alien pedantic wood-sculpture conspirators.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64
Freemasons bombed Afghanistan with aspartame, while girls aloud violated thirty three thousand seperate flying members of africa's alien pedantic wood-sculpture conspirators.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable
Freemasons bombed Afghanistan with aspartame, while girls aloud violated thirty three thousand seperate flying members of africa's alien pedantic wood-sculpture conspirators.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy
Freemasons bombed Afghanistan with aspartame, while girls aloud violated thirty three thousand seperate flying members of africa's alien pedantic wood-sculpture conspirators.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other.
Freemasons bombed Afghanistan with aspartame, while girls aloud violated thirty three thousand seperate flying members of africa's alien pedantic wood-sculpture conspirators.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of
Freemasons bombed Afghanistan with aspartame, while girls aloud violated thirty three thousand seperate flying members of africa's alien pedantic wood-sculpture conspirators.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel
Freemasons bombed Afghanistan with aspartame, while girls aloud violated thirty three thousand seperate flying members of africa's alien pedantic wood-sculpture conspirators.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with.
Freemasons bombed Afghanistan with aspartame, while girls aloud violated thirty three thousand seperate flying members of africa's alien pedantic wood-sculpture conspirators.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of
Freemasons bombed Afghanistan with aspartame, while girls aloud violated thirty three thousand seperate flying members of africa's alien pedantic wood-sculpture conspirators.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds
Freemasons bombed Afghanistan with aspartame, while girls aloud violated thirty three thousand seperate flying members of africa's alien pedantic wood-sculpture conspirators.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform
Freemasons bombed Afghanistan with aspartame, while girls aloud violated thirty three thousand seperate flying members of africa's alien pedantic wood-sculpture conspirators.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe.
Freemasons bombed Afghanistan with aspartame, while girls aloud violated thirty three thousand seperate flying members of africa's alien pedantic wood-sculpture conspirators.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while
Freemasons bombed Afghanistan with aspartame, while girls aloud violated thirty three thousand seperate flying members of africa's alien pedantic wood-sculpture conspirators.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs
Freemasons bombed Afghanistan with aspartame, while girls aloud violated thirty three thousand seperate flying members of africa's alien pedantic wood-sculpture conspirators.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs performed by Gary Glitter
Freemasons bombed Afghanistan with aspartame, while girls aloud violated thirty three thousand seperate flying members of africa's alien pedantic wood-sculpture conspirators.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs performed by Gary Glitter and a children's choir (who had no idea what was in store for them)
Freemasons bombed Afghanistan with aspartame, while girls aloud violated thirty three thousand seperate flying members of africa's alien pedantic wood-sculpture conspirators.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs performed by Gary Glitter and a children's choir (who had no idea what was in store for them).
Freemasons bombed Afghanistan with aspartame, while girls aloud violated thirty three thousand seperate flying members of africa's alien pedantic wood-sculpture conspirators.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs performed by Gary Glitter and a children's choir (who had no idea what was in store for them).
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Jesse Marcel finally admitted
Freemasons bombed Afghanistan with aspartame, while girls aloud violated thirty three thousand seperate flying members of africa's alien pedantic wood-sculpture conspirators.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs performed by Gary Glitter and a children's choir (who had no idea what was in store for them).
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Jesse Marcel finally admitted it was a weather balloon,
Freemasons bombed Afghanistan with aspartame, while girls aloud violated thirty three thousand seperate flying members of africa's alien pedantic wood-sculpture conspirators.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs performed by Gary Glitter and a children's choir (who had no idea what was in store for them).
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Jesse Marcel finally admitted it was a weather balloon, not a mini bus full of angry lesbians as previously thought. removing his trousers, he
Freemasons bombed Afghanistan with aspartame, while girls aloud violated thirty three thousand seperate flying members of africa's alien pedantic wood-sculpture conspirators.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs performed by Gary Glitter and a children's choir (who had no idea what was in store for them).
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Jesse Marcel finally admitted it was a weather balloon, not a mini bus full of angry lesbians as previously thought. removing his trousers, he performed a
Freemasons bombed Afghanistan with aspartame, while girls aloud violated thirty three thousand seperate flying members of africa's alien pedantic wood-sculpture conspirators.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs performed by Gary Glitter and a children's choir (who had no idea what was in store for them).
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Jesse Marcel finally admitted it was a weather balloon, not a mini bus full of angry lesbians as previously thought. removing his trousers, he performed a salute to the crew of the HMS Belfast with his mis-shaped
Freemasons bombed Afghanistan with aspartame, while girls aloud violated thirty three thousand seperate flying members of africa's alien pedantic wood-sculpture conspirators.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs performed by Gary Glitter and a children's choir (who had no idea what was in store for them).
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Jesse Marcel finally admitted it was a weather balloon, not a mini bus full of angry lesbians as previously thought. removing his trousers, he performed a salute to the crew of the HMS Belfast with his mis-shaped, disease riddled puss filled
Freemasons bombed Afghanistan with aspartame, while girls aloud violated thirty three thousand seperate flying members of africa's alien pedantic wood-sculpture conspirators.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs performed by Gary Glitter and a children's choir (who had no idea what was in store for them).
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Jesse Marcel finally admitted it was a weather balloon, not a mini bus full of angry lesbians as previously thought. removing his trousers, he performed a salute to the crew of the HMS Belfast with his mis-shaped, disease riddled puss filled ex-wife
Freemasons bombed Afghanistan with aspartame, while girls aloud violated thirty three thousand seperate flying members of africa's alien pedantic wood-sculpture conspirators.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs performed by Gary Glitter and a children's choir (who had no idea what was in store for them).
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Jesse Marcel finally admitted it was a weather balloon, not a mini bus full of angry lesbians as previously thought. removing his trousers, he performed a salute to the crew of the HMS Belfast with his mis-shaped, disease riddled puss filled ex-wife's leg, which fell off after she contracted Hanson's Disease
Freemasons bombed Afghanistan with aspartame, while girls aloud violated thirty three thousand seperate flying members of africa's alien pedantic wood-sculpture conspirators.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs performed by Gary Glitter and a children's choir (who had no idea what was in store for them).
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Jesse Marcel finally admitted it was a weather balloon, not a mini bus full of angry lesbians as previously thought. removing his trousers, he performed a salute to the crew of the HMS Belfast with his mis-shaped, disease riddled puss filled ex-wife's leg, which fell off after she contracted Hanson's Disease after drinking diet-coke.
Freemasons bombed Afghanistan with aspartame, while girls aloud violated thirty three thousand seperate flying members of africa's alien pedantic wood-sculpture conspirators.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs performed by Gary Glitter and a children's choir (who had no idea what was in store for them).
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Jesse Marcel finally admitted it was a weather balloon, not a mini bus full of angry lesbians as previously thought. removing his trousers, he performed a salute to the crew of the HMS Belfast with his mis-shaped, disease riddled puss filled ex-wife's leg, which fell off after she contracted Hanson's Disease after drinking diet-coke. Gamestage
Freemasons bombed Afghanistan with aspartame, while girls aloud violated thirty three thousand seperate flying members of africa's alien pedantic wood-sculpture conspirators.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs performed by Gary Glitter and a children's choir (who had no idea what was in store for them).
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Jesse Marcel finally admitted it was a weather balloon, not a mini bus full of angry lesbians as previously thought. removing his trousers, he performed a salute to the crew of the HMS Belfast with his mis-shaped, disease riddled puss filled ex-wife's leg, which fell off after she contracted Hanson's Disease after drinking diet-coke. Gamestage has announced that after the backlash from the Speccy community, it has decided to turn into a porn site to win back public support - a move that experts feel may just work considering how popular the world of sex is on WoS.
Freemasons bombed Afghanistan with aspartame, while girls aloud violated thirty three thousand seperate flying members of africa's alien pedantic wood-sculpture conspirators.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs performed by Gary Glitter and a children's choir (who had no idea what was in store for them).
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Jesse Marcel finally admitted it was a weather balloon, not a mini bus full of angry lesbians as previously thought. removing his trousers, he performed a salute to the crew of the HMS Belfast with his mis-shaped, disease riddled puss filled ex-wife's leg, which fell off after she contracted Hanson's Disease after drinking diet-coke. Gamestage has announced that after the backlash from the Speccy community, it has decided to turn into a porn site to win back public support - a move that experts feel may just work considering how popular the world of sex is on WoS.
Freemasons bombed Afghanistan with aspartame, while girls aloud violated thirty three thousand seperate flying members of africa's alien pedantic wood-sculpture conspirators.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs performed by Gary Glitter and a children's choir (who had no idea what was in store for them).
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Jesse Marcel finally admitted it was a weather balloon, not a mini bus full of angry lesbians as previously thought. removing his trousers, he performed a salute to the crew of the HMS Belfast with his mis-shaped, disease riddled puss filled ex-wife's leg, which fell off after she contracted Hanson's Disease after drinking diet-coke. Gamestage has announced that after the backlash from the Speccy community, it has decided to turn into a porn site to win back public support - a move that experts feel may just work considering how popular the world of sex is on WoS.
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Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum;
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs performed by Gary Glitter and a children's choir (who had no idea what was in store for them)
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs performed by Gary Glitter and a children's choir (who had no idea what was in store for them).
Meanwhile, back at the ranch,
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs performed by Gary Glitter and a children's choir (who had no idea what was in store for them).
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Jesse Marcel finally admitted
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs performed by Gary Glitter and a children's choir (who had no idea what was in store for them).
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Jesse Marcel finally admitted it was a weather balloon,
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs performed by Gary Glitter and a children's choir (who had no idea what was in store for them).
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Jesse Marcel finally admitted it was a weather balloon, not a mini bus full of angry lesbians as previously thought. removing his trousers, he
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs performed by Gary Glitter and a children's choir (who had no idea what was in store for them).
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Jesse Marcel finally admitted it was a weather balloon, not a mini bus full of angry lesbians as previously thought. removing his trousers, he performed a
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs performed by Gary Glitter and a children's choir (who had no idea what was in store for them).
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Jesse Marcel finally admitted it was a weather balloon, not a mini bus full of angry lesbians as previously thought. removing his trousers, he performed a salute to the crew of the HMS Belfast with his mis-shaped
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs performed by Gary Glitter and a children's choir (who had no idea what was in store for them).
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Jesse Marcel finally admitted it was a weather balloon, not a mini bus full of angry lesbians as previously thought. removing his trousers, he performed a salute to the crew of the HMS Belfast with his mis-shaped, disease riddled puss filled
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs performed by Gary Glitter and a children's choir (who had no idea what was in store for them).
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Jesse Marcel finally admitted it was a weather balloon, not a mini bus full of angry lesbians as previously thought. removing his trousers, he performed a salute to the crew of the HMS Belfast with his mis-shaped, disease riddled puss filled ex-wife
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs performed by Gary Glitter and a children's choir (who had no idea what was in store for them).
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Jesse Marcel finally admitted it was a weather balloon, not a mini bus full of angry lesbians as previously thought. removing his trousers, he performed a salute to the crew of the HMS Belfast with his mis-shaped, disease riddled puss filled ex-wife's leg, which fell off after she contracted Hanson's Disease
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs performed by Gary Glitter and a children's choir (who had no idea what was in store for them).
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Jesse Marcel finally admitted it was a weather balloon, not a mini bus full of angry lesbians as previously thought. removing his trousers, he performed a salute to the crew of the HMS Belfast with his mis-shaped, disease riddled puss filled ex-wife's leg, which fell off after she contracted Hanson's Disease after drinking diet-coke.
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs performed by Gary Glitter and a children's choir (who had no idea what was in store for them).
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Jesse Marcel finally admitted it was a weather balloon, not a mini bus full of angry lesbians as previously thought. removing his trousers, he performed a salute to the crew of the HMS Belfast with his mis-shaped, disease riddled puss filled ex-wife's leg, which fell off after she contracted Hanson's Disease after drinking diet-coke. Gamestage
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs performed by Gary Glitter and a children's choir (who had no idea what was in store for them).
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Jesse Marcel finally admitted it was a weather balloon, not a mini bus full of angry lesbians as previously thought. removing his trousers, he performed a salute to the crew of the HMS Belfast with his mis-shaped, disease riddled puss filled ex-wife's leg, which fell off after she contracted Hanson's Disease after drinking diet-coke. Gamestage has announced that after the backlash from the Speccy community, it has decided to turn into a porn site to win back public support - a move that experts feel may just work considering how popular the world of sex is on WoS.
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Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs performed by Gary Glitter and a children's choir (who had no idea what was in store for them).
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Jesse Marcel finally admitted it was a weather balloon, not a mini bus full of angry lesbians as previously thought. removing his trousers, he performed a salute to the crew of the HMS Belfast with his mis-shaped, disease riddled puss filled ex-wife's leg, which fell off after she contracted Hanson's Disease after drinking diet-coke. Gamestage has announced that after the backlash from the Speccy community, it has decided to turn into a porn site to win back public support - a move that experts feel may just work considering how popular the world of sex is on WoS.
John F Kennedy
Reuters interviewed a sentient Cornishman regarding the disappearance of paintings created by John Profumo depicting lizards engaging in pyramid bashing, which the CIA have denienced, shredding documents describing the truth about area 51 and The Da Vinci Code.
Meanwhile, The Pope and The Thule Society ate Toblerones and drank Lucozade. This proves that JFK was Elvis' Personal Scientologist and gimp-licking freak.
In Science news, Where-is-that-AY-chip invented the wheel but introduced a major design flaw, due to the use of spokes made of breadsticks and a square frame. Cornishdavy Technology Inc. Has bought the patent for 75p and refuses to [shave] share his wisdom, which was MIA up until last Thursday. The aforementioned wisdom was found whilst searching a Parisian carwreck caused by a pack of Rolos, on which Lord Lucan etched directions to the Nazi base in Antarctica.
Fortunately, Jesus Hernandez saw the whole thing and some other things too and decided that the twin towers and homosexuals were after him to steal his guide to fish prices and "how to murder your best mate with aspartme" instruction booklet.
At that moment, Nina Myers appeared with a pig under her arm with a face like the Dead Sea Scrolls (by JR Hartley). The pig started to sing in the style of Cerys Matthews whilst looking up and winking at Mel the Bell and Chaosmongers. Their luck was in, DEATH had brought enough Viagra for everyone. "Hooray" said Beanz, who obviously needed it as a gift for his buddy Mile.
Later that day, at Roswell, Gary Glitter (and friend) reached for the potato cannon and specimen jar. Tugging vigourously he freed the lid much in the same way as nelson mandella was freed from prison, while the TV set was showing an erotic zx spectrum demo featuring a goat and fogartylee doing Necros in a way that could only be described as hungrily. Gary Glitter moaned about taking it up the sh*tter, but enjoyed it, after all psj had been gentle and taken care of the inflamed sweetcorn he found under his helmet. After all hygene is amusing.
George Bush and the Alien consultant (known as Bob T. Builder), frantically performed the Quirkafleeg. Fatty Rollings got out his ZX Spectrum Book and attempted to insert it in Dubya's anus but couldn't because he was so full of shit and Bush's "lust liquid" which powered the multi-dimensional multi-coloured swap-shop which was run by a huge ever growing pulsating brain that rules from the centre of the Ultraworld.
Thankfully, up flashed a dancing Koala called Mysterious Internaut, and his bumchum; Takeashit 64, carrying his portable Super Speccy in one hand while riding Shergar with the other. Both calimed to be the children of Cornish and Mel which was plausible, considering all the genetic deformities they were afflicted with. Each owning an average of 7 cocks each and a number of sheds in which they would perform a nightly cabaret act with Marilyn Monroe's rotting corpse, while hiding messages in 911 songs performed by Gary Glitter and a children's choir (who had no idea what was in store for them).
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Jesse Marcel finally admitted it was a weather balloon, not a mini bus full of angry lesbians as previously thought. removing his trousers, he performed a salute to the crew of the HMS Belfast with his mis-shaped, disease riddled puss filled ex-wife's leg, which fell off after she contracted Hanson's Disease after drinking diet-coke. Gamestage has announced that after the backlash from the Speccy community, it has decided to turn into a porn site to win back public support - a move that experts feel may just work considering how popular the world of sex is on WoS.
John F Kennedy is dead.
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