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.
John F Kennedy is dead.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst
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.
John F Kennedy is dead.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability 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 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.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza
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.
John F Kennedy is dead.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican.
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.
John F Kennedy is dead.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican.
However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so
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.
John F Kennedy is dead.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican.
However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day.
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.
John F Kennedy is dead.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine
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.
John F Kennedy is dead.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged
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.
John F Kennedy is dead.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire
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.
John F Kennedy is dead.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash 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 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.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits
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.
John F Kennedy is dead.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber
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.
John F Kennedy is dead.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
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.
John F Kennedy is dead.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
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.
John F Kennedy is dead.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
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.
John F Kennedy is dead.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
Mel the Bell and Karingal quietly prepared the iron maiden, DEATH looked on, amused at the sharp spikes that would soon
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.
John F Kennedy is dead.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
Mel the Bell and Karingal quietly prepared the iron maiden, DEATH looked on, amused at the sharp spikes that would soon be responsible for the departure of another soul from its corporeal shell and into his personal collection.
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.
John F Kennedy is dead.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
Mel the Bell and Karingal quietly prepared the iron maiden, DEATH looked on, amused at the sharp spikes that would soon be responsible for the departure of another soul from its corporeal shell and into his personal collection, stored at the bottom of the Atlantic on the Titanic.
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.
John F Kennedy is dead.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
Mel the Bell and Karingal quietly prepared the iron maiden, DEATH looked on, amused at the sharp spikes that would soon be responsible for the departure of another soul from its corporeal shell and into his personal collection, stored at the bottom of the Atlantic on the Titanic. His thoughts flew back to childhood - What a marvelous game this would make. DEATH considered removing the name of one Mr Cauldwell in exchange for the game being written. Mr Cauldwell
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.
John F Kennedy is dead.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
Mel the Bell and Karingal quietly prepared the iron maiden, DEATH looked on, amused at the sharp spikes that would soon be responsible for the departure of another soul from its corporeal shell and into his personal collection, stored at the bottom of the Atlantic on the Titanic. His thoughts flew back to childhood - What a marvelous game this would make. DEATH considered removing the name of one Mr Cauldwell in exchange for the game being written. Mr Cauldwell turned around and punched
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.
John F Kennedy is dead.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
Mel the Bell and Karingal quietly prepared the iron maiden, DEATH looked on, amused at the sharp spikes that would soon be responsible for the departure of another soul from its corporeal shell and into his personal collection, stored at the bottom of the Atlantic on the Titanic. His thoughts flew back to childhood - What a marvelous game this would make. DEATH considered removing the name of one Mr Cauldwell in exchange for the game being written. Mr Cauldwell turned around and punched his timecard, signing out for the weekend
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.
John F Kennedy is dead.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
Mel the Bell and Karingal quietly prepared the iron maiden, DEATH looked on, amused at the sharp spikes that would soon be responsible for the departure of another soul from its corporeal shell and into his personal collection, stored at the bottom of the Atlantic on the Titanic. His thoughts flew back to childhood - What a marvelous game this would make. DEATH considered removing the name of one Mr Cauldwell in exchange for the game being written. Mr Cauldwell turned around and punched his timecard, signing out for the weekend-long session of blatant
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.
John F Kennedy is dead.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
Mel the Bell and Karingal quietly prepared the iron maiden, DEATH looked on, amused at the sharp spikes that would soon be responsible for the departure of another soul from its corporeal shell and into his personal collection, stored at the bottom of the Atlantic on the Titanic. His thoughts flew back to childhood - What a marvelous game this would make. DEATH considered removing the name of one Mr Cauldwell in exchange for the game being written. Mr Cauldwell turned around and punched his timecard, signing out for the weekend-long session of blatant boozing. "Bugger" hissed DEATH quietly under his breath.
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.
John F Kennedy is dead.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
Mel the Bell and Karingal quietly prepared the iron maiden, DEATH looked on, amused at the sharp spikes that would soon be responsible for the departure of another soul from its corporeal shell and into his personal collection, stored at the bottom of the Atlantic on the Titanic. His thoughts flew back to childhood - What a marvelous game this would make. DEATH considered removing the name of one Mr Cauldwell in exchange for the game being written. Mr Cauldwell turned around and punched his timecard, signing out for the weekend-long session of blatant boozing. "Bugger" hissed DEATH quietly under his breath.
He had realised that everything that had preceded this moment was an illusion; beamed directly into his brain by Government mind control rays from the alien base on Mars. He reached for his tin-foil hat to reveal the shocking truth:
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.
John F Kennedy is dead.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
Mel the Bell and Karingal quietly prepared the iron maiden, DEATH looked on, amused at the sharp spikes that would soon be responsible for the departure of another soul from its corporeal shell and into his personal collection, stored at the bottom of the Atlantic on the Titanic. His thoughts flew back to childhood - What a marvelous game this would make. DEATH considered removing the name of one Mr Cauldwell in exchange for the game being written. Mr Cauldwell turned around and punched his timecard, signing out for the weekend-long session of blatant boozing. "Bugger" hissed DEATH quietly under his breath.
He had realised that everything that had preceded this moment was an illusion; beamed directly into his brain by Government mind control rays from the alien base on Mars. He reached for his tin-foil hat to reveal the shocking truth: FOX is cancellling "The Simpsons"
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.
John F Kennedy is dead.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
Mel the Bell and Karingal quietly prepared the iron maiden, DEATH looked on, amused at the sharp spikes that would soon be responsible for the departure of another soul from its corporeal shell and into his personal collection, stored at the bottom of the Atlantic on the Titanic. His thoughts flew back to childhood - What a marvelous game this would make. DEATH considered removing the name of one Mr Cauldwell in exchange for the game being written. Mr Cauldwell turned around and punched his timecard, signing out for the weekend-long session of blatant boozing. "Bugger" hissed DEATH quietly under his breath.
He had realised that everything that had preceded this moment was an illusion; beamed directly into his brain by Government mind control rays from the alien base on Mars. He reached for his tin-foil hat to reveal the shocking truth: FOX is cancellling "The Simpsons" in favour of a spin-off series; "The Specchums", which
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.
John F Kennedy is dead.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
Mel the Bell and Karingal quietly prepared the iron maiden, DEATH looked on, amused at the sharp spikes that would soon be responsible for the departure of another soul from its corporeal shell and into his personal collection, stored at the bottom of the Atlantic on the Titanic. His thoughts flew back to childhood - What a marvelous game this would make. DEATH considered removing the name of one Mr Cauldwell in exchange for the game being written. Mr Cauldwell turned around and punched his timecard, signing out for the weekend-long session of blatant boozing. "Bugger" hissed DEATH quietly under his breath.
He had realised that everything that had preceded this moment was an illusion; beamed directly into his brain by Government mind control rays from the alien base on Mars. He reached for his tin-foil hat to reveal the shocking truth: FOX is cancellling "The Simpsons" in favour of a spin-off series; "The Specchums", which will feature 48 minutes of Philip Kendall insisting that everyone read the FAQ
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.
John F Kennedy is dead.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
Mel the Bell and Karingal quietly prepared the iron maiden, DEATH looked on, amused at the sharp spikes that would soon be responsible for the departure of another soul from its corporeal shell and into his personal collection, stored at the bottom of the Atlantic on the Titanic. His thoughts flew back to childhood - What a marvelous game this would make. DEATH considered removing the name of one Mr Cauldwell in exchange for the game being written. Mr Cauldwell turned around and punched his timecard, signing out for the weekend-long session of blatant boozing. "Bugger" hissed DEATH quietly under his breath.
He had realised that everything that had preceded this moment was an illusion; beamed directly into his brain by Government mind control rays from the alien base on Mars. He reached for his tin-foil hat to reveal the shocking truth: FOX is cancellling "The Simpsons" in favour of a spin-off series; "The Specchums", which will feature 48 minutes of Philip Kendall insisting that everyone read the FAQ, followed by 128 seconds of everybody insisting that Martijn install the :middlefinger: smiley so they can all tell Philip Kendall what they think of his FAQ.
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.
John F Kennedy is dead.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
Mel the Bell and Karingal quietly prepared the iron maiden, DEATH looked on, amused at the sharp spikes that would soon be responsible for the departure of another soul from its corporeal shell and into his personal collection, stored at the bottom of the Atlantic on the Titanic. His thoughts flew back to childhood - What a marvelous game this would make. DEATH considered removing the name of one Mr Cauldwell in exchange for the game being written. Mr Cauldwell turned around and punched his timecard, signing out for the weekend-long session of blatant boozing. "Bugger" hissed DEATH quietly under his breath.
He had realised that everything that had preceded this moment was an illusion; beamed directly into his brain by Government mind control rays from the alien base on Mars. He reached for his tin-foil hat to reveal the shocking truth: FOX is cancellling "The Simpsons" in favour of a spin-off series; "The Specchums", which will feature 48 minutes of Philip Kendall insisting that everyone read the FAQ, followed by 128 seconds of everybody insisting that Martijn install the :middlefinger: smiley so they can all tell Philip Kendall what they think of his FAQ.
Later, back in his lab, Alchresearch accidentally created T-Krap, the ultimate troll.
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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 is dead.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the
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.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst
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.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability 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 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.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza
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.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican.
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.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican.
However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so
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.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican.
However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day.
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.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine
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.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged
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.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire
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.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash 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 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.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits
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.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber
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.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
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.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
Mel the Bell and Karingal quietly
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.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
Mel the Bell and Karingal quietly prepared
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.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
Mel the Bell and Karingal quietly prepared the iron maiden, DEATH looked on, amused at the sharp spikes that would soon
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.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
Mel the Bell and Karingal quietly prepared the iron maiden, DEATH looked on, amused at the sharp spikes that would soon be responsible for the departure of another soul from its corporeal shell and into his personal collection.
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.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
Mel the Bell and Karingal quietly prepared the iron maiden, DEATH looked on, amused at the sharp spikes that would soon be responsible for the departure of another soul from its corporeal shell and into his personal collection, stored at the bottom of the Atlantic on the Titanic.
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.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
Mel the Bell and Karingal quietly prepared the iron maiden, DEATH looked on, amused at the sharp spikes that would soon be responsible for the departure of another soul from its corporeal shell and into his personal collection, stored at the bottom of the Atlantic on the Titanic. His thoughts flew back to childhood - What a marvelous game this would make. DEATH considered removing the name of one Mr Cauldwell in exchange for the game being written. Mr Cauldwell
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.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
Mel the Bell and Karingal quietly prepared the iron maiden, DEATH looked on, amused at the sharp spikes that would soon be responsible for the departure of another soul from its corporeal shell and into his personal collection, stored at the bottom of the Atlantic on the Titanic. His thoughts flew back to childhood - What a marvelous game this would make. DEATH considered removing the name of one Mr Cauldwell in exchange for the game being written. Mr Cauldwell turned around and punched
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.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
Mel the Bell and Karingal quietly prepared the iron maiden, DEATH looked on, amused at the sharp spikes that would soon be responsible for the departure of another soul from its corporeal shell and into his personal collection, stored at the bottom of the Atlantic on the Titanic. His thoughts flew back to childhood - What a marvelous game this would make. DEATH considered removing the name of one Mr Cauldwell in exchange for the game being written. Mr Cauldwell turned around and punched his timecard, signing out for the weekend
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.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
Mel the Bell and Karingal quietly prepared the iron maiden, DEATH looked on, amused at the sharp spikes that would soon be responsible for the departure of another soul from its corporeal shell and into his personal collection, stored at the bottom of the Atlantic on the Titanic. His thoughts flew back to childhood - What a marvelous game this would make. DEATH considered removing the name of one Mr Cauldwell in exchange for the game being written. Mr Cauldwell turned around and punched his timecard, signing out for the weekend-long session of blatant
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.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
Mel the Bell and Karingal quietly prepared the iron maiden, DEATH looked on, amused at the sharp spikes that would soon be responsible for the departure of another soul from its corporeal shell and into his personal collection, stored at the bottom of the Atlantic on the Titanic. His thoughts flew back to childhood - What a marvelous game this would make. DEATH considered removing the name of one Mr Cauldwell in exchange for the game being written. Mr Cauldwell turned around and punched his timecard, signing out for the weekend-long session of blatant boozing. "Bugger" hissed DEATH quietly under his breath.
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.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
Mel the Bell and Karingal quietly prepared the iron maiden, DEATH looked on, amused at the sharp spikes that would soon be responsible for the departure of another soul from its corporeal shell and into his personal collection, stored at the bottom of the Atlantic on the Titanic. His thoughts flew back to childhood - What a marvelous game this would make. DEATH considered removing the name of one Mr Cauldwell in exchange for the game being written. Mr Cauldwell turned around and punched his timecard, signing out for the weekend-long session of blatant boozing. "Bugger" hissed DEATH quietly under his breath.
He had realised that everything that had preceded this moment was an illusion; beamed directly into his brain by Government mind control rays from the alien base on Mars. He reached for his tin-foil hat to reveal the shocking truth:
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.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
Mel the Bell and Karingal quietly prepared the iron maiden, DEATH looked on, amused at the sharp spikes that would soon be responsible for the departure of another soul from its corporeal shell and into his personal collection, stored at the bottom of the Atlantic on the Titanic. His thoughts flew back to childhood - What a marvelous game this would make. DEATH considered removing the name of one Mr Cauldwell in exchange for the game being written. Mr Cauldwell turned around and punched his timecard, signing out for the weekend-long session of blatant boozing. "Bugger" hissed DEATH quietly under his breath.
He had realised that everything that had preceded this moment was an illusion; beamed directly into his brain by Government mind control rays from the alien base on Mars. He reached for his tin-foil hat to reveal the shocking truth: FOX is cancellling "The Simpsons"
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.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
Mel the Bell and Karingal quietly prepared the iron maiden, DEATH looked on, amused at the sharp spikes that would soon be responsible for the departure of another soul from its corporeal shell and into his personal collection, stored at the bottom of the Atlantic on the Titanic. His thoughts flew back to childhood - What a marvelous game this would make. DEATH considered removing the name of one Mr Cauldwell in exchange for the game being written. Mr Cauldwell turned around and punched his timecard, signing out for the weekend-long session of blatant boozing. "Bugger" hissed DEATH quietly under his breath.
He had realised that everything that had preceded this moment was an illusion; beamed directly into his brain by Government mind control rays from the alien base on Mars. He reached for his tin-foil hat to reveal the shocking truth: FOX is cancellling "The Simpsons" in favour of a spin-off series; "The Specchums", which
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.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
Mel the Bell and Karingal quietly prepared the iron maiden, DEATH looked on, amused at the sharp spikes that would soon be responsible for the departure of another soul from its corporeal shell and into his personal collection, stored at the bottom of the Atlantic on the Titanic. His thoughts flew back to childhood - What a marvelous game this would make. DEATH considered removing the name of one Mr Cauldwell in exchange for the game being written. Mr Cauldwell turned around and punched his timecard, signing out for the weekend-long session of blatant boozing. "Bugger" hissed DEATH quietly under his breath.
He had realised that everything that had preceded this moment was an illusion; beamed directly into his brain by Government mind control rays from the alien base on Mars. He reached for his tin-foil hat to reveal the shocking truth: FOX is cancellling "The Simpsons" in favour of a spin-off series; "The Specchums", which will feature 48 minutes of Philip Kendall insisting that everyone read the FAQ
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.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
Mel the Bell and Karingal quietly prepared the iron maiden, DEATH looked on, amused at the sharp spikes that would soon be responsible for the departure of another soul from its corporeal shell and into his personal collection, stored at the bottom of the Atlantic on the Titanic. His thoughts flew back to childhood - What a marvelous game this would make. DEATH considered removing the name of one Mr Cauldwell in exchange for the game being written. Mr Cauldwell turned around and punched his timecard, signing out for the weekend-long session of blatant boozing. "Bugger" hissed DEATH quietly under his breath.
He had realised that everything that had preceded this moment was an illusion; beamed directly into his brain by Government mind control rays from the alien base on Mars. He reached for his tin-foil hat to reveal the shocking truth: FOX is cancellling "The Simpsons" in favour of a spin-off series; "The Specchums", which will feature 48 minutes of Philip Kendall insisting that everyone read the FAQ, followed by 128 seconds of everybody insisting that Martijn install the :middlefinger: smiley so they can all tell Philip Kendall what they think of his FAQ.
Later, back in his lab, Alchresearch
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.
ZX Beccy kneed Lee Harvey Oswald in the grassy knoll whilst contesting the probability of Kizza becoming a republican. However, Kizza has never poured a beer in his life so he decided to write several games back in the day. But on the way back, his time machine went wrong, leaving errors in the space-time continuum so other people would be wrongly credited with games he himself had written. After close examination of the Time Machine, Karigal's genetic fingerprints were found, thus proving that Karingal had indeed sabotaged a certain Cornishman's entire stash of Methylated spirits and blow-up rubber traffic wardens.
Mel the Bell and Karingal quietly prepared the iron maiden, DEATH looked on, amused at the sharp spikes that would soon be responsible for the departure of another soul from its corporeal shell and into his personal collection, stored at the bottom of the Atlantic on the Titanic. His thoughts flew back to childhood - What a marvelous game this would make. DEATH considered removing the name of one Mr Cauldwell in exchange for the game being written. Mr Cauldwell turned around and punched his timecard, signing out for the weekend-long session of blatant boozing. "Bugger" hissed DEATH quietly under his breath.
He had realised that everything that had preceded this moment was an illusion; beamed directly into his brain by Government mind control rays from the alien base on Mars. He reached for his tin-foil hat to reveal the shocking truth: FOX is cancellling "The Simpsons" in favour of a spin-off series; "The Specchums", which will feature 48 minutes of Philip Kendall insisting that everyone read the FAQ, followed by 128 seconds of everybody insisting that Martijn install the :middlefinger: smiley so they can all tell Philip Kendall what they think of his FAQ.
Later, back in his lab, Alchresearch accidentally created T-Krap, the ultimate troll.