Pineapples are nice, aren't they?

Once upon a time, there was a melodious sounding windmill that led a genocidal infringement campaign against the horrible joyful crying of children. The children were very, very nutty, so they were all hung on the spot like a pair of geeses.

Geeses are the supreme enemy of the Chinese federation. Most of the youngun's were shot on sight and left to hang among the railroad tracks like the filthy Communistic scumbags they are, so sayeth the General of the USSR, Adolf Vladimier Napoleonica.

Napoleonica was a sweet, sweet girl from the Lou, who loved to eat her shoe. She romped in the hay and feasted on the gay, who started after her with brooms. For it was soon true, thought little Napoleonica, that witches and broomsticks were all the more evil.

Speaking of evil, thought little Adolf sitting on the toilet with a handful of mold. His taxes were due the next day, to that foul King Monarch, who ruled the realm with his army of sheep. The evil and just sheep, who did nothing but goodly evil for the realm.
Adolf led the revolt first, yes he did, charging into the kitchen with a frying pan and a bottle of urine. The gas explosion killed him and so did the wrought-iron cannon set up by none other than the Geeses.
Surprise, surprise, the geeses were not the geeses, for the geeses were actually merely geeses described as multiple goose. The goose sound like moose whenever they're set loose, but let no one misjudge their terror yet.
Little Napoleonica the Second, daughter of the USSR general, decided to surrender to the gooses after they'd taken hold of Paris, Canada. Paris, Canada was a lovely, lovely place this time of year. The plague had stricken and slaughtered the whole of the people.

Speaking of packs of wolves, I really do enjoy a good spanking sometimes. Right on my lower cheek, sometimes up the good-old rear end too! The ideology behind the spanking is quite a peculiar one, if you ask me. Tut for tut, tit for tit, and that for that! That's how the world ought' work, thought King Monarch!

Though King Monarch was a just banana. And everyone knows that the bananas were wiped out in the great British conquest of Southwest China back in the olden times of 2009. In those days, the people of China were all a bunch of Hummers anyway, so the gas prices went down, shooting into the sky with a great spew of fire!

Fires are nice. Fires break things. Fires end stories. Fires kill narrators.

Fire is bad.

Fire is very, very bad.

Fire is never.

Fire, it never is?

Fire never is what?

Fire IS never.

FIN. actually not fin but greek so -rep

+rep gives good head

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