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Post by milch on Jul 19, 2013 16:24:05 GMT -5
THEY MAKE ME, MAKE ME DREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAM UNTHINKABLE HORRORS WHEN you eat green eggs and ham. The resulting song was a result of results like LIFE IS LIFE. That was proven by LIFE itself. What isn't proven is that Siddy makes good deals or banana pancakes. Bananas? In the end of the Zone were serious crimes, punishable by Fjodor Fjodorovich's remarkably neat dinner set. Winter in the wanker wonderland came hard into our lovely Zone. But not as hard as Jericho came after seeing the disaster left by BPM when she kicked Karcentric 's butt. Who in retaliation made her go on a quest to make a SANDVICH like no-other. Sadly, she died. Thus the SANDVICH died of cancer. Cancer of the- STOP.
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Mormon time. After slaughtering Mormons, intrepid heroes made amazing rap about tildes and soggy biscuits. Disturbed by test post lies, sense was lost via Duty Oath. Mentally scarring rookies eat tinned foods like a boss. Oh, Monolith... we... we... um... what? Centre of Pripyat makes for great holiday location for picnics at midnight with rapist controllers forgetting the SANDVICHES!As rainbow colored colours creatively conflicted with Peregrine's tortured hair do, falling massive critical mass upon ignition began to sputter and die, a rainbow through Drakon's ass causing stalkers to worship the Svobodalith while the monolith appeared suddenly from breakfast with cthulhu and fell before Karcentric's DAMNED FEET. Which were wearing pretty fly flip-flops, start running, NOW SON! NOW! Said stare dad after the bottle o'scotch was broken. Vodka is like Skype good when it's served cold with two, tempered bloodsucker's quite the gourmet meal for the Bar's menu, which is quite sexist since there isn't female dishes for there aren't any female stalkers stalking the zone. Thankfully as they are using everything for Lutiy's unexpected return which might happen, has happened actually, though some of the less thoughtful ZSG RPers didn't know when the mighty Lutiy came from. They did, however have a dream, leading to violation of law and Stabby death. Several victims later, balance was restored. But that wasn't the end. For the 3ws, because of Never ending additions that allowed Sidorovich to tax dogfood at unbelievable stupidly, high rates. Unsurprisingly bloodsuckers fought stealthily, surprising even when they try BOLT HOLD OPEN on Duty and shamelessly descend into song and dance and pansexual merrymaking making everyone flee the premises, compromising many unlovable stalkers who acquired BOLT, but no HOLD OPEN PARATROOPER MAGS THAT AREN'T CLIPS NOR IS THE END OF A.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~ No, Karc. You won at life! In Sid's thong! NO U, cried Oleg Gusarov tearfully as he tried to dislodge the cancer of Siddy during Siddy Time featuring Siddy and dancing bloodsuckers in tuxedos with little bowler hats OH SHIIIIIIIIIIII- was the Shazbot! SHAZBOT! Shazbot! What bot? Asked Pavel pretentiously, pulling parallel partition plates of spinach and amiable, advancing Argonauts, assaulted almost anything. But even it wasn't enough to stop the flood for Fyodor, fluent in the ways of being an amazing singer like John Proctor, maid of honour to a raging bloodsucker and an overweight Sidorovich who laid out a picnic but forgot lichen which ruined everything! Vodka and sausage were the only diddly dum diddly. Small chinese men have very small pet gerbils who like crapping on Kuntsev. The fleshes that became mature thanks to Kuntsev and his impressive large black rooster. The need for speed and condoms but also titsnorks and sexy bloodsuckers grew at astronomical rates, making stalkers buy Siddy time. Noooooooooooooooooooo, cried the motherfucking driving examiner as his jet pack fell on explosive and mentally challenging time of OPPA GANGNAM STYLE. That ended with lot's of Koreans eating flapjacks under hail of bullets... Stop, that's racist! But it isn't made of potatoes. I heard they worship the Monolith in China, because many, many earwigs offering all types of ancient medicinal properties, such as explosive anal leakage causing banage of Johnny Flynn music and other related post-apocalyptic music styles that shocked old hag controllers who pilot roflcopters. Also, no references to diet sausage knives. The one GET to get them OUTTA HERE STALKER! USER WAS BANNED for being cool story bro! Material.
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Narwhals and knights fight the dark unicorn knight of salmon. The Batman likes Robin's nipples. The love for applesauce vinaigrette was like do you shoba do wop! Bill Cosby king OF THE MOTHERLAND! You mean Tzar. Nope. President Cosby. In deep space, nobody can hear the sad camel, 13K GET BITCH! 999 post later people began talking about unusual precedents placed partial people quite like Sidorovich who talked the hell outta everybody until they began talking back rudely about dogfood and canned controller brains and the effects of the cacti on the dictators sensitive areas of jellyfish sting mutations that looked like Sidorovich's ugly face jacket which is covering his baldness and his awful monkey genes while cheeki breeki stalkers danced like incredible and glorious winged grenades ready to howdy the ho's. I got 99 out of 1000 and I ain't gonna dance no merry Irish jig. Science has proved the Zone's stupidity was growing rapidly. Ferret cheeki breeki'd George bush's pine outta this world fresh whipped cream smothered over him. The pony horse was Stalin's battlemount, glorious and resplendent in it's ways. Ibrahim helps people clean guns for weeks on end, allowing deceased stalkers to thriller dance like drunk penguins in the midst of a reptile dance party, clinging to Kuntsev's old construction set, which wasn't working well due to unforeseen problems caused by my late posting. Kim Jong Un one afternoon attacked peaceful town of Galapagos while General Galapagosian screamed bloody murder due to the budget problems on Galapagos Islands, meanwhile the Monolith's handsome sorcerer rolled a joint so 349 post left, until critical mass. Sidorovich loved Barkeep because purple elephants fight with dragons. Imagine Dragons' music is terrible. Ten out of nine Stalkers get out of car crashes a'deaded, for such as running around without legs, leading packs of Sidoroviches into noble combat against Stark armies. The need to get 69 posts because that is an awesome number, nine and sixty, sixty and nine, something like that. A new mission has been issued, is it siddytime? No, not yet...
Not ever.
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But... In the meantime...
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Post by Lysander on Jul 28, 2013 10:41:19 GMT -5
THEY MAKE ME, MAKE ME DREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAM UNTHINKABLE HORRORS WHEN you eat green eggs and ham. The resulting song was a result of results like LIFE IS LIFE. That was proven by LIFE itself. What isn't proven is that Siddy makes good deals or banana pancakes. Bananas? In the end of the Zone were serious crimes, punishable by Fjodor Fjodorovich's remarkably neat dinner set. Winter in the wanker wonderland came hard into our lovely Zone. But not as hard as Jericho came after seeing the disaster left by BPM when she kicked Karcentric 's butt. Who in retaliation made her go on a quest to make a SANDVICH like no-other. Sadly, she died. Thus the SANDVICH died of cancer. Cancer of the- STOP.
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Mormon time. After slaughtering Mormons, intrepid heroes made amazing rap about tildes and soggy biscuits. Disturbed by test post lies, sense was lost via Duty Oath. Mentally scarring rookies eat tinned foods like a boss. Oh, Monolith... we... we... um... what? Centre of Pripyat makes for great holiday location for picnics at midnight with rapist controllers forgetting the SANDVICHES!As rainbow colored colours creatively conflicted with Peregrine's tortured hair do, falling massive critical mass upon ignition began to sputter and die, a rainbow through Drakon's ass causing stalkers to worship the Svobodalith while the monolith appeared suddenly from breakfast with cthulhu and fell before Karcentric's DAMNED FEET. Which were wearing pretty fly flip-flops, start running, NOW SON! NOW! Said stare dad after the bottle o'scotch was broken. Vodka is like Skype good when it's served cold with two, tempered bloodsucker's quite the gourmet meal for the Bar's menu, which is quite sexist since there isn't female dishes for there aren't any female stalkers stalking the zone. Thankfully as they are using everything for Lutiy's unexpected return which might happen, has happened actually, though some of the less thoughtful ZSG RPers didn't know when the mighty Lutiy came from. They did, however have a dream, leading to violation of law and Stabby death. Several victims later, balance was restored. But that wasn't the end. For the 3ws, because of Never ending additions that allowed Sidorovich to tax dogfood at unbelievable stupidly, high rates. Unsurprisingly bloodsuckers fought stealthily, surprising even when they try BOLT HOLD OPEN on Duty and shamelessly descend into song and dance and pansexual merrymaking making everyone flee the premises, compromising many unlovable stalkers who acquired BOLT, but no HOLD OPEN PARATROOPER MAGS THAT AREN'T CLIPS NOR IS THE END OF A.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~ No, Karc. You won at life! In Sid's thong! NO U, cried Oleg Gusarov tearfully as he tried to dislodge the cancer of Siddy during Siddy Time featuring Siddy and dancing bloodsuckers in tuxedos with little bowler hats OH SHIIIIIIIIIIII- was the Shazbot! SHAZBOT! Shazbot! What bot? Asked Pavel pretentiously, pulling parallel partition plates of spinach and amiable, advancing Argonauts, assaulted almost anything. But even it wasn't enough to stop the flood for Fyodor, fluent in the ways of being an amazing singer like John Proctor, maid of honour to a raging bloodsucker and an overweight Sidorovich who laid out a picnic but forgot lichen which ruined everything! Vodka and sausage were the only diddly dum diddly. Small chinese men have very small pet gerbils who like crapping on Kuntsev. The fleshes that became mature thanks to Kuntsev and his impressive large black rooster. The need for speed and condoms but also titsnorks and sexy bloodsuckers grew at astronomical rates, making stalkers buy Siddy time. Noooooooooooooooooooo, cried the motherfucking driving examiner as his jet pack fell on explosive and mentally challenging time of OPPA GANGNAM STYLE. That ended with lot's of Koreans eating flapjacks under hail of bullets... Stop, that's racist! But it isn't made of potatoes. I heard they worship the Monolith in China, because many, many earwigs offering all types of ancient medicinal properties, such as explosive anal leakage causing banage of Johnny Flynn music and other related post-apocalyptic music styles that shocked old hag controllers who pilot roflcopters. Also, no references to diet sausage knives. The one GET to get them OUTTA HERE STALKER! USER WAS BANNED for being cool story bro! Material.
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Narwhals and knights fight the dark unicorn knight of salmon. The Batman likes Robin's nipples. The love for applesauce vinaigrette was like do you shoba do wop! Bill Cosby king OF THE MOTHERLAND! You mean Tzar. Nope. President Cosby. In deep space, nobody can hear the sad camel, 13K GET BITCH! 999 post later people began talking about unusual precedents placed partial people quite like Sidorovich who talked the hell outta everybody until they began talking back rudely about dogfood and canned controller brains and the effects of the cacti on the dictators sensitive areas of jellyfish sting mutations that looked like Sidorovich's ugly face jacket which is covering his baldness and his awful monkey genes while cheeki breeki stalkers danced like incredible and glorious winged grenades ready to howdy the ho's. I got 99 out of 1000 and I ain't gonna dance no merry Irish jig. Science has proved the Zone's stupidity was growing rapidly. Ferret cheeki breeki'd George bush's pine outta this world fresh whipped cream smothered over him. The pony horse was Stalin's battlemount, glorious and resplendent in it's ways. Ibrahim helps people clean guns for weeks on end, allowing deceased stalkers to thriller dance like drunk penguins in the midst of a reptile dance party, clinging to Kuntsev's old construction set, which wasn't working well due to unforeseen problems caused by my late posting. Kim Jong Un one afternoon attacked peaceful town of Galapagos while General Galapagosian screamed bloody murder due to the budget problems on Galapagos Islands, meanwhile the Monolith's handsome sorcerer rolled a joint so 349 post left, until critical mass. Sidorovich loved Barkeep because purple elephants fight with dragons. Imagine Dragons' music is terrible. Ten out of nine Stalkers get out of car crashes a'deaded, for such as running around without legs, leading packs of Sidoroviches into noble combat against Stark armies. The need to get 69 posts because that is an awesome number, nine and sixty, sixty and nine, something like that. A new mission has been issued, is it siddytime? No, not yet...
Not ever.
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But... In the meantime... 'Twas Brillig and
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Post by Karcentric on Aug 8, 2013 7:30:19 GMT -5
THEY MAKE ME, MAKE ME DREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAM UNTHINKABLE HORRORS WHEN you eat green eggs and ham. The resulting song was a result of results like LIFE IS LIFE. That was proven by LIFE itself. What isn't proven is that Siddy makes good deals or banana pancakes. Bananas? In the end of the Zone were serious crimes, punishable by Fjodor Fjodorovich's remarkably neat dinner set. Winter in the wanker wonderland came hard into our lovely Zone. But not as hard as Jericho came after seeing the disaster left by BPM when she kicked Karcentric 's butt. Who in retaliation made her go on a quest to make a SANDVICH like no-other. Sadly, she died. Thus the SANDVICH died of cancer. Cancer of the- STOP.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~
Mormon time. After slaughtering Mormons, intrepid heroes made amazing rap about tildes and soggy biscuits. Disturbed by test post lies, sense was lost via Duty Oath. Mentally scarring rookies eat tinned foods like a boss. Oh, Monolith... we... we... um... what? Centre of Pripyat makes for great holiday location for picnics at midnight with rapist controllers forgetting the SANDVICHES!As rainbow colored colours creatively conflicted with Peregrine's tortured hair do, falling massive critical mass upon ignition began to sputter and die, a rainbow through Drakon's ass causing stalkers to worship the Svobodalith while the monolith appeared suddenly from breakfast with cthulhu and fell before Karcentric's DAMNED FEET. Which were wearing pretty fly flip-flops, start running, NOW SON! NOW! Said stare dad after the bottle o'scotch was broken. Vodka is like Skype good when it's served cold with two, tempered bloodsucker's quite the gourmet meal for the Bar's menu, which is quite sexist since there isn't female dishes for there aren't any female stalkers stalking the zone. Thankfully as they are using everything for Lutiy's unexpected return which might happen, has happened actually, though some of the less thoughtful ZSG RPers didn't know when the mighty Lutiy came from. They did, however have a dream, leading to violation of law and Stabby death. Several victims later, balance was restored. But that wasn't the end. For the 3ws, because of Never ending additions that allowed Sidorovich to tax dogfood at unbelievable stupidly, high rates. Unsurprisingly bloodsuckers fought stealthily, surprising even when they try BOLT HOLD OPEN on Duty and shamelessly descend into song and dance and pansexual merrymaking making everyone flee the premises, compromising many unlovable stalkers who acquired BOLT, but no HOLD OPEN PARATROOPER MAGS THAT AREN'T CLIPS NOR IS THE END OF A.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~ No, Karc. You won at life! In Sid's thong! NO U, cried Oleg Gusarov tearfully as he tried to dislodge the cancer of Siddy during Siddy Time featuring Siddy and dancing bloodsuckers in tuxedos with little bowler hats OH SHIIIIIIIIIIII- was the Shazbot! SHAZBOT! Shazbot! What bot? Asked Pavel pretentiously, pulling parallel partition plates of spinach and amiable, advancing Argonauts, assaulted almost anything. But even it wasn't enough to stop the flood for Fyodor, fluent in the ways of being an amazing singer like John Proctor, maid of honour to a raging bloodsucker and an overweight Sidorovich who laid out a picnic but forgot lichen which ruined everything! Vodka and sausage were the only diddly dum diddly. Small chinese men have very small pet gerbils who like crapping on Kuntsev. The fleshes that became mature thanks to Kuntsev and his impressive large black rooster. The need for speed and condoms but also titsnorks and sexy bloodsuckers grew at astronomical rates, making stalkers buy Siddy time. Noooooooooooooooooooo, cried the motherfucking driving examiner as his jet pack fell on explosive and mentally challenging time of OPPA GANGNAM STYLE. That ended with lot's of Koreans eating flapjacks under hail of bullets... Stop, that's racist! But it isn't made of potatoes. I heard they worship the Monolith in China, because many, many earwigs offering all types of ancient medicinal properties, such as explosive anal leakage causing banage of Johnny Flynn music and other related post-apocalyptic music styles that shocked old hag controllers who pilot roflcopters. Also, no references to diet sausage knives. The one GET to get them OUTTA HERE STALKER! USER WAS BANNED for being cool story bro! Material.
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Narwhals and knights fight the dark unicorn knight of salmon. The Batman likes Robin's nipples. The love for applesauce vinaigrette was like do you shoba do wop! Bill Cosby king OF THE MOTHERLAND! You mean Tzar. Nope. President Cosby. In deep space, nobody can hear the sad camel, 13K GET BITCH! 999 post later people began talking about unusual precedents placed partial people quite like Sidorovich who talked the hell outta everybody until they began talking back rudely about dogfood and canned controller brains and the effects of the cacti on the dictators sensitive areas of jellyfish sting mutations that looked like Sidorovich's ugly face jacket which is covering his baldness and his awful monkey genes while cheeki breeki stalkers danced like incredible and glorious winged grenades ready to howdy the ho's. I got 99 out of 1000 and I ain't gonna dance no merry Irish jig. Science has proved the Zone's stupidity was growing rapidly. Ferret cheeki breeki'd George bush's pine outta this world fresh whipped cream smothered over him. The pony horse was Stalin's battlemount, glorious and resplendent in it's ways. Ibrahim helps people clean guns for weeks on end, allowing deceased stalkers to thriller dance like drunk penguins in the midst of a reptile dance party, clinging to Kuntsev's old construction set, which wasn't working well due to unforeseen problems caused by my late posting. Kim Jong Un one afternoon attacked peaceful town of Galapagos while General Galapagosian screamed bloody murder due to the budget problems on Galapagos Islands, meanwhile the Monolith's handsome sorcerer rolled a joint so 349 post left, until critical mass. Sidorovich loved Barkeep because purple elephants fight with dragons. Imagine Dragons' music is terrible. Ten out of nine Stalkers get out of car crashes a'deaded, for such as running around without legs, leading packs of Sidoroviches into noble combat against Stark armies. The need to get 69 posts because that is an awesome number, nine and sixty, sixty and nine, something like that. A new mission has been issued, is it siddytime? No, not yet...
Not ever.
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But... In the meantime... 'Twas Brillig and we had better
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Post by blackpapermoon on Oct 24, 2013 8:31:53 GMT -5
THEY MAKE ME, MAKE ME DREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAM UNTHINKABLE HORRORS WHEN you eat green eggs and ham. The resulting song was a result of results like LIFE IS LIFE. That was proven by LIFE itself. What isn't proven is that Siddy makes good deals or banana pancakes. Bananas? In the end of the Zone were serious crimes, punishable by Fjodor Fjodorovich's remarkably neat dinner set. Winter in the wanker wonderland came hard into our lovely Zone. But not as hard as Jericho came after seeing the disaster left by BPM when she kicked Karcentric 's butt. Who in retaliation made her go on a quest to make a SANDVICH like no-other. Sadly, she died. Thus the SANDVICH died of cancer. Cancer of the- STOP.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~
Mormon time. After slaughtering Mormons, intrepid heroes made amazing rap about tildes and soggy biscuits. Disturbed by test post lies, sense was lost via Duty Oath. Mentally scarring rookies eat tinned foods like a boss. Oh, Monolith... we... we... um... what? Centre of Pripyat makes for great holiday location for picnics at midnight with rapist controllers forgetting the SANDVICHES!As rainbow colored colours creatively conflicted with Peregrine's tortured hair do, falling massive critical mass upon ignition began to sputter and die, a rainbow through Drakon's ass causing stalkers to worship the Svobodalith while the monolith appeared suddenly from breakfast with cthulhu and fell before Karcentric's DAMNED FEET. Which were wearing pretty fly flip-flops, start running, NOW SON! NOW! Said stare dad after the bottle o'scotch was broken. Vodka is like Skype good when it's served cold with two, tempered bloodsucker's quite the gourmet meal for the Bar's menu, which is quite sexist since there isn't female dishes for there aren't any female stalkers stalking the zone. Thankfully as they are using everything for Lutiy's unexpected return which might happen, has happened actually, though some of the less thoughtful ZSG RPers didn't know when the mighty Lutiy came from. They did, however have a dream, leading to violation of law and Stabby death. Several victims later, balance was restored. But that wasn't the end. For the 3ws, because of Never ending additions that allowed Sidorovich to tax dogfood at unbelievable stupidly, high rates. Unsurprisingly bloodsuckers fought stealthily, surprising even when they try BOLT HOLD OPEN on Duty and shamelessly descend into song and dance and pansexual merrymaking making everyone flee the premises, compromising many unlovable stalkers who acquired BOLT, but no HOLD OPEN PARATROOPER MAGS THAT AREN'T CLIPS NOR IS THE END OF A.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~ No, Karc. You won at life! In Sid's thong! NO U, cried Oleg Gusarov tearfully as he tried to dislodge the cancer of Siddy during Siddy Time featuring Siddy and dancing bloodsuckers in tuxedos with little bowler hats OH SHIIIIIIIIIIII- was the Shazbot! SHAZBOT! Shazbot! What bot? Asked Pavel pretentiously, pulling parallel partition plates of spinach and amiable, advancing Argonauts, assaulted almost anything. But even it wasn't enough to stop the flood for Fyodor, fluent in the ways of being an amazing singer like John Proctor, maid of honour to a raging bloodsucker and an overweight Sidorovich who laid out a picnic but forgot lichen which ruined everything! Vodka and sausage were the only diddly dum diddly. Small chinese men have very small pet gerbils who like crapping on Kuntsev. The fleshes that became mature thanks to Kuntsev and his impressive large black rooster. The need for speed and condoms but also titsnorks and sexy bloodsuckers grew at astronomical rates, making stalkers buy Siddy time. Noooooooooooooooooooo, cried the motherfucking driving examiner as his jet pack fell on explosive and mentally challenging time of OPPA GANGNAM STYLE. That ended with lot's of Koreans eating flapjacks under hail of bullets... Stop, that's racist! But it isn't made of potatoes. I heard they worship the Monolith in China, because many, many earwigs offering all types of ancient medicinal properties, such as explosive anal leakage causing banage of Johnny Flynn music and other related post-apocalyptic music styles that shocked old hag controllers who pilot roflcopters. Also, no references to diet sausage knives. The one GET to get them OUTTA HERE STALKER! USER WAS BANNED for being cool story bro! Material.
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Narwhals and knights fight the dark unicorn knight of salmon. The Batman likes Robin's nipples. The love for applesauce vinaigrette was like do you shoba do wop! Bill Cosby king OF THE MOTHERLAND! You mean Tzar. Nope. President Cosby. In deep space, nobody can hear the sad camel, 13K GET BITCH! 999 post later people began talking about unusual precedents placed partial people quite like Sidorovich who talked the hell outta everybody until they began talking back rudely about dogfood and canned controller brains and the effects of the cacti on the dictators sensitive areas of jellyfish sting mutations that looked like Sidorovich's ugly face jacket which is covering his baldness and his awful monkey genes while cheeki breeki stalkers danced like incredible and glorious winged grenades ready to howdy the ho's. I got 99 out of 1000 and I ain't gonna dance no merry Irish jig. Science has proved the Zone's stupidity was growing rapidly. Ferret cheeki breeki'd George bush's pine outta this world fresh whipped cream smothered over him. The pony horse was Stalin's battlemount, glorious and resplendent in it's ways. Ibrahim helps people clean guns for weeks on end, allowing deceased stalkers to thriller dance like drunk penguins in the midst of a reptile dance party, clinging to Kuntsev's old construction set, which wasn't working well due to unforeseen problems caused by my late posting. Kim Jong Un one afternoon attacked peaceful town of Galapagos while General Galapagosian screamed bloody murder due to the budget problems on Galapagos Islands, meanwhile the Monolith's handsome sorcerer rolled a joint so 349 post left, until critical mass. Sidorovich loved Barkeep because purple elephants fight with dragons. Imagine Dragons' music is terrible. Ten out of nine Stalkers get out of car crashes a'deaded, for such as running around without legs, leading packs of Sidoroviches into noble combat against Stark armies. The need to get 69 posts because that is an awesome number, nine and sixty, sixty and nine, something like that. A new mission has been issued, is it siddytime? No, not yet...
Not ever.
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But... In the meantime... 'Twas Brillig and we had better wenches and mead
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Post by milch on Oct 27, 2013 0:47:53 GMT -5
THEY MAKE ME, MAKE ME DREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAM UNTHINKABLE HORRORS WHEN you eat green eggs and ham. The resulting song was a result of results like LIFE IS LIFE. That was proven by LIFE itself. What isn't proven is that Siddy makes good deals or banana pancakes. Bananas? In the end of the Zone were serious crimes, punishable by Fjodor Fjodorovich's remarkably neat dinner set. Winter in the wanker wonderland came hard into our lovely Zone. But not as hard as Jericho came after seeing the disaster left by BPM when she kicked Karcentric 's butt. Who in retaliation made her go on a quest to make a SANDVICH like no-other. Sadly, she died. Thus the SANDVICH died of cancer. Cancer of the- STOP.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~
Mormon time. After slaughtering Mormons, intrepid heroes made amazing rap about tildes and soggy biscuits. Disturbed by test post lies, sense was lost via Duty Oath. Mentally scarring rookies eat tinned foods like a boss. Oh, Monolith... we... we... um... what? Centre of Pripyat makes for great holiday location for picnics at midnight with rapist controllers forgetting the SANDVICHES!As rainbow colored colours creatively conflicted with Peregrine's tortured hair do, falling massive critical mass upon ignition began to sputter and die, a rainbow through Drakon's ass causing stalkers to worship the Svobodalith while the monolith appeared suddenly from breakfast with cthulhu and fell before Karcentric's DAMNED FEET. Which were wearing pretty fly flip-flops, start running, NOW SON! NOW! Said stare dad after the bottle o'scotch was broken. Vodka is like Skype good when it's served cold with two, tempered bloodsucker's quite the gourmet meal for the Bar's menu, which is quite sexist since there isn't female dishes for there aren't any female stalkers stalking the zone. Thankfully as they are using everything for Lutiy's unexpected return which might happen, has happened actually, though some of the less thoughtful ZSG RPers didn't know when the mighty Lutiy came from. They did, however have a dream, leading to violation of law and Stabby death. Several victims later, balance was restored. But that wasn't the end. For the 3ws, because of Never ending additions that allowed Sidorovich to tax dogfood at unbelievable stupidly, high rates. Unsurprisingly bloodsuckers fought stealthily, surprising even when they try BOLT HOLD OPEN on Duty and shamelessly descend into song and dance and pansexual merrymaking making everyone flee the premises, compromising many unlovable stalkers who acquired BOLT, but no HOLD OPEN PARATROOPER MAGS THAT AREN'T CLIPS NOR IS THE END OF A.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~ No, Karc. You won at life! In Sid's thong! NO U, cried Oleg Gusarov tearfully as he tried to dislodge the cancer of Siddy during Siddy Time featuring Siddy and dancing bloodsuckers in tuxedos with little bowler hats OH SHIIIIIIIIIIII- was the Shazbot! SHAZBOT! Shazbot! What bot? Asked Pavel pretentiously, pulling parallel partition plates of spinach and amiable, advancing Argonauts, assaulted almost anything. But even it wasn't enough to stop the flood for Fyodor, fluent in the ways of being an amazing singer like John Proctor, maid of honour to a raging bloodsucker and an overweight Sidorovich who laid out a picnic but forgot lichen which ruined everything! Vodka and sausage were the only diddly dum diddly. Small chinese men have very small pet gerbils who like crapping on Kuntsev. The fleshes that became mature thanks to Kuntsev and his impressive large black rooster. The need for speed and condoms but also titsnorks and sexy bloodsuckers grew at astronomical rates, making stalkers buy Siddy time. Noooooooooooooooooooo, cried the motherfucking driving examiner as his jet pack fell on explosive and mentally challenging time of OPPA GANGNAM STYLE. That ended with lot's of Koreans eating flapjacks under hail of bullets... Stop, that's racist! But it isn't made of potatoes. I heard they worship the Monolith in China, because many, many earwigs offering all types of ancient medicinal properties, such as explosive anal leakage causing banage of Johnny Flynn music and other related post-apocalyptic music styles that shocked old hag controllers who pilot roflcopters. Also, no references to diet sausage knives. The one GET to get them OUTTA HERE STALKER! USER WAS BANNED for being cool story bro! Material.
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Narwhals and knights fight the dark unicorn knight of salmon. The Batman likes Robin's nipples. The love for applesauce vinaigrette was like do you shoba do wop! Bill Cosby king OF THE MOTHERLAND! You mean Tzar. Nope. President Cosby. In deep space, nobody can hear the sad camel, 13K GET BITCH! 999 post later people began talking about unusual precedents placed partial people quite like Sidorovich who talked the hell outta everybody until they began talking back rudely about dogfood and canned controller brains and the effects of the cacti on the dictators sensitive areas of jellyfish sting mutations that looked like Sidorovich's ugly face jacket which is covering his baldness and his awful monkey genes while cheeki breeki stalkers danced like incredible and glorious winged grenades ready to howdy the ho's. I got 99 out of 1000 and I ain't gonna dance no merry Irish jig. Science has proved the Zone's stupidity was growing rapidly. Ferret cheeki breeki'd George bush's pine outta this world fresh whipped cream smothered over him. The pony horse was Stalin's battlemount, glorious and resplendent in it's ways. Ibrahim helps people clean guns for weeks on end, allowing deceased stalkers to thriller dance like drunk penguins in the midst of a reptile dance party, clinging to Kuntsev's old construction set, which wasn't working well due to unforeseen problems caused by my late posting. Kim Jong Un one afternoon attacked peaceful town of Galapagos while General Galapagosian screamed bloody murder due to the budget problems on Galapagos Islands, meanwhile the Monolith's handsome sorcerer rolled a joint so 349 post left, until critical mass. Sidorovich loved Barkeep because purple elephants fight with dragons. Imagine Dragons' music is terrible. Ten out of nine Stalkers get out of car crashes a'deaded, for such as running around without legs, leading packs of Sidoroviches into noble combat against Stark armies. The need to get 69 posts because that is an awesome number, nine and sixty, sixty and nine, something like that. A new mission has been issued, is it siddytime? No, not yet...
Not ever.
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But... In the meantime... 'Twas Brillig and we had better wenches and mead to drink ourselves
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Post by blackpapermoon on Oct 27, 2013 14:55:32 GMT -5
THEY MAKE ME, MAKE ME DREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAM UNTHINKABLE HORRORS WHEN you eat green eggs and ham. The resulting song was a result of results like LIFE IS LIFE. That was proven by LIFE itself. What isn't proven is that Siddy makes good deals or banana pancakes. Bananas? In the end of the Zone were serious crimes, punishable by Fjodor Fjodorovich's remarkably neat dinner set. Winter in the wanker wonderland came hard into our lovely Zone. But not as hard as Jericho came after seeing the disaster left by BPM when she kicked Karcentric 's butt. Who in retaliation made her go on a quest to make a SANDVICH like no-other. Sadly, she died. Thus the SANDVICH died of cancer. Cancer of the- STOP.
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Mormon time. After slaughtering Mormons, intrepid heroes made amazing rap about tildes and soggy biscuits. Disturbed by test post lies, sense was lost via Duty Oath. Mentally scarring rookies eat tinned foods like a boss. Oh, Monolith... we... we... um... what? Centre of Pripyat makes for great holiday location for picnics at midnight with rapist controllers forgetting the SANDVICHES!As rainbow colored colours creatively conflicted with Peregrine's tortured hair do, falling massive critical mass upon ignition began to sputter and die, a rainbow through Drakon's ass causing stalkers to worship the Svobodalith while the monolith appeared suddenly from breakfast with cthulhu and fell before Karcentric's DAMNED FEET. Which were wearing pretty fly flip-flops, start running, NOW SON! NOW! Said stare dad after the bottle o'scotch was broken. Vodka is like Skype good when it's served cold with two, tempered bloodsucker's quite the gourmet meal for the Bar's menu, which is quite sexist since there isn't female dishes for there aren't any female stalkers stalking the zone. Thankfully as they are using everything for Lutiy's unexpected return which might happen, has happened actually, though some of the less thoughtful ZSG RPers didn't know when the mighty Lutiy came from. They did, however have a dream, leading to violation of law and Stabby death. Several victims later, balance was restored. But that wasn't the end. For the 3ws, because of Never ending additions that allowed Sidorovich to tax dogfood at unbelievable stupidly, high rates. Unsurprisingly bloodsuckers fought stealthily, surprising even when they try BOLT HOLD OPEN on Duty and shamelessly descend into song and dance and pansexual merrymaking making everyone flee the premises, compromising many unlovable stalkers who acquired BOLT, but no HOLD OPEN PARATROOPER MAGS THAT AREN'T CLIPS NOR IS THE END OF A.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~ No, Karc. You won at life! In Sid's thong! NO U, cried Oleg Gusarov tearfully as he tried to dislodge the cancer of Siddy during Siddy Time featuring Siddy and dancing bloodsuckers in tuxedos with little bowler hats OH SHIIIIIIIIIIII- was the Shazbot! SHAZBOT! Shazbot! What bot? Asked Pavel pretentiously, pulling parallel partition plates of spinach and amiable, advancing Argonauts, assaulted almost anything. But even it wasn't enough to stop the flood for Fyodor, fluent in the ways of being an amazing singer like John Proctor, maid of honour to a raging bloodsucker and an overweight Sidorovich who laid out a picnic but forgot lichen which ruined everything! Vodka and sausage were the only diddly dum diddly. Small chinese men have very small pet gerbils who like crapping on Kuntsev. The fleshes that became mature thanks to Kuntsev and his impressive large black rooster. The need for speed and condoms but also titsnorks and sexy bloodsuckers grew at astronomical rates, making stalkers buy Siddy time. Noooooooooooooooooooo, cried the motherfucking driving examiner as his jet pack fell on explosive and mentally challenging time of OPPA GANGNAM STYLE. That ended with lot's of Koreans eating flapjacks under hail of bullets... Stop, that's racist! But it isn't made of potatoes. I heard they worship the Monolith in China, because many, many earwigs offering all types of ancient medicinal properties, such as explosive anal leakage causing banage of Johnny Flynn music and other related post-apocalyptic music styles that shocked old hag controllers who pilot roflcopters. Also, no references to diet sausage knives. The one GET to get them OUTTA HERE STALKER! USER WAS BANNED for being cool story bro! Material.
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Narwhals and knights fight the dark unicorn knight of salmon. The Batman likes Robin's nipples. The love for applesauce vinaigrette was like do you shoba do wop! Bill Cosby king OF THE MOTHERLAND! You mean Tzar. Nope. President Cosby. In deep space, nobody can hear the sad camel, 13K GET BITCH! 999 post later people began talking about unusual precedents placed partial people quite like Sidorovich who talked the hell outta everybody until they began talking back rudely about dogfood and canned controller brains and the effects of the cacti on the dictators sensitive areas of jellyfish sting mutations that looked like Sidorovich's ugly face jacket which is covering his baldness and his awful monkey genes while cheeki breeki stalkers danced like incredible and glorious winged grenades ready to howdy the ho's. I got 99 out of 1000 and I ain't gonna dance no merry Irish jig. Science has proved the Zone's stupidity was growing rapidly. Ferret cheeki breeki'd George bush's pine outta this world fresh whipped cream smothered over him. The pony horse was Stalin's battlemount, glorious and resplendent in it's ways. Ibrahim helps people clean guns for weeks on end, allowing deceased stalkers to thriller dance like drunk penguins in the midst of a reptile dance party, clinging to Kuntsev's old construction set, which wasn't working well due to unforeseen problems caused by my late posting. Kim Jong Un one afternoon attacked peaceful town of Galapagos while General Galapagosian screamed bloody murder due to the budget problems on Galapagos Islands, meanwhile the Monolith's handsome sorcerer rolled a joint so 349 post left, until critical mass. Sidorovich loved Barkeep because purple elephants fight with dragons. Imagine Dragons' music is terrible. Ten out of nine Stalkers get out of car crashes a'deaded, for such as running around without legs, leading packs of Sidoroviches into noble combat against Stark armies. The need to get 69 posts because that is an awesome number, nine and sixty, sixty and nine, something like that. A new mission has been issued, is it siddytime? No, not yet...
Not ever.
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But... In the meantime... 'Twas Brillig and we had better wenches and mead to drink ourselves all night without
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Post by milch on Nov 1, 2013 13:57:17 GMT -5
THEY MAKE ME, MAKE ME DREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAM UNTHINKABLE HORRORS WHEN you eat green eggs and ham. The resulting song was a result of results like LIFE IS LIFE. That was proven by LIFE itself. What isn't proven is that Siddy makes good deals or banana pancakes. Bananas? In the end of the Zone were serious crimes, punishable by Fjodor Fjodorovich's remarkably neat dinner set. Winter in the wanker wonderland came hard into our lovely Zone. But not as hard as Jericho came after seeing the disaster left by BPM when she kicked Karcentric 's butt. Who in retaliation made her go on a quest to make a SANDVICH like no-other. Sadly, she died. Thus the SANDVICH died of cancer. Cancer of the- STOP.
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Mormon time. After slaughtering Mormons, intrepid heroes made amazing rap about tildes and soggy biscuits. Disturbed by test post lies, sense was lost via Duty Oath. Mentally scarring rookies eat tinned foods like a boss. Oh, Monolith... we... we... um... what? Centre of Pripyat makes for great holiday location for picnics at midnight with rapist controllers forgetting the SANDVICHES!As rainbow colored colours creatively conflicted with Peregrine's tortured hair do, falling massive critical mass upon ignition began to sputter and die, a rainbow through Drakon's ass causing stalkers to worship the Svobodalith while the monolith appeared suddenly from breakfast with cthulhu and fell before Karcentric's DAMNED FEET. Which were wearing pretty fly flip-flops, start running, NOW SON! NOW! Said stare dad after the bottle o'scotch was broken. Vodka is like Skype good when it's served cold with two, tempered bloodsucker's quite the gourmet meal for the Bar's menu, which is quite sexist since there isn't female dishes for there aren't any female stalkers stalking the zone. Thankfully as they are using everything for Lutiy's unexpected return which might happen, has happened actually, though some of the less thoughtful ZSG RPers didn't know when the mighty Lutiy came from. They did, however have a dream, leading to violation of law and Stabby death. Several victims later, balance was restored. But that wasn't the end. For the 3ws, because of Never ending additions that allowed Sidorovich to tax dogfood at unbelievable stupidly, high rates. Unsurprisingly bloodsuckers fought stealthily, surprising even when they try BOLT HOLD OPEN on Duty and shamelessly descend into song and dance and pansexual merrymaking making everyone flee the premises, compromising many unlovable stalkers who acquired BOLT, but no HOLD OPEN PARATROOPER MAGS THAT AREN'T CLIPS NOR IS THE END OF A.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~ No, Karc. You won at life! In Sid's thong! NO U, cried Oleg Gusarov tearfully as he tried to dislodge the cancer of Siddy during Siddy Time featuring Siddy and dancing bloodsuckers in tuxedos with little bowler hats OH SHIIIIIIIIIIII- was the Shazbot! SHAZBOT! Shazbot! What bot? Asked Pavel pretentiously, pulling parallel partition plates of spinach and amiable, advancing Argonauts, assaulted almost anything. But even it wasn't enough to stop the flood for Fyodor, fluent in the ways of being an amazing singer like John Proctor, maid of honour to a raging bloodsucker and an overweight Sidorovich who laid out a picnic but forgot lichen which ruined everything! Vodka and sausage were the only diddly dum diddly. Small chinese men have very small pet gerbils who like crapping on Kuntsev. The fleshes that became mature thanks to Kuntsev and his impressive large black rooster. The need for speed and condoms but also titsnorks and sexy bloodsuckers grew at astronomical rates, making stalkers buy Siddy time. Noooooooooooooooooooo, cried the motherfucking driving examiner as his jet pack fell on explosive and mentally challenging time of OPPA GANGNAM STYLE. That ended with lot's of Koreans eating flapjacks under hail of bullets... Stop, that's racist! But it isn't made of potatoes. I heard they worship the Monolith in China, because many, many earwigs offering all types of ancient medicinal properties, such as explosive anal leakage causing banage of Johnny Flynn music and other related post-apocalyptic music styles that shocked old hag controllers who pilot roflcopters. Also, no references to diet sausage knives. The one GET to get them OUTTA HERE STALKER! USER WAS BANNED for being cool story bro! Material.
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Narwhals and knights fight the dark unicorn knight of salmon. The Batman likes Robin's nipples. The love for applesauce vinaigrette was like do you shoba do wop! Bill Cosby king OF THE MOTHERLAND! You mean Tzar. Nope. President Cosby. In deep space, nobody can hear the sad camel, 13K GET BITCH! 999 post later people began talking about unusual precedents placed partial people quite like Sidorovich who talked the hell outta everybody until they began talking back rudely about dogfood and canned controller brains and the effects of the cacti on the dictators sensitive areas of jellyfish sting mutations that looked like Sidorovich's ugly face jacket which is covering his baldness and his awful monkey genes while cheeki breeki stalkers danced like incredible and glorious winged grenades ready to howdy the ho's. I got 99 out of 1000 and I ain't gonna dance no merry Irish jig. Science has proved the Zone's stupidity was growing rapidly. Ferret cheeki breeki'd George bush's pine outta this world fresh whipped cream smothered over him. The pony horse was Stalin's battlemount, glorious and resplendent in it's ways. Ibrahim helps people clean guns for weeks on end, allowing deceased stalkers to thriller dance like drunk penguins in the midst of a reptile dance party, clinging to Kuntsev's old construction set, which wasn't working well due to unforeseen problems caused by my late posting. Kim Jong Un one afternoon attacked peaceful town of Galapagos while General Galapagosian screamed bloody murder due to the budget problems on Galapagos Islands, meanwhile the Monolith's handsome sorcerer rolled a joint so 349 post left, until critical mass. Sidorovich loved Barkeep because purple elephants fight with dragons. Imagine Dragons' music is terrible. Ten out of nine Stalkers get out of car crashes a'deaded, for such as running around without legs, leading packs of Sidoroviches into noble combat against Stark armies. The need to get 69 posts because that is an awesome number, nine and sixty, sixty and nine, something like that. A new mission has been issued, is it siddytime? No, not yet...
Not ever.
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But... In the meantime... 'Twas Brillig and we had better wenches and mead to drink ourselves all night without stopping to piss.
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Post by blackpapermoon on Nov 1, 2013 16:12:47 GMT -5
THEY MAKE ME, MAKE ME DREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAM UNTHINKABLE HORRORS WHEN you eat green eggs and ham. The resulting song was a result of results like LIFE IS LIFE. That was proven by LIFE itself. What isn't proven is that Siddy makes good deals or banana pancakes. Bananas? In the end of the Zone were serious crimes, punishable by Fjodor Fjodorovich's remarkably neat dinner set. Winter in the wanker wonderland came hard into our lovely Zone. But not as hard as Jericho came after seeing the disaster left by BPM when she kicked Karcentric 's butt. Who in retaliation made her go on a quest to make a SANDVICH like no-other. Sadly, she died. Thus the SANDVICH died of cancer. Cancer of the- STOP.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~
Mormon time. After slaughtering Mormons, intrepid heroes made amazing rap about tildes and soggy biscuits. Disturbed by test post lies, sense was lost via Duty Oath. Mentally scarring rookies eat tinned foods like a boss. Oh, Monolith... we... we... um... what? Centre of Pripyat makes for great holiday location for picnics at midnight with rapist controllers forgetting the SANDVICHES!As rainbow colored colours creatively conflicted with Peregrine's tortured hair do, falling massive critical mass upon ignition began to sputter and die, a rainbow through Drakon's ass causing stalkers to worship the Svobodalith while the monolith appeared suddenly from breakfast with cthulhu and fell before Karcentric's DAMNED FEET. Which were wearing pretty fly flip-flops, start running, NOW SON! NOW! Said stare dad after the bottle o'scotch was broken. Vodka is like Skype good when it's served cold with two, tempered bloodsucker's quite the gourmet meal for the Bar's menu, which is quite sexist since there isn't female dishes for there aren't any female stalkers stalking the zone. Thankfully as they are using everything for Lutiy's unexpected return which might happen, has happened actually, though some of the less thoughtful ZSG RPers didn't know when the mighty Lutiy came from. They did, however have a dream, leading to violation of law and Stabby death. Several victims later, balance was restored. But that wasn't the end. For the 3ws, because of Never ending additions that allowed Sidorovich to tax dogfood at unbelievable stupidly, high rates. Unsurprisingly bloodsuckers fought stealthily, surprising even when they try BOLT HOLD OPEN on Duty and shamelessly descend into song and dance and pansexual merrymaking making everyone flee the premises, compromising many unlovable stalkers who acquired BOLT, but no HOLD OPEN PARATROOPER MAGS THAT AREN'T CLIPS NOR IS THE END OF A.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~ No, Karc. You won at life! In Sid's thong! NO U, cried Oleg Gusarov tearfully as he tried to dislodge the cancer of Siddy during Siddy Time featuring Siddy and dancing bloodsuckers in tuxedos with little bowler hats OH SHIIIIIIIIIIII- was the Shazbot! SHAZBOT! Shazbot! What bot? Asked Pavel pretentiously, pulling parallel partition plates of spinach and amiable, advancing Argonauts, assaulted almost anything. But even it wasn't enough to stop the flood for Fyodor, fluent in the ways of being an amazing singer like John Proctor, maid of honour to a raging bloodsucker and an overweight Sidorovich who laid out a picnic but forgot lichen which ruined everything! Vodka and sausage were the only diddly dum diddly. Small chinese men have very small pet gerbils who like crapping on Kuntsev. The fleshes that became mature thanks to Kuntsev and his impressive large black rooster. The need for speed and condoms but also titsnorks and sexy bloodsuckers grew at astronomical rates, making stalkers buy Siddy time. Noooooooooooooooooooo, cried the motherfucking driving examiner as his jet pack fell on explosive and mentally challenging time of OPPA GANGNAM STYLE. That ended with lot's of Koreans eating flapjacks under hail of bullets... Stop, that's racist! But it isn't made of potatoes. I heard they worship the Monolith in China, because many, many earwigs offering all types of ancient medicinal properties, such as explosive anal leakage causing banage of Johnny Flynn music and other related post-apocalyptic music styles that shocked old hag controllers who pilot roflcopters. Also, no references to diet sausage knives. The one GET to get them OUTTA HERE STALKER! USER WAS BANNED for being cool story bro! Material.
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Narwhals and knights fight the dark unicorn knight of salmon. The Batman likes Robin's nipples. The love for applesauce vinaigrette was like do you shoba do wop! Bill Cosby king OF THE MOTHERLAND! You mean Tzar. Nope. President Cosby. In deep space, nobody can hear the sad camel, 13K GET BITCH! 999 post later people began talking about unusual precedents placed partial people quite like Sidorovich who talked the hell outta everybody until they began talking back rudely about dogfood and canned controller brains and the effects of the cacti on the dictators sensitive areas of jellyfish sting mutations that looked like Sidorovich's ugly face jacket which is covering his baldness and his awful monkey genes while cheeki breeki stalkers danced like incredible and glorious winged grenades ready to howdy the ho's. I got 99 out of 1000 and I ain't gonna dance no merry Irish jig. Science has proved the Zone's stupidity was growing rapidly. Ferret cheeki breeki'd George bush's pine outta this world fresh whipped cream smothered over him. The pony horse was Stalin's battlemount, glorious and resplendent in it's ways. Ibrahim helps people clean guns for weeks on end, allowing deceased stalkers to thriller dance like drunk penguins in the midst of a reptile dance party, clinging to Kuntsev's old construction set, which wasn't working well due to unforeseen problems caused by my late posting. Kim Jong Un one afternoon attacked peaceful town of Galapagos while General Galapagosian screamed bloody murder due to the budget problems on Galapagos Islands, meanwhile the Monolith's handsome sorcerer rolled a joint so 349 post left, until critical mass. Sidorovich loved Barkeep because purple elephants fight with dragons. Imagine Dragons' music is terrible. Ten out of nine Stalkers get out of car crashes a'deaded, for such as running around without legs, leading packs of Sidoroviches into noble combat against Stark armies. The need to get 69 posts because that is an awesome number, nine and sixty, sixty and nine, something like that. A new mission has been issued, is it siddytime? No, not yet...
Not ever.
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But... In the meantime... 'Twas Brillig and we had better wenches and mead to drink ourselves all night without stopping to piss. and yea bring
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Post by Karcentric on Sept 18, 2019 15:10:54 GMT -5
THEY MAKE ME, MAKE ME DREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAM UNTHINKABLE HORRORS WHEN you eat green eggs and ham. The resulting song was a result of results like LIFE IS LIFE. That was proven by LIFE itself. What isn't proven is that Siddy makes good deals or banana pancakes. Bananas? In the end of the Zone were serious crimes, punishable by Fjodor Fjodorovich's remarkably neat dinner set. Winter in the wanker wonderland came hard into our lovely Zone. But not as hard as Jericho came after seeing the disaster left by BPM when she kicked Karcentric 's butt. Who in retaliation made her go on a quest to make a SANDVICH like no-other. Sadly, she died. Thus the SANDVICH died of cancer. Cancer of the- STOP.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~
Mormon time. After slaughtering Mormons, intrepid heroes made amazing rap about tildes and soggy biscuits. Disturbed by test post lies, sense was lost via Duty Oath. Mentally scarring rookies eat tinned foods like a boss. Oh, Monolith... we... we... um... what? Centre of Pripyat makes for great holiday location for picnics at midnight with rapist controllers forgetting the SANDVICHES!As rainbow colored colours creatively conflicted with Peregrine's tortured hair do, falling massive critical mass upon ignition began to sputter and die, a rainbow through Drakon's ass causing stalkers to worship the Svobodalith while the monolith appeared suddenly from breakfast with cthulhu and fell before Karcentric's DAMNED FEET. Which were wearing pretty fly flip-flops, start running, NOW SON! NOW! Said stare dad after the bottle o'scotch was broken. Vodka is like Skype good when it's served cold with two, tempered bloodsucker's quite the gourmet meal for the Bar's menu, which is quite sexist since there isn't female dishes for there aren't any female stalkers stalking the zone. Thankfully as they are using everything for Lutiy's unexpected return which might happen, has happened actually, though some of the less thoughtful ZSG RPers didn't know when the mighty Lutiy came from. They did, however have a dream, leading to violation of law and Stabby death. Several victims later, balance was restored. But that wasn't the end. For the 3ws, because of Never ending additions that allowed Sidorovich to tax dogfood at unbelievable stupidly, high rates. Unsurprisingly bloodsuckers fought stealthily, surprising even when they try BOLT HOLD OPEN on Duty and shamelessly descend into song and dance and pansexual merrymaking making everyone flee the premises, compromising many unlovable stalkers who acquired BOLT, but no HOLD OPEN PARATROOPER MAGS THAT AREN'T CLIPS NOR IS THE END OF A.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~ No, Karc. You won at life! In Sid's thong! NO U, cried Oleg Gusarov tearfully as he tried to dislodge the cancer of Siddy during Siddy Time featuring Siddy and dancing bloodsuckers in tuxedos with little bowler hats OH SHIIIIIIIIIIII- was the Shazbot! SHAZBOT! Shazbot! What bot? Asked Pavel pretentiously, pulling parallel partition plates of spinach and amiable, advancing Argonauts, assaulted almost anything. But even it wasn't enough to stop the flood for Fyodor, fluent in the ways of being an amazing singer like John Proctor, maid of honour to a raging bloodsucker and an overweight Sidorovich who laid out a picnic but forgot lichen which ruined everything! Vodka and sausage were the only diddly dum diddly. Small chinese men have very small pet gerbils who like crapping on Kuntsev. The fleshes that became mature thanks to Kuntsev and his impressive large black rooster. The need for speed and condoms but also titsnorks and sexy bloodsuckers grew at astronomical rates, making stalkers buy Siddy time. Noooooooooooooooooooo, cried the motherfucking driving examiner as his jet pack fell on explosive and mentally challenging time of OPPA GANGNAM STYLE. That ended with lot's of Koreans eating flapjacks under hail of bullets... Stop, that's racist! But it isn't made of potatoes. I heard they worship the Monolith in China, because many, many earwigs offering all types of ancient medicinal properties, such as explosive anal leakage causing banage of Johnny Flynn music and other related post-apocalyptic music styles that shocked old hag controllers who pilot roflcopters. Also, no references to diet sausage knives. The one GET to get them OUTTA HERE STALKER! USER WAS BANNED for being cool story bro! Material.
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Narwhals and knights fight the dark unicorn knight of salmon. The Batman likes Robin's nipples. The love for applesauce vinaigrette was like do you shoba do wop! Bill Cosby king OF THE MOTHERLAND! You mean Tzar. Nope. President Cosby. In deep space, nobody can hear the sad camel, 13K GET BITCH! 999 post later people began talking about unusual precedents placed partial people quite like Sidorovich who talked the hell outta everybody until they began talking back rudely about dogfood and canned controller brains and the effects of the cacti on the dictators sensitive areas of jellyfish sting mutations that looked like Sidorovich's ugly face jacket which is covering his baldness and his awful monkey genes while cheeki breeki stalkers danced like incredible and glorious winged grenades ready to howdy the ho's. I got 99 out of 1000 and I ain't gonna dance no merry Irish jig. Science has proved the Zone's stupidity was growing rapidly. Ferret cheeki breeki'd George bush's pine outta this world fresh whipped cream smothered over him. The pony horse was Stalin's battlemount, glorious and resplendent in it's ways. Ibrahim helps people clean guns for weeks on end, allowing deceased stalkers to thriller dance like drunk penguins in the midst of a reptile dance party, clinging to Kuntsev's old construction set, which wasn't working well due to unforeseen problems caused by my late posting. Kim Jong Un one afternoon attacked peaceful town of Galapagos while General Galapagosian screamed bloody murder due to the budget problems on Galapagos Islands, meanwhile the Monolith's handsome sorcerer rolled a joint so 349 post left, until critical mass. Sidorovich loved Barkeep because purple elephants fight with dragons. Imagine Dragons' music is terrible. Ten out of nine Stalkers get out of car crashes a'deaded, for such as running around without legs, leading packs of Sidoroviches into noble combat against Stark armies. The need to get 69 posts because that is an awesome number, nine and sixty, sixty and nine, something like that. A new mission has been issued, is it siddytime? No, not yet...
Not ever.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~
But... In the meantime... 'Twas Brillig and we had better wenches and mead to drink ourselves all night without stopping to piss. and yea bring something regrettable here
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