Three Word Story, Volume 3

[Afterburner]

~Let's begin anew and try not to become a gibbering mass of BOLT HOLD OPEN. Fuck, that failed as BOLT HOLD took command of OPEN and spawned a terrible meme. The friendly zombie, detrats ot epyt sdrawkcab, tub stopped talking to budgies, removing unnecessary tildes, and tripping over new ganja shipments. Thankfully there was enough Swaziland for HOLT BOLD to get ONEP, but
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Fuck your paragraph.
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Fuck yours too. Strike 47 for the teapot team.
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After Senka dropped a big shite and got banned. There was little dispute to Dimitroff's itchy ban hammer, but there wasn't an extra line left for Ganja, who dropped two.


And began to procrastinate, terribly. Peanut brained Sidorovich, however, forgot where his Skogstroll's mighty sausage wasn't available for FOOL, leading to a trap for bears (which hadn't caused any trouble up until now. When suddenly a skeleton popped out brandishing Sidorovich's soggy bodily secretions, making noises that indicated erection was achieved. "Flee!" cried the sane, while YOU failed to run in a silly burn into the pit of eternal burination before someone said: "well, this certainly isn't the Russian bricks that I ate earlier, making for one interesting dinner conversation. "Pass the salt and here's your ["]. Mass quote confusion surely would confuse anyone except for the one who fucked your mother. With that lovely, this fact shocked several fuzeboxes, from here to Yantar. The radiators, however disturbed the flora, remove all vacuum or else the meme is broken. Sid's many lamas, misspelled horrifically by Zeno's internet browser. Sentence fragment pwnage. Is not only a tragedy, but also fucks up fucking fuckery, fucktard! "Дабай, Ара, всё!" Some drunk guy beat up emos, who were actually asking for it. An emergency evacuation of bowels lead to gulag tiem.
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In glorious CCCP paragraph starts you! Said the renowned, confirming the fact there was no fungi to be taken with tomatoes on the radiator. Once again, Sidorovich IS DEAD, because I HATE HIM and his DOGFOOD, SO FUCK HIM. Overly ambitious Carnage is awesome, so Pinnochio's nose grew. Carnage sitting on his awesome chair, missing one leg, is still awesome. For a flesh. Except on Wednesdays of broken sentences. FUCK YOU GUYS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! BOLT HOLD...NO YOU! Then Santa Claus invaded the pants of dead Sidorovich, gnolting mold tokens. But Chris Hansen didn't like the colour of the sex predator's car, so he planted a nuclear bomb up your arse. Clearasil ate children during Sidorovich variety exhibition in the main hall. Pepsi makes for tipsy cocktails when mixed with DOGFOOD sandvich will make you screw grammar in glorious CCCP, land of Sidorovich reign, unless he's dead... Which allows grammar to prosper successfully, ruining sentences everywhere wait, how? Grammar children like zombie goats. The stock market fell when BOLT OUT OF HERE YOU DAMNED MEMES. "Mission accomplished!" said the almighty BOLTER HOLDER OPENER grizzly bear troll, whose procrastination exemplars are unrivaled throughout. "Throughout what, exactly?" Asked the bear. "Throughout the world, you drunken buffoon!", answered the Illuminati. Limp Dick Gwajabba lol'd, causing untold horrors of lost games. However, the game wasn't lost, as Candlejack qui
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"That was interesting." One guy commented on the friendly Christmas zombie gambler who lost garters in the bottomless pit of marshmallows. Rogue Ganja salesmen plotted against Hutu, planning to steal Tutsi game plans. The only problem was Sidorovich: that he is dead didn't help business WITH FOGDOOD. Inconspicuous pygmy bandits infiltrated ingenious inaccessible infrastructures, indenting insulation induced increased artifact theft to tropical tracts, tyrannically thrashing Transylvanian triangular thresholds. Tolik took the timer, trying to teleport 500 posts ahead. But the telephone decided to fuck your mother. Thus, YOUR MOM WAS PHONE AND DEMONS YOU ARE THE. OLOL LOL'D THE LOLZY LOLRUS INTO LOSING it's Brain to Professor Sakharov in a game, "Doin' it WRONG" "NO U" mumbled the METAL BOXES OF ELECTRICAL POWER WITH ALL CAPS BEIN' PAWP'D, NEGGUH. WHACHOO LOOKIN AT? GARY MOTHERFUCKING OAK!
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Tildety tilde tilded smashed by picket crawled up your nose and sold countless wonders, procrastinating procrastination: that's right, he said procrastination!! Congruence is a bolt, held open against your face - cold, inexorable, unrelenting! Speaking about Sidorovich ordering Zeno pizza with disgusting salami for 17 000 rubles (the average stalker having to squat in a moldy stingy porridge salesman's bunker eating DOGFOOD sold by Sidorovich at BASTARD OVERPRICED ridiculous sidenote lengths) because it was topped with powdered Moonlight and Urchin, and a sideorder of Snorkshake bucket, Controller brains dip, and Flesh crackling ;ryyrtd djogyrf tohjy, "That was bananas." "Bullshit, bananas don't bend that way." The bartender shouted "FOOL" at Vanya, making him push Sidorovich's corpse into the X10 lab's Snork Construction Room which created Snorkosids and Sidorovich regenerated. Able to jump straight into a pit of molten fruit punch, creating BOLT HOLD SIDDIE, he quickly dismantled Karcentric's fecal grammar and shot two drugs: pentaendomonotodextrin and assaholomophrin, rapidly becoming bloated and irritable, enddasentencedammit! With that, Cthulhu pth'agn R'lyeh lolled.
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Karcentric's fecal grammar once again took hold over fucking your mother. Yes, Carnage's mother. And Afterburnzz's. Hard. Yes, Afterburnzz's dog. That's his mother. Actually, Carnageman's mother. Something truly terrible, yet SIDOROVICH IS DEAD FOR GOOD! Really now? Let's celebrate! HE REGENERATED! Bullshit, Sidoroviches don't exist. Or do Llamas just pop in out of nowhere, like BOLTS and HOLD OPEN being DOGFOOD. Auspicious, the mad bandit guru lead spies quickly succumbed to Kobura's fecal grammar. No fecal grammar could possibly match your mother's, though. Serial rapist Sidorovich definitely defiled her. These fragment sentences are as profound, as they are braindead due to having their brains fried in their skulls by the rebuilt Brain Scorcher. That was lame. Almost as lame as Ganja having a sandvich with Heavy Sidorovich guy, who was outsmarted. Not a hard thing to do, considering SIDOROVICH, the bastard, is dead. No, that's a Siddie, not a paraplegic fat bastard, who sells overpriced BASTARD radiators: 200 000 000 0 RU . Motherfucking rubles. Bastard. Ass. Random words.
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Once upon a midnight dreary, pissing, the mad bandit, was a lolcamel and sexy Sidorovich was a zombie that ZSG loved back to death because they're necrophiliacs. Not that it matters, Sidorovich regeneration gives you AIDS, osteoporosis and hemorrhoids. In other news Admin said MONOLITH! YES HE DID! Doing it wrong is a shame, and is WRONG. So stop it. So sexy Sidorovich, dying, proclaimed that he was leaving Nitro his bunker: Due to alcoholic poisoning by Cardan, this was exceptional. Or was it? Sure it was, but was WRONG. God, too wrong, like beer milkshakes or carrot flavored radioactive zombie herpes. Definitely not the best choice around here. What is this shit?! Cried the clone of MAH BOI, STRIVING TO GET DINNER. BUT ALAS, DINNER WAS ALREADY SERVED! And Vano said "My nose has melted into the orange flesh eye, and the Sidorovich stockpiles have dwindled, leaving him with Trololo peanut butter. Basically, everyone's in Pripyat, eating spam bought from Sidorovich." without drawing breath! BOLT HOLD OPEN will save us from Voronin's satanic ways, leaving him, Zhorik's mutated daughter and her radiator. Garik's rap battle failed to impress MC Docent Suslov: the alpha and omega of rap (if not counting Sidorovich's mix tape, sold at BASTARD, BULLSHIT, FUCKING EXPENSIVE Judenstrudelberg sponsored stores)
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After his lengthy length penetrated all sorts of bullshit polka dancing bandits)<- THE FUCKING COLON IS HAUNTING ME! Well, seeing that Skogstroll drew his, looked at it and ate some unnecessary commas, we performed tonsillectomy, vasectomy, lobotomy and autobiography. Chef, the chef was an Anarchist. Suprisingly enough. "Word!" Replied the only friendly dancing zombie, holding bolts open. Communisation was implemented without any sauce spread over the Diet Sausage and the tildes in Simple Snow's basement, flooded by diarrhea and vodka, which taste good together. As long as the stool's fresh. I wat'd.
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Short stroke pistons stroke striking prickly pork, pounding pans set seldom a sellable Sidorovich prices, poking with prickly penetrators, seeking somnambulist sonatas. Powerful, submersible septic serpentine synchronics sway TO THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH SHITTY MUSICALS. Back In The USSR there was this girl that I kinda liked, but she was sent a letter which demolished her house, making rape the primary food source, ruling her out. Saddened by this, several bandits killed me and cut an apple into 5 pieces, leaving me to resurrect another Sidorovich clone. "DAMMIT MORE SIDOROVICH!", she yelled when MC Docent Suslov played a commercial video with DJ Garik naked in OG Father Valerian's Loner Camp love tub and jacuzzi, with bloodsuckers and fleshes in catsuits. When the vodka charged, shouting "FOOL!" at Mr.T who, taking in a room full of strange antics, joined with Zulu, sounddocking a vodka bottle in a way guaranteed to cause untold mayhem, runny stools and intense cranial hemorrhaging. For those concerned, GET IN HERE, STALKER! GET OUT OF MY DREAMS! Jump into the goatse with the snorks, releasing mixtapes , rapping to the cabaret of Poker to DJ Garik's beats, inducing long lasting addictions to Wu Tang's last meal. Respectively, NUKULAR SHROOMZ and ice cream led to this.

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FIRST MATE SIDOROVICH! DROP AND GIVE ME NINETY THOUSAND OF YOUR HARDEST PSEUDODOG TAILS AND OVERPRICED BASTARD SUITS. SUDDENLY, DISCO DANCE DIMITROFF DROPPED DOWN, ALL THE SINGLE, DATING, AND WEDDED SIDOROVICH LOOK ALIKES ALLOWED ADDITIONAL ADDITIVES AT ALLOTED ADDICTIVE ASSIGNED ANTISOCIAL ANABIOTICS ADDICTIVE ALOTTED AROUND ANONYMOUS ANIMAL APTITUDES. AIMING AN AK AT AN ANTONOV, ALEX ARSEFACEY ANNIHILATED ANASTASIA'S AILING AUNTS. AFTER ABNORMALLY ANGERING ANDROPOV, ALEX AIDED AARDVARKS' AUSPICIOUS ADVANCES ALTERING ALEX'S ACTING ALL AGAINST AKSU ABOVE AUSTRALIA AMIABLY ALTERING AUGMENTED ASTERISKS. ANDROPOV APPLIED ALEX'S, effectively stopping this.
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In capitalist America URGL BRGLS YOU! This is because orange flavoured snorks worship their Monoliths like crazy polar and bipolar Svoboda members who forgot to hate to create Sidorovich clones and love their snorks with tits. "SNORKS WITH TITS?!", General Voronin demanded sauce, seeing how kiddiot spammers invaded OH DUDE SNORKS WITH TITS is YEARNING FOR BANNAGE by zombiefyed traders who wear stockings on their arms cause their legs were dissolved by Carnage's absinthe cocktail and fruit punch mix, which was swimming in urine, like, dude, like, a wild Sidorovich just jumped off an oak, dying almost completely. But Sidorovich regeneration BOLTS THE COFFIN OF HOLD OPEN, thereforeby incapacitating all surrounding bagel-eating Sidorovichs, forcing PRICE CUTS! ON OVERPRICED SUITS! No fucking way... YES FUCKING WAY, ONLY 59,999RU, 99 COPECKS! HOW CAN YOU RESIST THE SIDOROLITH? Quite easily actually, considering SIDDIE NEVER HAD A SHRINE, only three temples. Made of stinking OLD MAN BACKGROUNDS, WHICH ARE DISGUSTING AND DECREPIT HORRIBLE, raping eyes everywhere. So brave Skogstroll did a RickRoll, drew his mighty awesome Niggamortis LP with its PINGAS , PENDOUS, PIENDISH, PINESS, all while screaming: SHIT ON SIDOROVICH, say what honky? Fuck all holes of bovine excrement. Fuck dat shit.
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BASTARD SIDOROVICH fans continued price gouging, shitting kopecks and brown-nosing Sidorovich. Who deserved it. Wait, is that -HOLD THAT BOLT! TOO MUCH CANCER! OR IS IHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG-

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The previous paragraph was shorter than Mitay's Sidorovich boner towards the uncanny stalker who was collecting Rule 63 to his precious snorks, adding TITS, being slapped in the face by an unbelievably mighty man-sausage from Sidorovich fan club and stopped his silly shit. Soodooroovooch! Hovong collod Morkod one, time again, Dragunov stopped picking his nose. I had a knife, somewhere, a knife! "WHICH SPARROW STOLE FEATHERS FOR ITS FECAL GRAMMAR NEST?", yelled Adder at Maginot's rather disloyal display of assholery through incredulous dullard-like drinking skills. Behind your backs, admins were planning something, like permabannage or inhumation with maximum efficiency, agility, weed killer and Trololo murderous BASTARD cakes

[jeniskunk]

~Let's begin anew and try not to become a gibbering mass of BOLT HOLD OPEN. Fuck, that failed as BOLT HOLD took command of OPEN and spawned a terrible meme. The friendly zombie, detrats ot epyt sdrawkcab, tub stopped talking to budgies, removing unnecessary tildes, and tripping over new ganja shipments. Thankfully there was enough Swaziland for HOLT BOLD to get ONEP, but
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Fuck your paragraph.
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Fuck yours too. Strike 47 for the teapot team.
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After Senka dropped a big shite and got banned. There was little dispute to Dimitroff's itchy ban hammer, but there wasn't an extra line left for Ganja, who dropped two.


And began to procrastinate, terribly. Peanut brained Sidorovich, however, forgot where his Skogstroll's mighty sausage wasn't available for FOOL, leading to a trap for bears (which hadn't caused any trouble up until now. When suddenly a skeleton popped out brandishing Sidorovich's soggy bodily secretions, making noises that indicated erection was achieved. "Flee!" cried the sane, while YOU failed to run in a silly burn into the pit of eternal burination before someone said: "well, this certainly isn't the Russian bricks that I ate earlier, making for one interesting dinner conversation. "Pass the salt and here's your ["]. Mass quote confusion surely would confuse anyone except for the one who fucked your mother. With that lovely, this fact shocked several fuzeboxes, from here to Yantar. The radiators, however disturbed the flora, remove all vacuum or else the meme is broken. Sid's many lamas, misspelled horrifically by Zeno's internet browser. Sentence fragment pwnage. Is not only a tragedy, but also fucks up fucking fuckery, fucktard! "Дабай, Ара, всё!" Some drunk guy beat up emos, who were actually asking for it. An emergency evacuation of bowels lead to gulag tiem.
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In glorious CCCP paragraph starts you! Said the renowned, confirming the fact there was no fungi to be taken with tomatoes on the radiator. Once again, Sidorovich IS DEAD, because I HATE HIM and his DOGFOOD, SO FUCK HIM. Overly ambitious Carnage is awesome, so Pinnochio's nose grew. Carnage sitting on his awesome chair, missing one leg, is still awesome. For a flesh. Except on Wednesdays of broken sentences. FUCK YOU GUYS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! BOLT HOLD...NO YOU! Then Santa Claus invaded the pants of dead Sidorovich, gnolting mold tokens. But Chris Hansen didn't like the colour of the sex predator's car, so he planted a nuclear bomb up your arse. Clearasil ate children during Sidorovich variety exhibition in the main hall. Pepsi makes for tipsy cocktails when mixed with DOGFOOD sandvich will make you screw grammar in glorious CCCP, land of Sidorovich reign, unless he's dead... Which allows grammar to prosper successfully, ruining sentences everywhere wait, how? Grammar children like zombie goats. The stock market fell when BOLT OUT OF HERE YOU DAMNED MEMES. "Mission accomplished!" said the almighty BOLTER HOLDER OPENER grizzly bear troll, whose procrastination exemplars are unrivaled throughout. "Throughout what, exactly?" Asked the bear. "Throughout the world, you drunken buffoon!", answered the Illuminati. Limp Dick Gwajabba lol'd, causing untold horrors of lost games. However, the game wasn't lost, as Candlejack qui
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"That was interesting." One guy commented on the friendly Christmas zombie gambler who lost garters in the bottomless pit of marshmallows. Rogue Ganja salesmen plotted against Hutu, planning to steal Tutsi game plans. The only problem was Sidorovich: that he is dead didn't help business WITH FOGDOOD. Inconspicuous pygmy bandits infiltrated ingenious inaccessible infrastructures, indenting insulation induced increased artifact theft to tropical tracts, tyrannically thrashing Transylvanian triangular thresholds. Tolik took the timer, trying to teleport 500 posts ahead. But the telephone decided to fuck your mother. Thus, YOUR MOM WAS PHONE AND DEMONS YOU ARE THE. OLOL LOL'D THE LOLZY LOLRUS INTO LOSING it's Brain to Professor Sakharov in a game, "Doin' it WRONG" "NO U" mumbled the METAL BOXES OF ELECTRICAL POWER WITH ALL CAPS BEIN' PAWP'D, NEGGUH. WHACHOO LOOKIN AT? GARY MOTHERFUCKING OAK!
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Tildety tilde tilded smashed by picket crawled up your nose and sold countless wonders, procrastinating procrastination: that's right, he said procrastination!! Congruence is a bolt, held open against your face - cold, inexorable, unrelenting! Speaking about Sidorovich ordering Zeno pizza with disgusting salami for 17 000 rubles (the average stalker having to squat in a moldy stingy porridge salesman's bunker eating DOGFOOD sold by Sidorovich at BASTARD OVERPRICED ridiculous sidenote lengths) because it was topped with powdered Moonlight and Urchin, and a sideorder of Snorkshake bucket, Controller brains dip, and Flesh crackling ;ryyrtd djogyrf tohjy, "That was bananas." "Bullshit, bananas don't bend that way." The bartender shouted "FOOL" at Vanya, making him push Sidorovich's corpse into the X10 lab's Snork Construction Room which created Snorkosids and Sidorovich regenerated. Able to jump straight into a pit of molten fruit punch, creating BOLT HOLD SIDDIE, he quickly dismantled Karcentric's fecal grammar and shot two drugs: pentaendomonotodextrin and assaholomophrin, rapidly becoming bloated and irritable, enddasentencedammit! With that, Cthulhu pth'agn R'lyeh lolled.
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Karcentric's fecal grammar once again took hold over fucking your mother. Yes, Carnage's mother. And Afterburnzz's. Hard. Yes, Afterburnzz's dog. That's his mother. Actually, Carnageman's mother. Something truly terrible, yet SIDOROVICH IS DEAD FOR GOOD! Really now? Let's celebrate! HE REGENERATED! Bullshit, Sidoroviches don't exist. Or do Llamas just pop in out of nowhere, like BOLTS and HOLD OPEN being DOGFOOD. Auspicious, the mad bandit guru lead spies quickly succumbed to Kobura's fecal grammar. No fecal grammar could possibly match your mother's, though. Serial rapist Sidorovich definitely defiled her. These fragment sentences are as profound, as they are braindead due to having their brains fried in their skulls by the rebuilt Brain Scorcher. That was lame. Almost as lame as Ganja having a sandvich with Heavy Sidorovich guy, who was outsmarted. Not a hard thing to do, considering SIDOROVICH, the bastard, is dead. No, that's a Siddie, not a paraplegic fat bastard, who sells overpriced BASTARD radiators: 200 000 000 0 RU . Motherfucking rubles. Bastard. Ass. Random words.
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Once upon a midnight dreary, pissing, the mad bandit, was a lolcamel and sexy Sidorovich was a zombie that ZSG loved back to death because they're necrophiliacs. Not that it matters, Sidorovich regeneration gives you AIDS, osteoporosis and hemorrhoids. In other news Admin said MONOLITH! YES HE DID! Doing it wrong is a shame, and is WRONG. So stop it. So sexy Sidorovich, dying, proclaimed that he was leaving Nitro his bunker: Due to alcoholic poisoning by Cardan, this was exceptional. Or was it? Sure it was, but was WRONG. God, too wrong, like beer milkshakes or carrot flavored radioactive zombie herpes. Definitely not the best choice around here. What is this shit?! Cried the clone of MAH BOI, STRIVING TO GET DINNER. BUT ALAS, DINNER WAS ALREADY SERVED! And Vano said "My nose has melted into the orange flesh eye, and the Sidorovich stockpiles have dwindled, leaving him with Trololo peanut butter. Basically, everyone's in Pripyat, eating spam bought from Sidorovich." without drawing breath! BOLT HOLD OPEN will save us from Voronin's satanic ways, leaving him, Zhorik's mutated daughter and her radiator. Garik's rap battle failed to impress MC Docent Suslov: the alpha and omega of rap (if not counting Sidorovich's mix tape, sold at BASTARD, BULLSHIT, FUCKING EXPENSIVE Judenstrudelberg sponsored stores)
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After his lengthy length penetrated all sorts of bullshit polka dancing bandits)<- THE FUCKING COLON IS HAUNTING ME! Well, seeing that Skogstroll drew his, looked at it and ate some unnecessary commas, we performed tonsillectomy, vasectomy, lobotomy and autobiography. Chef, the chef was an Anarchist. Suprisingly enough. "Word!" Replied the only friendly dancing zombie, holding bolts open. Communisation was implemented without any sauce spread over the Diet Sausage and the tildes in Simple Snow's basement, flooded by diarrhea and vodka, which taste good together. As long as the stool's fresh. I wat'd.
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Short stroke pistons stroke striking prickly pork, pounding pans set seldom a sellable Sidorovich prices, poking with prickly penetrators, seeking somnambulist sonatas. Powerful, submersible septic serpentine synchronics sway TO THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH SHITTY MUSICALS. Back In The USSR there was this girl that I kinda liked, but she was sent a letter which demolished her house, making rape the primary food source, ruling her out. Saddened by this, several bandits killed me and cut an apple into 5 pieces, leaving me to resurrect another Sidorovich clone. "DAMMIT MORE SIDOROVICH!", she yelled when MC Docent Suslov played a commercial video with DJ Garik naked in OG Father Valerian's Loner Camp love tub and jacuzzi, with bloodsuckers and fleshes in catsuits. When the vodka charged, shouting "FOOL!" at Mr.T who, taking in a room full of strange antics, joined with Zulu, sounddocking a vodka bottle in a way guaranteed to cause untold mayhem, runny stools and intense cranial hemorrhaging. For those concerned, GET IN HERE, STALKER! GET OUT OF MY DREAMS! Jump into the goatse with the snorks, releasing mixtapes , rapping to the cabaret of Poker to DJ Garik's beats, inducing long lasting addictions to Wu Tang's last meal. Respectively, NUKULAR SHROOMZ and ice cream led to this.

.

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FIRST MATE SIDOROVICH! DROP AND GIVE ME NINETY THOUSAND OF YOUR HARDEST PSEUDODOG TAILS AND OVERPRICED BASTARD SUITS. SUDDENLY, DISCO DANCE DIMITROFF DROPPED DOWN, ALL THE SINGLE, DATING, AND WEDDED SIDOROVICH LOOK ALIKES ALLOWED ADDITIONAL ADDITIVES AT ALLOTED ADDICTIVE ASSIGNED ANTISOCIAL ANABIOTICS ADDICTIVE ALOTTED AROUND ANONYMOUS ANIMAL APTITUDES. AIMING AN AK AT AN ANTONOV, ALEX ARSEFACEY ANNIHILATED ANASTASIA'S AILING AUNTS. AFTER ABNORMALLY ANGERING ANDROPOV, ALEX AIDED AARDVARKS' AUSPICIOUS ADVANCES ALTERING ALEX'S ACTING ALL AGAINST AKSU ABOVE AUSTRALIA AMIABLY ALTERING AUGMENTED ASTERISKS. ANDROPOV APPLIED ALEX'S, effectively stopping this.
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In capitalist America URGL BRGLS YOU! This is because orange flavoured snorks worship their Monoliths like crazy polar and bipolar Svoboda members who forgot to hate to create Sidorovich clones and love their snorks with tits. "SNORKS WITH TITS?!", General Voronin demanded sauce, seeing how kiddiot spammers invaded OH DUDE SNORKS WITH TITS is YEARNING FOR BANNAGE by zombiefyed traders who wear stockings on their arms cause their legs were dissolved by Carnage's absinthe cocktail and fruit punch mix, which was swimming in urine, like, dude, like, a wild Sidorovich just jumped off an oak, dying almost completely. But Sidorovich regeneration BOLTS THE COFFIN OF HOLD OPEN, thereforeby incapacitating all surrounding bagel-eating Sidorovichs, forcing PRICE CUTS! ON OVERPRICED SUITS! No fucking way... YES FUCKING WAY, ONLY 59,999RU, 99 COPECKS! HOW CAN YOU RESIST THE SIDOROLITH? Quite easily actually, considering SIDDIE NEVER HAD A SHRINE, only three temples. Made of stinking OLD MAN BACKGROUNDS, WHICH ARE DISGUSTING AND DECREPIT HORRIBLE, raping eyes everywhere. So brave Skogstroll did a RickRoll, drew his mighty awesome Niggamortis LP with its PINGAS , PENDOUS, PIENDISH, PINESS, all while screaming: SHIT ON SIDOROVICH, say what honky? Fuck all holes of bovine excrement. Fuck dat shit.
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BASTARD SIDOROVICH fans continued price gouging, shitting kopecks and brown-nosing Sidorovich. Who deserved it. Wait, is that -HOLD THAT BOLT! TOO MUCH CANCER! OR IS IHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG-

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The previous paragraph was shorter than Mitay's Sidorovich boner towards the uncanny stalker who was collecting Rule 63 to his precious snorks, adding TITS, being slapped in the face by an unbelievably mighty man-sausage from Sidorovich fan club and stopped his silly shit. Soodooroovooch! Hovong collod Morkod one, time again, Dragunov stopped picking his nose. I had a knife, somewhere, a knife! "WHICH SPARROW STOLE FEATHERS FOR ITS FECAL GRAMMAR NEST?", yelled Adder at Maginot's rather disloyal display of assholery through incredulous dullard-like drinking skills. Behind your backs, admins were planning something, like permabannage or inhumation with maximum efficiency, agility, weed killer and Trololo murderous BASTARD cakes of soap flakes

[Afterburner]

~Let's begin anew and try not to become a gibbering mass of BOLT HOLD OPEN. Fuck, that failed as BOLT HOLD took command of OPEN and spawned a terrible meme. The friendly zombie, detrats ot epyt sdrawkcab, tub stopped talking to budgies, removing unnecessary tildes, and tripping over new ganja shipments. Thankfully there was enough Swaziland for HOLT BOLD to get ONEP, but
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Fuck your paragraph.
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Fuck yours too. Strike 47 for the teapot team.
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After Senka dropped a big shite and got banned. There was little dispute to Dimitroff's itchy ban hammer, but there wasn't an extra line left for Ganja, who dropped two.


And began to procrastinate, terribly. Peanut brained Sidorovich, however, forgot where his Skogstroll's mighty sausage wasn't available for FOOL, leading to a trap for bears (which hadn't caused any trouble up until now. When suddenly a skeleton popped out brandishing Sidorovich's soggy bodily secretions, making noises that indicated erection was achieved. "Flee!" cried the sane, while YOU failed to run in a silly burn into the pit of eternal burination before someone said: "well, this certainly isn't the Russian bricks that I ate earlier, making for one interesting dinner conversation. "Pass the salt and here's your ["]. Mass quote confusion surely would confuse anyone except for the one who fucked your mother. With that lovely, this fact shocked several fuzeboxes, from here to Yantar. The radiators, however disturbed the flora, remove all vacuum or else the meme is broken. Sid's many lamas, misspelled horrifically by Zeno's internet browser. Sentence fragment pwnage. Is not only a tragedy, but also fucks up fucking fuckery, fucktard! "Дабай, Ара, всё!" Some drunk guy beat up emos, who were actually asking for it. An emergency evacuation of bowels lead to gulag tiem.
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In glorious CCCP paragraph starts you! Said the renowned, confirming the fact there was no fungi to be taken with tomatoes on the radiator. Once again, Sidorovich IS DEAD, because I HATE HIM and his DOGFOOD, SO FUCK HIM. Overly ambitious Carnage is awesome, so Pinnochio's nose grew. Carnage sitting on his awesome chair, missing one leg, is still awesome. For a flesh. Except on Wednesdays of broken sentences. FUCK YOU GUYS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! BOLT HOLD...NO YOU! Then Santa Claus invaded the pants of dead Sidorovich, gnolting mold tokens. But Chris Hansen didn't like the colour of the sex predator's car, so he planted a nuclear bomb up your arse. Clearasil ate children during Sidorovich variety exhibition in the main hall. Pepsi makes for tipsy cocktails when mixed with DOGFOOD sandvich will make you screw grammar in glorious CCCP, land of Sidorovich reign, unless he's dead... Which allows grammar to prosper successfully, ruining sentences everywhere wait, how? Grammar children like zombie goats. The stock market fell when BOLT OUT OF HERE YOU DAMNED MEMES. "Mission accomplished!" said the almighty BOLTER HOLDER OPENER grizzly bear troll, whose procrastination exemplars are unrivaled throughout. "Throughout what, exactly?" Asked the bear. "Throughout the world, you drunken buffoon!", answered the Illuminati. Limp Dick Gwajabba lol'd, causing untold horrors of lost games. However, the game wasn't lost, as Candlejack qui
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"That was interesting." One guy commented on the friendly Christmas zombie gambler who lost garters in the bottomless pit of marshmallows. Rogue Ganja salesmen plotted against Hutu, planning to steal Tutsi game plans. The only problem was Sidorovich: that he is dead didn't help business WITH FOGDOOD. Inconspicuous pygmy bandits infiltrated ingenious inaccessible infrastructures, indenting insulation induced increased artifact theft to tropical tracts, tyrannically thrashing Transylvanian triangular thresholds. Tolik took the timer, trying to teleport 500 posts ahead. But the telephone decided to fuck your mother. Thus, YOUR MOM WAS PHONE AND DEMONS YOU ARE THE. OLOL LOL'D THE LOLZY LOLRUS INTO LOSING it's Brain to Professor Sakharov in a game, "Doin' it WRONG" "NO U" mumbled the METAL BOXES OF ELECTRICAL POWER WITH ALL CAPS BEIN' PAWP'D, NEGGUH. WHACHOO LOOKIN AT? GARY MOTHERFUCKING OAK!
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Tildety tilde tilded smashed by picket crawled up your nose and sold countless wonders, procrastinating procrastination: that's right, he said procrastination!! Congruence is a bolt, held open against your face - cold, inexorable, unrelenting! Speaking about Sidorovich ordering Zeno pizza with disgusting salami for 17 000 rubles (the average stalker having to squat in a moldy stingy porridge salesman's bunker eating DOGFOOD sold by Sidorovich at BASTARD OVERPRICED ridiculous sidenote lengths) because it was topped with powdered Moonlight and Urchin, and a sideorder of Snorkshake bucket, Controller brains dip, and Flesh crackling ;ryyrtd djogyrf tohjy, "That was bananas." "Bullshit, bananas don't bend that way." The bartender shouted "FOOL" at Vanya, making him push Sidorovich's corpse into the X10 lab's Snork Construction Room which created Snorkosids and Sidorovich regenerated. Able to jump straight into a pit of molten fruit punch, creating BOLT HOLD SIDDIE, he quickly dismantled Karcentric's fecal grammar and shot two drugs: pentaendomonotodextrin and assaholomophrin, rapidly becoming bloated and irritable, enddasentencedammit! With that, Cthulhu pth'agn R'lyeh lolled.
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Karcentric's fecal grammar once again took hold over fucking your mother. Yes, Carnage's mother. And Afterburnzz's. Hard. Yes, Afterburnzz's dog. That's his mother. Actually, Carnageman's mother. Something truly terrible, yet SIDOROVICH IS DEAD FOR GOOD! Really now? Let's celebrate! HE REGENERATED! Bullshit, Sidoroviches don't exist. Or do Llamas just pop in out of nowhere, like BOLTS and HOLD OPEN being DOGFOOD. Auspicious, the mad bandit guru lead spies quickly succumbed to Kobura's fecal grammar. No fecal grammar could possibly match your mother's, though. Serial rapist Sidorovich definitely defiled her. These fragment sentences are as profound, as they are braindead due to having their brains fried in their skulls by the rebuilt Brain Scorcher. That was lame. Almost as lame as Ganja having a sandvich with Heavy Sidorovich guy, who was outsmarted. Not a hard thing to do, considering SIDOROVICH, the bastard, is dead. No, that's a Siddie, not a paraplegic fat bastard, who sells overpriced BASTARD radiators: 200 000 000 0 RU . Motherfucking rubles. Bastard. Ass. Random words.
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Once upon a midnight dreary, pissing, the mad bandit, was a lolcamel and sexy Sidorovich was a zombie that ZSG loved back to death because they're necrophiliacs. Not that it matters, Sidorovich regeneration gives you AIDS, osteoporosis and hemorrhoids. In other news Admin said MONOLITH! YES HE DID! Doing it wrong is a shame, and is WRONG. So stop it. So sexy Sidorovich, dying, proclaimed that he was leaving Nitro his bunker: Due to alcoholic poisoning by Cardan, this was exceptional. Or was it? Sure it was, but was WRONG. God, too wrong, like beer milkshakes or carrot flavored radioactive zombie herpes. Definitely not the best choice around here. What is this shit?! Cried the clone of MAH BOI, STRIVING TO GET DINNER. BUT ALAS, DINNER WAS ALREADY SERVED! And Vano said "My nose has melted into the orange flesh eye, and the Sidorovich stockpiles have dwindled, leaving him with Trololo peanut butter. Basically, everyone's in Pripyat, eating spam bought from Sidorovich." without drawing breath! BOLT HOLD OPEN will save us from Voronin's satanic ways, leaving him, Zhorik's mutated daughter and her radiator. Garik's rap battle failed to impress MC Docent Suslov: the alpha and omega of rap (if not counting Sidorovich's mix tape, sold at BASTARD, BULLSHIT, FUCKING EXPENSIVE Judenstrudelberg sponsored stores)
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After his lengthy length penetrated all sorts of bullshit polka dancing bandits)<- THE FUCKING COLON IS HAUNTING ME! Well, seeing that Skogstroll drew his, looked at it and ate some unnecessary commas, we performed tonsillectomy, vasectomy, lobotomy and autobiography. Chef, the chef was an Anarchist. Suprisingly enough. "Word!" Replied the only friendly dancing zombie, holding bolts open. Communisation was implemented without any sauce spread over the Diet Sausage and the tildes in Simple Snow's basement, flooded by diarrhea and vodka, which taste good together. As long as the stool's fresh. I wat'd.
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Short stroke pistons stroke striking prickly pork, pounding pans set seldom a sellable Sidorovich prices, poking with prickly penetrators, seeking somnambulist sonatas. Powerful, submersible septic serpentine synchronics sway TO THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH SHITTY MUSICALS. Back In The USSR there was this girl that I kinda liked, but she was sent a letter which demolished her house, making rape the primary food source, ruling her out. Saddened by this, several bandits killed me and cut an apple into 5 pieces, leaving me to resurrect another Sidorovich clone. "DAMMIT MORE SIDOROVICH!", she yelled when MC Docent Suslov played a commercial video with DJ Garik naked in OG Father Valerian's Loner Camp love tub and jacuzzi, with bloodsuckers and fleshes in catsuits. When the vodka charged, shouting "FOOL!" at Mr.T who, taking in a room full of strange antics, joined with Zulu, sounddocking a vodka bottle in a way guaranteed to cause untold mayhem, runny stools and intense cranial hemorrhaging. For those concerned, GET IN HERE, STALKER! GET OUT OF MY DREAMS! Jump into the goatse with the snorks, releasing mixtapes , rapping to the cabaret of Poker to DJ Garik's beats, inducing long lasting addictions to Wu Tang's last meal. Respectively, NUKULAR SHROOMZ and ice cream led to this.

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FIRST MATE SIDOROVICH! DROP AND GIVE ME NINETY THOUSAND OF YOUR HARDEST PSEUDODOG TAILS AND OVERPRICED BASTARD SUITS. SUDDENLY, DISCO DANCE DIMITROFF DROPPED DOWN, ALL THE SINGLE, DATING, AND WEDDED SIDOROVICH LOOK ALIKES ALLOWED ADDITIONAL ADDITIVES AT ALLOTED ADDICTIVE ASSIGNED ANTISOCIAL ANABIOTICS ADDICTIVE ALOTTED AROUND ANONYMOUS ANIMAL APTITUDES. AIMING AN AK AT AN ANTONOV, ALEX ARSEFACEY ANNIHILATED ANASTASIA'S AILING AUNTS. AFTER ABNORMALLY ANGERING ANDROPOV, ALEX AIDED AARDVARKS' AUSPICIOUS ADVANCES ALTERING ALEX'S ACTING ALL AGAINST AKSU ABOVE AUSTRALIA AMIABLY ALTERING AUGMENTED ASTERISKS. ANDROPOV APPLIED ALEX'S, effectively stopping this.
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In capitalist America URGL BRGLS YOU! This is because orange flavoured snorks worship their Monoliths like crazy polar and bipolar Svoboda members who forgot to hate to create Sidorovich clones and love their snorks with tits. "SNORKS WITH TITS?!", General Voronin demanded sauce, seeing how kiddiot spammers invaded OH DUDE SNORKS WITH TITS is YEARNING FOR BANNAGE by zombiefyed traders who wear stockings on their arms cause their legs were dissolved by Carnage's absinthe cocktail and fruit punch mix, which was swimming in urine, like, dude, like, a wild Sidorovich just jumped off an oak, dying almost completely. But Sidorovich regeneration BOLTS THE COFFIN OF HOLD OPEN, thereforeby incapacitating all surrounding bagel-eating Sidorovichs, forcing PRICE CUTS! ON OVERPRICED SUITS! No fucking way... YES FUCKING WAY, ONLY 59,999RU, 99 COPECKS! HOW CAN YOU RESIST THE SIDOROLITH? Quite easily actually, considering SIDDIE NEVER HAD A SHRINE, only three temples. Made of stinking OLD MAN BACKGROUNDS, WHICH ARE DISGUSTING AND DECREPIT HORRIBLE, raping eyes everywhere. So brave Skogstroll did a RickRoll, drew his mighty awesome Niggamortis LP with its PINGAS , PENDOUS, PIENDISH, PINESS, all while screaming: SHIT ON SIDOROVICH, say what honky? Fuck all holes of bovine excrement. Fuck dat shit.
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BASTARD SIDOROVICH fans continued price gouging, shitting kopecks and brown-nosing Sidorovich. Who deserved it. Wait, is that -HOLD THAT BOLT! TOO MUCH CANCER! OR IS IHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG-

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The previous paragraph was shorter than Mitay's Sidorovich boner towards the uncanny stalker who was collecting Rule 63 to his precious snorks, adding TITS, being slapped in the face by an unbelievably mighty man-sausage from Sidorovich fan club and stopped his silly shit. Soodooroovooch! Hovong collod Morkod one, time again, Dragunov stopped picking his nose. I had a knife, somewhere, a knife! "WHICH SPARROW STOLE FEATHERS FOR ITS FECAL GRAMMAR NEST?", yelled Adder at Maginot's rather disloyal display of assholery through incredulous dullard-like drinking skills. Behind your backs, admins were planning something, like permabannage or inhumation with maximum efficiency, agility, weed killer and Trololo murderous BASTARD cakes of soap flakes that PWNT Sidorovich

[jeniskunk]

~Let's begin anew and try not to become a gibbering mass of BOLT HOLD OPEN. Fuck, that failed as BOLT HOLD took command of OPEN and spawned a terrible meme. The friendly zombie, detrats ot epyt sdrawkcab, tub stopped talking to budgies, removing unnecessary tildes, and tripping over new ganja shipments. Thankfully there was enough Swaziland for HOLT BOLD to get ONEP, but
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Fuck your paragraph.
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Fuck yours too. Strike 47 for the teapot team.
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After Senka dropped a big shite and got banned. There was little dispute to Dimitroff's itchy ban hammer, but there wasn't an extra line left for Ganja, who dropped two.


And began to procrastinate, terribly. Peanut brained Sidorovich, however, forgot where his Skogstroll's mighty sausage wasn't available for FOOL, leading to a trap for bears (which hadn't caused any trouble up until now. When suddenly a skeleton popped out brandishing Sidorovich's soggy bodily secretions, making noises that indicated erection was achieved. "Flee!" cried the sane, while YOU failed to run in a silly burn into the pit of eternal burination before someone said: "well, this certainly isn't the Russian bricks that I ate earlier, making for one interesting dinner conversation. "Pass the salt and here's your ["]. Mass quote confusion surely would confuse anyone except for the one who fucked your mother. With that lovely, this fact shocked several fuzeboxes, from here to Yantar. The radiators, however disturbed the flora, remove all vacuum or else the meme is broken. Sid's many lamas, misspelled horrifically by Zeno's internet browser. Sentence fragment pwnage. Is not only a tragedy, but also fucks up fucking fuckery, fucktard! "Дабай, Ара, всё!" Some drunk guy beat up emos, who were actually asking for it. An emergency evacuation of bowels lead to gulag tiem.
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In glorious CCCP paragraph starts you! Said the renowned, confirming the fact there was no fungi to be taken with tomatoes on the radiator. Once again, Sidorovich IS DEAD, because I HATE HIM and his DOGFOOD, SO FUCK HIM. Overly ambitious Carnage is awesome, so Pinnochio's nose grew. Carnage sitting on his awesome chair, missing one leg, is still awesome. For a flesh. Except on Wednesdays of broken sentences. FUCK YOU GUYS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! BOLT HOLD...NO YOU! Then Santa Claus invaded the pants of dead Sidorovich, gnolting mold tokens. But Chris Hansen didn't like the colour of the sex predator's car, so he planted a nuclear bomb up your arse. Clearasil ate children during Sidorovich variety exhibition in the main hall. Pepsi makes for tipsy cocktails when mixed with DOGFOOD sandvich will make you screw grammar in glorious CCCP, land of Sidorovich reign, unless he's dead... Which allows grammar to prosper successfully, ruining sentences everywhere wait, how? Grammar children like zombie goats. The stock market fell when BOLT OUT OF HERE YOU DAMNED MEMES. "Mission accomplished!" said the almighty BOLTER HOLDER OPENER grizzly bear troll, whose procrastination exemplars are unrivaled throughout. "Throughout what, exactly?" Asked the bear. "Throughout the world, you drunken buffoon!", answered the Illuminati. Limp Dick Gwajabba lol'd, causing untold horrors of lost games. However, the game wasn't lost, as Candlejack qui
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"That was interesting." One guy commented on the friendly Christmas zombie gambler who lost garters in the bottomless pit of marshmallows. Rogue Ganja salesmen plotted against Hutu, planning to steal Tutsi game plans. The only problem was Sidorovich: that he is dead didn't help business WITH FOGDOOD. Inconspicuous pygmy bandits infiltrated ingenious inaccessible infrastructures, indenting insulation induced increased artifact theft to tropical tracts, tyrannically thrashing Transylvanian triangular thresholds. Tolik took the timer, trying to teleport 500 posts ahead. But the telephone decided to fuck your mother. Thus, YOUR MOM WAS PHONE AND DEMONS YOU ARE THE. OLOL LOL'D THE LOLZY LOLRUS INTO LOSING it's Brain to Professor Sakharov in a game, "Doin' it WRONG" "NO U" mumbled the METAL BOXES OF ELECTRICAL POWER WITH ALL CAPS BEIN' PAWP'D, NEGGUH. WHACHOO LOOKIN AT? GARY MOTHERFUCKING OAK!
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Tildety tilde tilded smashed by picket crawled up your nose and sold countless wonders, procrastinating procrastination: that's right, he said procrastination!! Congruence is a bolt, held open against your face - cold, inexorable, unrelenting! Speaking about Sidorovich ordering Zeno pizza with disgusting salami for 17 000 rubles (the average stalker having to squat in a moldy stingy porridge salesman's bunker eating DOGFOOD sold by Sidorovich at BASTARD OVERPRICED ridiculous sidenote lengths) because it was topped with powdered Moonlight and Urchin, and a sideorder of Snorkshake bucket, Controller brains dip, and Flesh crackling ;ryyrtd djogyrf tohjy, "That was bananas." "Bullshit, bananas don't bend that way." The bartender shouted "FOOL" at Vanya, making him push Sidorovich's corpse into the X10 lab's Snork Construction Room which created Snorkosids and Sidorovich regenerated. Able to jump straight into a pit of molten fruit punch, creating BOLT HOLD SIDDIE, he quickly dismantled Karcentric's fecal grammar and shot two drugs: pentaendomonotodextrin and assaholomophrin, rapidly becoming bloated and irritable, enddasentencedammit! With that, Cthulhu pth'agn R'lyeh lolled.
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Karcentric's fecal grammar once again took hold over fucking your mother. Yes, Carnage's mother. And Afterburnzz's. Hard. Yes, Afterburnzz's dog. That's his mother. Actually, Carnageman's mother. Something truly terrible, yet SIDOROVICH IS DEAD FOR GOOD! Really now? Let's celebrate! HE REGENERATED! Bullshit, Sidoroviches don't exist. Or do Llamas just pop in out of nowhere, like BOLTS and HOLD OPEN being DOGFOOD. Auspicious, the mad bandit guru lead spies quickly succumbed to Kobura's fecal grammar. No fecal grammar could possibly match your mother's, though. Serial rapist Sidorovich definitely defiled her. These fragment sentences are as profound, as they are braindead due to having their brains fried in their skulls by the rebuilt Brain Scorcher. That was lame. Almost as lame as Ganja having a sandvich with Heavy Sidorovich guy, who was outsmarted. Not a hard thing to do, considering SIDOROVICH, the bastard, is dead. No, that's a Siddie, not a paraplegic fat bastard, who sells overpriced BASTARD radiators: 200 000 000 0 RU . Motherfucking rubles. Bastard. Ass. Random words.
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Once upon a midnight dreary, pissing, the mad bandit, was a lolcamel and sexy Sidorovich was a zombie that ZSG loved back to death because they're necrophiliacs. Not that it matters, Sidorovich regeneration gives you AIDS, osteoporosis and hemorrhoids. In other news Admin said MONOLITH! YES HE DID! Doing it wrong is a shame, and is WRONG. So stop it. So sexy Sidorovich, dying, proclaimed that he was leaving Nitro his bunker: Due to alcoholic poisoning by Cardan, this was exceptional. Or was it? Sure it was, but was WRONG. God, too wrong, like beer milkshakes or carrot flavored radioactive zombie herpes. Definitely not the best choice around here. What is this shit?! Cried the clone of MAH BOI, STRIVING TO GET DINNER. BUT ALAS, DINNER WAS ALREADY SERVED! And Vano said "My nose has melted into the orange flesh eye, and the Sidorovich stockpiles have dwindled, leaving him with Trololo peanut butter. Basically, everyone's in Pripyat, eating spam bought from Sidorovich." without drawing breath! BOLT HOLD OPEN will save us from Voronin's satanic ways, leaving him, Zhorik's mutated daughter and her radiator. Garik's rap battle failed to impress MC Docent Suslov: the alpha and omega of rap (if not counting Sidorovich's mix tape, sold at BASTARD, BULLSHIT, FUCKING EXPENSIVE Judenstrudelberg sponsored stores)
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After his lengthy length penetrated all sorts of bullshit polka dancing bandits)<- THE FUCKING COLON IS HAUNTING ME! Well, seeing that Skogstroll drew his, looked at it and ate some unnecessary commas, we performed tonsillectomy, vasectomy, lobotomy and autobiography. Chef, the chef was an Anarchist. Suprisingly enough. "Word!" Replied the only friendly dancing zombie, holding bolts open. Communisation was implemented without any sauce spread over the Diet Sausage and the tildes in Simple Snow's basement, flooded by diarrhea and vodka, which taste good together. As long as the stool's fresh. I wat'd.
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Short stroke pistons stroke striking prickly pork, pounding pans set seldom a sellable Sidorovich prices, poking with prickly penetrators, seeking somnambulist sonatas. Powerful, submersible septic serpentine synchronics sway TO THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH SHITTY MUSICALS. Back In The USSR there was this girl that I kinda liked, but she was sent a letter which demolished her house, making rape the primary food source, ruling her out. Saddened by this, several bandits killed me and cut an apple into 5 pieces, leaving me to resurrect another Sidorovich clone. "DAMMIT MORE SIDOROVICH!", she yelled when MC Docent Suslov played a commercial video with DJ Garik naked in OG Father Valerian's Loner Camp love tub and jacuzzi, with bloodsuckers and fleshes in catsuits. When the vodka charged, shouting "FOOL!" at Mr.T who, taking in a room full of strange antics, joined with Zulu, sounddocking a vodka bottle in a way guaranteed to cause untold mayhem, runny stools and intense cranial hemorrhaging. For those concerned, GET IN HERE, STALKER! GET OUT OF MY DREAMS! Jump into the goatse with the snorks, releasing mixtapes , rapping to the cabaret of Poker to DJ Garik's beats, inducing long lasting addictions to Wu Tang's last meal. Respectively, NUKULAR SHROOMZ and ice cream led to this.

.

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FIRST MATE SIDOROVICH! DROP AND GIVE ME NINETY THOUSAND OF YOUR HARDEST PSEUDODOG TAILS AND OVERPRICED BASTARD SUITS. SUDDENLY, DISCO DANCE DIMITROFF DROPPED DOWN, ALL THE SINGLE, DATING, AND WEDDED SIDOROVICH LOOK ALIKES ALLOWED ADDITIONAL ADDITIVES AT ALLOTED ADDICTIVE ASSIGNED ANTISOCIAL ANABIOTICS ADDICTIVE ALOTTED AROUND ANONYMOUS ANIMAL APTITUDES. AIMING AN AK AT AN ANTONOV, ALEX ARSEFACEY ANNIHILATED ANASTASIA'S AILING AUNTS. AFTER ABNORMALLY ANGERING ANDROPOV, ALEX AIDED AARDVARKS' AUSPICIOUS ADVANCES ALTERING ALEX'S ACTING ALL AGAINST AKSU ABOVE AUSTRALIA AMIABLY ALTERING AUGMENTED ASTERISKS. ANDROPOV APPLIED ALEX'S, effectively stopping this.
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In capitalist America URGL BRGLS YOU! This is because orange flavoured snorks worship their Monoliths like crazy polar and bipolar Svoboda members who forgot to hate to create Sidorovich clones and love their snorks with tits. "SNORKS WITH TITS?!", General Voronin demanded sauce, seeing how kiddiot spammers invaded OH DUDE SNORKS WITH TITS is YEARNING FOR BANNAGE by zombiefyed traders who wear stockings on their arms cause their legs were dissolved by Carnage's absinthe cocktail and fruit punch mix, which was swimming in urine, like, dude, like, a wild Sidorovich just jumped off an oak, dying almost completely. But Sidorovich regeneration BOLTS THE COFFIN OF HOLD OPEN, thereforeby incapacitating all surrounding bagel-eating Sidorovichs, forcing PRICE CUTS! ON OVERPRICED SUITS! No fucking way... YES FUCKING WAY, ONLY 59,999RU, 99 COPECKS! HOW CAN YOU RESIST THE SIDOROLITH? Quite easily actually, considering SIDDIE NEVER HAD A SHRINE, only three temples. Made of stinking OLD MAN BACKGROUNDS, WHICH ARE DISGUSTING AND DECREPIT HORRIBLE, raping eyes everywhere. So brave Skogstroll did a RickRoll, drew his mighty awesome Niggamortis LP with its PINGAS , PENDOUS, PIENDISH, PINESS, all while screaming: SHIT ON SIDOROVICH, say what honky? Fuck all holes of bovine excrement. Fuck dat shit.
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BASTARD SIDOROVICH fans continued price gouging, shitting kopecks and brown-nosing Sidorovich. Who deserved it. Wait, is that -HOLD THAT BOLT! TOO MUCH CANCER! OR IS IHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG-

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The previous paragraph was shorter than Mitay's Sidorovich boner towards the uncanny stalker who was collecting Rule 63 to his precious snorks, adding TITS, being slapped in the face by an unbelievably mighty man-sausage from Sidorovich fan club and stopped his silly shit. Soodooroovooch! Hovong collod Morkod one, time again, Dragunov stopped picking his nose. I had a knife, somewhere, a knife! "WHICH SPARROW STOLE FEATHERS FOR ITS FECAL GRAMMAR NEST?", yelled Adder at Maginot's rather disloyal display of assholery through incredulous dullard-like drinking skills. Behind your backs, admins were planning something, like permabannage or inhumation with maximum efficiency, agility, weed killer and Trololo murderous BASTARD cakes of soap flakes that PWNT Sidorovich into endless clones

[Διμι]

~Let's begin anew and try not to become a gibbering mass of BOLT HOLD OPEN. Fuck, that failed as BOLT HOLD took command of OPEN and spawned a terrible meme. The friendly zombie, detrats ot epyt sdrawkcab, tub stopped talking to budgies, removing unnecessary tildes, and tripping over new ganja shipments. Thankfully there was enough Swaziland for HOLT BOLD to get ONEP, but
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Fuck your paragraph.
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Fuck yours too. Strike 47 for the teapot team.
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After Senka dropped a big shite and got banned. There was little dispute to Dimitroff's itchy ban hammer, but there wasn't an extra line left for Ganja, who dropped two.


And began to procrastinate, terribly. Peanut brained Sidorovich, however, forgot where his Skogstroll's mighty sausage wasn't available for FOOL, leading to a trap for bears (which hadn't caused any trouble up until now. When suddenly a skeleton popped out brandishing Sidorovich's soggy bodily secretions, making noises that indicated erection was achieved. "Flee!" cried the sane, while YOU failed to run in a silly burn into the pit of eternal burination before someone said: "well, this certainly isn't the Russian bricks that I ate earlier, making for one interesting dinner conversation. "Pass the salt and here's your ["]. Mass quote confusion surely would confuse anyone except for the one who fucked your mother. With that lovely, this fact shocked several fuzeboxes, from here to Yantar. The radiators, however disturbed the flora, remove all vacuum or else the meme is broken. Sid's many lamas, misspelled horrifically by Zeno's internet browser. Sentence fragment pwnage. Is not only a tragedy, but also fucks up fucking fuckery, fucktard! "Дабай, Ара, всё!" Some drunk guy beat up emos, who were actually asking for it. An emergency evacuation of bowels lead to gulag tiem.
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In glorious CCCP paragraph starts you! Said the renowned, confirming the fact there was no fungi to be taken with tomatoes on the radiator. Once again, Sidorovich IS DEAD, because I HATE HIM and his DOGFOOD, SO FUCK HIM. Overly ambitious Carnage is awesome, so Pinnochio's nose grew. Carnage sitting on his awesome chair, missing one leg, is still awesome. For a flesh. Except on Wednesdays of broken sentences. FUCK YOU GUYS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! BOLT HOLD...NO YOU! Then Santa Claus invaded the pants of dead Sidorovich, gnolting mold tokens. But Chris Hansen didn't like the colour of the sex predator's car, so he planted a nuclear bomb up your arse. Clearasil ate children during Sidorovich variety exhibition in the main hall. Pepsi makes for tipsy cocktails when mixed with DOGFOOD sandvich will make you screw grammar in glorious CCCP, land of Sidorovich reign, unless he's dead... Which allows grammar to prosper successfully, ruining sentences everywhere wait, how? Grammar children like zombie goats. The stock market fell when BOLT OUT OF HERE YOU DAMNED MEMES. "Mission accomplished!" said the almighty BOLTER HOLDER OPENER grizzly bear troll, whose procrastination exemplars are unrivaled throughout. "Throughout what, exactly?" Asked the bear. "Throughout the world, you drunken buffoon!", answered the Illuminati. Limp Dick Gwajabba lol'd, causing untold horrors of lost games. However, the game wasn't lost, as Candlejack qui
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"That was interesting." One guy commented on the friendly Christmas zombie gambler who lost garters in the bottomless pit of marshmallows. Rogue Ganja salesmen plotted against Hutu, planning to steal Tutsi game plans. The only problem was Sidorovich: that he is dead didn't help business WITH FOGDOOD. Inconspicuous pygmy bandits infiltrated ingenious inaccessible infrastructures, indenting insulation induced increased artifact theft to tropical tracts, tyrannically thrashing Transylvanian triangular thresholds. Tolik took the timer, trying to teleport 500 posts ahead. But the telephone decided to fuck your mother. Thus, YOUR MOM WAS PHONE AND DEMONS YOU ARE THE. OLOL LOL'D THE LOLZY LOLRUS INTO LOSING it's Brain to Professor Sakharov in a game, "Doin' it WRONG" "NO U" mumbled the METAL BOXES OF ELECTRICAL POWER WITH ALL CAPS BEIN' PAWP'D, NEGGUH. WHACHOO LOOKIN AT? GARY MOTHERFUCKING OAK!
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Tildety tilde tilded smashed by picket crawled up your nose and sold countless wonders, procrastinating procrastination: that's right, he said procrastination!! Congruence is a bolt, held open against your face - cold, inexorable, unrelenting! Speaking about Sidorovich ordering Zeno pizza with disgusting salami for 17 000 rubles (the average stalker having to squat in a moldy stingy porridge salesman's bunker eating DOGFOOD sold by Sidorovich at BASTARD OVERPRICED ridiculous sidenote lengths) because it was topped with powdered Moonlight and Urchin, and a sideorder of Snorkshake bucket, Controller brains dip, and Flesh crackling ;ryyrtd djogyrf tohjy, "That was bananas." "Bullshit, bananas don't bend that way." The bartender shouted "FOOL" at Vanya, making him push Sidorovich's corpse into the X10 lab's Snork Construction Room which created Snorkosids and Sidorovich regenerated. Able to jump straight into a pit of molten fruit punch, creating BOLT HOLD SIDDIE, he quickly dismantled Karcentric's fecal grammar and shot two drugs: pentaendomonotodextrin and assaholomophrin, rapidly becoming bloated and irritable, enddasentencedammit! With that, Cthulhu pth'agn R'lyeh lolled.
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Karcentric's fecal grammar once again took hold over fucking your mother. Yes, Carnage's mother. And Afterburnzz's. Hard. Yes, Afterburnzz's dog. That's his mother. Actually, Carnageman's mother. Something truly terrible, yet SIDOROVICH IS DEAD FOR GOOD! Really now? Let's celebrate! HE REGENERATED! Bullshit, Sidoroviches don't exist. Or do Llamas just pop in out of nowhere, like BOLTS and HOLD OPEN being DOGFOOD. Auspicious, the mad bandit guru lead spies quickly succumbed to Kobura's fecal grammar. No fecal grammar could possibly match your mother's, though. Serial rapist Sidorovich definitely defiled her. These fragment sentences are as profound, as they are braindead due to having their brains fried in their skulls by the rebuilt Brain Scorcher. That was lame. Almost as lame as Ganja having a sandvich with Heavy Sidorovich guy, who was outsmarted. Not a hard thing to do, considering SIDOROVICH, the bastard, is dead. No, that's a Siddie, not a paraplegic fat bastard, who sells overpriced BASTARD radiators: 200 000 000 0 RU . Motherfucking rubles. Bastard. Ass. Random words.
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Once upon a midnight dreary, pissing, the mad bandit, was a lolcamel and sexy Sidorovich was a zombie that ZSG loved back to death because they're necrophiliacs. Not that it matters, Sidorovich regeneration gives you AIDS, osteoporosis and hemorrhoids. In other news Admin said MONOLITH! YES HE DID! Doing it wrong is a shame, and is WRONG. So stop it. So sexy Sidorovich, dying, proclaimed that he was leaving Nitro his bunker: Due to alcoholic poisoning by Cardan, this was exceptional. Or was it? Sure it was, but was WRONG. God, too wrong, like beer milkshakes or carrot flavored radioactive zombie herpes. Definitely not the best choice around here. What is this shit?! Cried the clone of MAH BOI, STRIVING TO GET DINNER. BUT ALAS, DINNER WAS ALREADY SERVED! And Vano said "My nose has melted into the orange flesh eye, and the Sidorovich stockpiles have dwindled, leaving him with Trololo peanut butter. Basically, everyone's in Pripyat, eating spam bought from Sidorovich." without drawing breath! BOLT HOLD OPEN will save us from Voronin's satanic ways, leaving him, Zhorik's mutated daughter and her radiator. Garik's rap battle failed to impress MC Docent Suslov: the alpha and omega of rap (if not counting Sidorovich's mix tape, sold at BASTARD, BULLSHIT, FUCKING EXPENSIVE Judenstrudelberg sponsored stores)
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After his lengthy length penetrated all sorts of bullshit polka dancing bandits)<- THE FUCKING COLON IS HAUNTING ME! Well, seeing that Skogstroll drew his, looked at it and ate some unnecessary commas, we performed tonsillectomy, vasectomy, lobotomy and autobiography. Chef, the chef was an Anarchist. Suprisingly enough. "Word!" Replied the only friendly dancing zombie, holding bolts open. Communisation was implemented without any sauce spread over the Diet Sausage and the tildes in Simple Snow's basement, flooded by diarrhea and vodka, which taste good together. As long as the stool's fresh. I wat'd.
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Short stroke pistons stroke striking prickly pork, pounding pans set seldom a sellable Sidorovich prices, poking with prickly penetrators, seeking somnambulist sonatas. Powerful, submersible septic serpentine synchronics sway TO THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH SHITTY MUSICALS. Back In The USSR there was this girl that I kinda liked, but she was sent a letter which demolished her house, making rape the primary food source, ruling her out. Saddened by this, several bandits killed me and cut an apple into 5 pieces, leaving me to resurrect another Sidorovich clone. "DAMMIT MORE SIDOROVICH!", she yelled when MC Docent Suslov played a commercial video with DJ Garik naked in OG Father Valerian's Loner Camp love tub and jacuzzi, with bloodsuckers and fleshes in catsuits. When the vodka charged, shouting "FOOL!" at Mr.T who, taking in a room full of strange antics, joined with Zulu, sounddocking a vodka bottle in a way guaranteed to cause untold mayhem, runny stools and intense cranial hemorrhaging. For those concerned, GET IN HERE, STALKER! GET OUT OF MY DREAMS! Jump into the goatse with the snorks, releasing mixtapes , rapping to the cabaret of Poker to DJ Garik's beats, inducing long lasting addictions to Wu Tang's last meal. Respectively, NUKULAR SHROOMZ and ice cream led to this.

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FIRST MATE SIDOROVICH! DROP AND GIVE ME NINETY THOUSAND OF YOUR HARDEST PSEUDODOG TAILS AND OVERPRICED BASTARD SUITS. SUDDENLY, DISCO DANCE DIMITROFF DROPPED DOWN, ALL THE SINGLE, DATING, AND WEDDED SIDOROVICH LOOK ALIKES ALLOWED ADDITIONAL ADDITIVES AT ALLOTED ADDICTIVE ASSIGNED ANTISOCIAL ANABIOTICS ADDICTIVE ALOTTED AROUND ANONYMOUS ANIMAL APTITUDES. AIMING AN AK AT AN ANTONOV, ALEX ARSEFACEY ANNIHILATED ANASTASIA'S AILING AUNTS. AFTER ABNORMALLY ANGERING ANDROPOV, ALEX AIDED AARDVARKS' AUSPICIOUS ADVANCES ALTERING ALEX'S ACTING ALL AGAINST AKSU ABOVE AUSTRALIA AMIABLY ALTERING AUGMENTED ASTERISKS. ANDROPOV APPLIED ALEX'S, effectively stopping this.
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In capitalist America URGL BRGLS YOU! This is because orange flavoured snorks worship their Monoliths like crazy polar and bipolar Svoboda members who forgot to hate to create Sidorovich clones and love their snorks with tits. "SNORKS WITH TITS?!", General Voronin demanded sauce, seeing how kiddiot spammers invaded OH DUDE SNORKS WITH TITS is YEARNING FOR BANNAGE by zombiefyed traders who wear stockings on their arms cause their legs were dissolved by Carnage's absinthe cocktail and fruit punch mix, which was swimming in urine, like, dude, like, a wild Sidorovich just jumped off an oak, dying almost completely. But Sidorovich regeneration BOLTS THE COFFIN OF HOLD OPEN, thereforeby incapacitating all surrounding bagel-eating Sidorovichs, forcing PRICE CUTS! ON OVERPRICED SUITS! No fucking way... YES FUCKING WAY, ONLY 59,999RU, 99 COPECKS! HOW CAN YOU RESIST THE SIDOROLITH? Quite easily actually, considering SIDDIE NEVER HAD A SHRINE, only three temples. Made of stinking OLD MAN BACKGROUNDS, WHICH ARE DISGUSTING AND DECREPIT HORRIBLE, raping eyes everywhere. So brave Skogstroll did a RickRoll, drew his mighty awesome Niggamortis LP with its PINGAS , PENDOUS, PIENDISH, PINESS, all while screaming: SHIT ON SIDOROVICH, say what honky? Fuck all holes of bovine excrement. Fuck dat shit.
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BASTARD SIDOROVICH fans continued price gouging, shitting kopecks and brown-nosing Sidorovich. Who deserved it. Wait, is that -HOLD THAT BOLT! TOO MUCH CANCER! OR IS IHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG-

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The previous paragraph was shorter than Mitay's Sidorovich boner towards the uncanny stalker who was collecting Rule 63 to his precious snorks, adding TITS, being slapped in the face by an unbelievably mighty man-sausage from Sidorovich fan club and stopped his silly shit. Soodooroovooch! Hovong collod Morkod one, time again, Dragunov stopped picking his nose. I had a knife, somewhere, a knife! "WHICH SPARROW STOLE FEATHERS FOR ITS FECAL GRAMMAR NEST?", yelled Adder at Maginot's rather disloyal display of assholery through incredulous dullard-like drinking skills. Behind your backs, admins were planning something, like permabannage or inhumation with maximum efficiency, agility, weed killer and Trololo murderous BASTARD cakes of soap flakes that PWNT Sidorovich into endless clones of Chernobyl, invading the

[jeniskunk]

~Let's begin anew and try not to become a gibbering mass of BOLT HOLD OPEN. Fuck, that failed as BOLT HOLD took command of OPEN and spawned a terrible meme. The friendly zombie, detrats ot epyt sdrawkcab, tub stopped talking to budgies, removing unnecessary tildes, and tripping over new ganja shipments. Thankfully there was enough Swaziland for HOLT BOLD to get ONEP, but
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Fuck your paragraph.
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Fuck yours too. Strike 47 for the teapot team.
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After Senka dropped a big shite and got banned. There was little dispute to Dimitroff's itchy ban hammer, but there wasn't an extra line left for Ganja, who dropped two.


And began to procrastinate, terribly. Peanut brained Sidorovich, however, forgot where his Skogstroll's mighty sausage wasn't available for FOOL, leading to a trap for bears (which hadn't caused any trouble up until now. When suddenly a skeleton popped out brandishing Sidorovich's soggy bodily secretions, making noises that indicated erection was achieved. "Flee!" cried the sane, while YOU failed to run in a silly burn into the pit of eternal burination before someone said: "well, this certainly isn't the Russian bricks that I ate earlier, making for one interesting dinner conversation. "Pass the salt and here's your ["]. Mass quote confusion surely would confuse anyone except for the one who fucked your mother. With that lovely, this fact shocked several fuzeboxes, from here to Yantar. The radiators, however disturbed the flora, remove all vacuum or else the meme is broken. Sid's many lamas, misspelled horrifically by Zeno's internet browser. Sentence fragment pwnage. Is not only a tragedy, but also fucks up fucking fuckery, fucktard! "Дабай, Ара, всё!" Some drunk guy beat up emos, who were actually asking for it. An emergency evacuation of bowels lead to gulag tiem.
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In glorious CCCP paragraph starts you! Said the renowned, confirming the fact there was no fungi to be taken with tomatoes on the radiator. Once again, Sidorovich IS DEAD, because I HATE HIM and his DOGFOOD, SO FUCK HIM. Overly ambitious Carnage is awesome, so Pinnochio's nose grew. Carnage sitting on his awesome chair, missing one leg, is still awesome. For a flesh. Except on Wednesdays of broken sentences. FUCK YOU GUYS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! BOLT HOLD...NO YOU! Then Santa Claus invaded the pants of dead Sidorovich, gnolting mold tokens. But Chris Hansen didn't like the colour of the sex predator's car, so he planted a nuclear bomb up your arse. Clearasil ate children during Sidorovich variety exhibition in the main hall. Pepsi makes for tipsy cocktails when mixed with DOGFOOD sandvich will make you screw grammar in glorious CCCP, land of Sidorovich reign, unless he's dead... Which allows grammar to prosper successfully, ruining sentences everywhere wait, how? Grammar children like zombie goats. The stock market fell when BOLT OUT OF HERE YOU DAMNED MEMES. "Mission accomplished!" said the almighty BOLTER HOLDER OPENER grizzly bear troll, whose procrastination exemplars are unrivaled throughout. "Throughout what, exactly?" Asked the bear. "Throughout the world, you drunken buffoon!", answered the Illuminati. Limp Dick Gwajabba lol'd, causing untold horrors of lost games. However, the game wasn't lost, as Candlejack qui
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"That was interesting." One guy commented on the friendly Christmas zombie gambler who lost garters in the bottomless pit of marshmallows. Rogue Ganja salesmen plotted against Hutu, planning to steal Tutsi game plans. The only problem was Sidorovich: that he is dead didn't help business WITH FOGDOOD. Inconspicuous pygmy bandits infiltrated ingenious inaccessible infrastructures, indenting insulation induced increased artifact theft to tropical tracts, tyrannically thrashing Transylvanian triangular thresholds. Tolik took the timer, trying to teleport 500 posts ahead. But the telephone decided to fuck your mother. Thus, YOUR MOM WAS PHONE AND DEMONS YOU ARE THE. OLOL LOL'D THE LOLZY LOLRUS INTO LOSING it's Brain to Professor Sakharov in a game, "Doin' it WRONG" "NO U" mumbled the METAL BOXES OF ELECTRICAL POWER WITH ALL CAPS BEIN' PAWP'D, NEGGUH. WHACHOO LOOKIN AT? GARY MOTHERFUCKING OAK!
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Tildety tilde tilded smashed by picket crawled up your nose and sold countless wonders, procrastinating procrastination: that's right, he said procrastination!! Congruence is a bolt, held open against your face - cold, inexorable, unrelenting! Speaking about Sidorovich ordering Zeno pizza with disgusting salami for 17 000 rubles (the average stalker having to squat in a moldy stingy porridge salesman's bunker eating DOGFOOD sold by Sidorovich at BASTARD OVERPRICED ridiculous sidenote lengths) because it was topped with powdered Moonlight and Urchin, and a sideorder of Snorkshake bucket, Controller brains dip, and Flesh crackling ;ryyrtd djogyrf tohjy, "That was bananas." "Bullshit, bananas don't bend that way." The bartender shouted "FOOL" at Vanya, making him push Sidorovich's corpse into the X10 lab's Snork Construction Room which created Snorkosids and Sidorovich regenerated. Able to jump straight into a pit of molten fruit punch, creating BOLT HOLD SIDDIE, he quickly dismantled Karcentric's fecal grammar and shot two drugs: pentaendomonotodextrin and assaholomophrin, rapidly becoming bloated and irritable, enddasentencedammit! With that, Cthulhu pth'agn R'lyeh lolled.
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Karcentric's fecal grammar once again took hold over fucking your mother. Yes, Carnage's mother. And Afterburnzz's. Hard. Yes, Afterburnzz's dog. That's his mother. Actually, Carnageman's mother. Something truly terrible, yet SIDOROVICH IS DEAD FOR GOOD! Really now? Let's celebrate! HE REGENERATED! Bullshit, Sidoroviches don't exist. Or do Llamas just pop in out of nowhere, like BOLTS and HOLD OPEN being DOGFOOD. Auspicious, the mad bandit guru lead spies quickly succumbed to Kobura's fecal grammar. No fecal grammar could possibly match your mother's, though. Serial rapist Sidorovich definitely defiled her. These fragment sentences are as profound, as they are braindead due to having their brains fried in their skulls by the rebuilt Brain Scorcher. That was lame. Almost as lame as Ganja having a sandvich with Heavy Sidorovich guy, who was outsmarted. Not a hard thing to do, considering SIDOROVICH, the bastard, is dead. No, that's a Siddie, not a paraplegic fat bastard, who sells overpriced BASTARD radiators: 200 000 000 0 RU . Motherfucking rubles. Bastard. Ass. Random words.
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Once upon a midnight dreary, pissing, the mad bandit, was a lolcamel and sexy Sidorovich was a zombie that ZSG loved back to death because they're necrophiliacs. Not that it matters, Sidorovich regeneration gives you AIDS, osteoporosis and hemorrhoids. In other news Admin said MONOLITH! YES HE DID! Doing it wrong is a shame, and is WRONG. So stop it. So sexy Sidorovich, dying, proclaimed that he was leaving Nitro his bunker: Due to alcoholic poisoning by Cardan, this was exceptional. Or was it? Sure it was, but was WRONG. God, too wrong, like beer milkshakes or carrot flavored radioactive zombie herpes. Definitely not the best choice around here. What is this shit?! Cried the clone of MAH BOI, STRIVING TO GET DINNER. BUT ALAS, DINNER WAS ALREADY SERVED! And Vano said "My nose has melted into the orange flesh eye, and the Sidorovich stockpiles have dwindled, leaving him with Trololo peanut butter. Basically, everyone's in Pripyat, eating spam bought from Sidorovich." without drawing breath! BOLT HOLD OPEN will save us from Voronin's satanic ways, leaving him, Zhorik's mutated daughter and her radiator. Garik's rap battle failed to impress MC Docent Suslov: the alpha and omega of rap (if not counting Sidorovich's mix tape, sold at BASTARD, BULLSHIT, FUCKING EXPENSIVE Judenstrudelberg sponsored stores)
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After his lengthy length penetrated all sorts of bullshit polka dancing bandits)<- THE FUCKING COLON IS HAUNTING ME! Well, seeing that Skogstroll drew his, looked at it and ate some unnecessary commas, we performed tonsillectomy, vasectomy, lobotomy and autobiography. Chef, the chef was an Anarchist. Suprisingly enough. "Word!" Replied the only friendly dancing zombie, holding bolts open. Communisation was implemented without any sauce spread over the Diet Sausage and the tildes in Simple Snow's basement, flooded by diarrhea and vodka, which taste good together. As long as the stool's fresh. I wat'd.
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Short stroke pistons stroke striking prickly pork, pounding pans set seldom a sellable Sidorovich prices, poking with prickly penetrators, seeking somnambulist sonatas. Powerful, submersible septic serpentine synchronics sway TO THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH SHITTY MUSICALS. Back In The USSR there was this girl that I kinda liked, but she was sent a letter which demolished her house, making rape the primary food source, ruling her out. Saddened by this, several bandits killed me and cut an apple into 5 pieces, leaving me to resurrect another Sidorovich clone. "DAMMIT MORE SIDOROVICH!", she yelled when MC Docent Suslov played a commercial video with DJ Garik naked in OG Father Valerian's Loner Camp love tub and jacuzzi, with bloodsuckers and fleshes in catsuits. When the vodka charged, shouting "FOOL!" at Mr.T who, taking in a room full of strange antics, joined with Zulu, sounddocking a vodka bottle in a way guaranteed to cause untold mayhem, runny stools and intense cranial hemorrhaging. For those concerned, GET IN HERE, STALKER! GET OUT OF MY DREAMS! Jump into the goatse with the snorks, releasing mixtapes , rapping to the cabaret of Poker to DJ Garik's beats, inducing long lasting addictions to Wu Tang's last meal. Respectively, NUKULAR SHROOMZ and ice cream led to this.

.

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FIRST MATE SIDOROVICH! DROP AND GIVE ME NINETY THOUSAND OF YOUR HARDEST PSEUDODOG TAILS AND OVERPRICED BASTARD SUITS. SUDDENLY, DISCO DANCE DIMITROFF DROPPED DOWN, ALL THE SINGLE, DATING, AND WEDDED SIDOROVICH LOOK ALIKES ALLOWED ADDITIONAL ADDITIVES AT ALLOTED ADDICTIVE ASSIGNED ANTISOCIAL ANABIOTICS ADDICTIVE ALOTTED AROUND ANONYMOUS ANIMAL APTITUDES. AIMING AN AK AT AN ANTONOV, ALEX ARSEFACEY ANNIHILATED ANASTASIA'S AILING AUNTS. AFTER ABNORMALLY ANGERING ANDROPOV, ALEX AIDED AARDVARKS' AUSPICIOUS ADVANCES ALTERING ALEX'S ACTING ALL AGAINST AKSU ABOVE AUSTRALIA AMIABLY ALTERING AUGMENTED ASTERISKS. ANDROPOV APPLIED ALEX'S, effectively stopping this.
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In capitalist America URGL BRGLS YOU! This is because orange flavoured snorks worship their Monoliths like crazy polar and bipolar Svoboda members who forgot to hate to create Sidorovich clones and love their snorks with tits. "SNORKS WITH TITS?!", General Voronin demanded sauce, seeing how kiddiot spammers invaded OH DUDE SNORKS WITH TITS is YEARNING FOR BANNAGE by zombiefyed traders who wear stockings on their arms cause their legs were dissolved by Carnage's absinthe cocktail and fruit punch mix, which was swimming in urine, like, dude, like, a wild Sidorovich just jumped off an oak, dying almost completely. But Sidorovich regeneration BOLTS THE COFFIN OF HOLD OPEN, thereforeby incapacitating all surrounding bagel-eating Sidorovichs, forcing PRICE CUTS! ON OVERPRICED SUITS! No fucking way... YES FUCKING WAY, ONLY 59,999RU, 99 COPECKS! HOW CAN YOU RESIST THE SIDOROLITH? Quite easily actually, considering SIDDIE NEVER HAD A SHRINE, only three temples. Made of stinking OLD MAN BACKGROUNDS, WHICH ARE DISGUSTING AND DECREPIT HORRIBLE, raping eyes everywhere. So brave Skogstroll did a RickRoll, drew his mighty awesome Niggamortis LP with its PINGAS , PENDOUS, PIENDISH, PINESS, all while screaming: SHIT ON SIDOROVICH, say what honky? Fuck all holes of bovine excrement. Fuck dat shit.
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BASTARD SIDOROVICH fans continued price gouging, shitting kopecks and brown-nosing Sidorovich. Who deserved it. Wait, is that -HOLD THAT BOLT! TOO MUCH CANCER! OR IS IHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG-

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The previous paragraph was shorter than Mitay's Sidorovich boner towards the uncanny stalker who was collecting Rule 63 to his precious snorks, adding TITS, being slapped in the face by an unbelievably mighty man-sausage from Sidorovich fan club and stopped his silly shit. Soodooroovooch! Hovong collod Morkod one, time again, Dragunov stopped picking his nose. I had a knife, somewhere, a knife! "WHICH SPARROW STOLE FEATHERS FOR ITS FECAL GRAMMAR NEST?", yelled Adder at Maginot's rather disloyal display of assholery through incredulous dullard-like drinking skills. Behind your backs, admins were planning something, like permabannage or inhumation with maximum efficiency, agility, weed killer and Trololo murderous BASTARD cakes of soap flakes that PWNT Sidorovich into endless clones of Chernobyl, invading the Rookie Camp and

[Carnageman]

~Let's begin anew and try not to become a gibbering mass of BOLT HOLD OPEN. Fuck, that failed as BOLT HOLD took command of OPEN and spawned a terrible meme. The friendly zombie, detrats ot epyt sdrawkcab, tub stopped talking to budgies, removing unnecessary tildes, and tripping over new ganja shipments. Thankfully there was enough Swaziland for HOLT BOLD to get ONEP, but
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Fuck your paragraph.
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Fuck yours too. Strike 47 for the teapot team.
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After Senka dropped a big shite and got banned. There was little dispute to Dimitroff's itchy ban hammer, but there wasn't an extra line left for Ganja, who dropped two.


And began to procrastinate, terribly. Peanut brained Sidorovich, however, forgot where his Skogstroll's mighty sausage wasn't available for FOOL, leading to a trap for bears (which hadn't caused any trouble up until now. When suddenly a skeleton popped out brandishing Sidorovich's soggy bodily secretions, making noises that indicated erection was achieved. "Flee!" cried the sane, while YOU failed to run in a silly burn into the pit of eternal burination before someone said: "well, this certainly isn't the Russian bricks that I ate earlier, making for one interesting dinner conversation. "Pass the salt and here's your ["]. Mass quote confusion surely would confuse anyone except for the one who fucked your mother. With that lovely, this fact shocked several fuzeboxes, from here to Yantar. The radiators, however disturbed the flora, remove all vacuum or else the meme is broken. Sid's many lamas, misspelled horrifically by Zeno's internet browser. Sentence fragment pwnage. Is not only a tragedy, but also fucks up fucking fuckery, fucktard! "Дабай, Ара, всё!" Some drunk guy beat up emos, who were actually asking for it. An emergency evacuation of bowels lead to gulag tiem.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In glorious CCCP paragraph starts you! Said the renowned, confirming the fact there was no fungi to be taken with tomatoes on the radiator. Once again, Sidorovich IS DEAD, because I HATE HIM and his DOGFOOD, SO FUCK HIM. Overly ambitious Carnage is awesome, so Pinnochio's nose grew. Carnage sitting on his awesome chair, missing one leg, is still awesome. For a flesh. Except on Wednesdays of broken sentences. FUCK YOU GUYS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! BOLT HOLD...NO YOU! Then Santa Claus invaded the pants of dead Sidorovich, gnolting mold tokens. But Chris Hansen didn't like the colour of the sex predator's car, so he planted a nuclear bomb up your arse. Clearasil ate children during Sidorovich variety exhibition in the main hall. Pepsi makes for tipsy cocktails when mixed with DOGFOOD sandvich will make you screw grammar in glorious CCCP, land of Sidorovich reign, unless he's dead... Which allows grammar to prosper successfully, ruining sentences everywhere wait, how? Grammar children like zombie goats. The stock market fell when BOLT OUT OF HERE YOU DAMNED MEMES. "Mission accomplished!" said the almighty BOLTER HOLDER OPENER grizzly bear troll, whose procrastination exemplars are unrivaled throughout. "Throughout what, exactly?" Asked the bear. "Throughout the world, you drunken buffoon!", answered the Illuminati. Limp Dick Gwajabba lol'd, causing untold horrors of lost games. However, the game wasn't lost, as Candlejack qui
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"That was interesting." One guy commented on the friendly Christmas zombie gambler who lost garters in the bottomless pit of marshmallows. Rogue Ganja salesmen plotted against Hutu, planning to steal Tutsi game plans. The only problem was Sidorovich: that he is dead didn't help business WITH FOGDOOD. Inconspicuous pygmy bandits infiltrated ingenious inaccessible infrastructures, indenting insulation induced increased artifact theft to tropical tracts, tyrannically thrashing Transylvanian triangular thresholds. Tolik took the timer, trying to teleport 500 posts ahead. But the telephone decided to fuck your mother. Thus, YOUR MOM WAS PHONE AND DEMONS YOU ARE THE. OLOL LOL'D THE LOLZY LOLRUS INTO LOSING it's Brain to Professor Sakharov in a game, "Doin' it WRONG" "NO U" mumbled the METAL BOXES OF ELECTRICAL POWER WITH ALL CAPS BEIN' PAWP'D, NEGGUH. WHACHOO LOOKIN AT? GARY MOTHERFUCKING OAK!
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Tildety tilde tilded smashed by picket crawled up your nose and sold countless wonders, procrastinating procrastination: that's right, he said procrastination!! Congruence is a bolt, held open against your face - cold, inexorable, unrelenting! Speaking about Sidorovich ordering Zeno pizza with disgusting salami for 17 000 rubles (the average stalker having to squat in a moldy stingy porridge salesman's bunker eating DOGFOOD sold by Sidorovich at BASTARD OVERPRICED ridiculous sidenote lengths) because it was topped with powdered Moonlight and Urchin, and a sideorder of Snorkshake bucket, Controller brains dip, and Flesh crackling ;ryyrtd djogyrf tohjy, "That was bananas." "Bullshit, bananas don't bend that way." The bartender shouted "FOOL" at Vanya, making him push Sidorovich's corpse into the X10 lab's Snork Construction Room which created Snorkosids and Sidorovich regenerated. Able to jump straight into a pit of molten fruit punch, creating BOLT HOLD SIDDIE, he quickly dismantled Karcentric's fecal grammar and shot two drugs: pentaendomonotodextrin and assaholomophrin, rapidly becoming bloated and irritable, enddasentencedammit! With that, Cthulhu pth'agn R'lyeh lolled.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Karcentric's fecal grammar once again took hold over fucking your mother. Yes, Carnage's mother. And Afterburnzz's. Hard. Yes, Afterburnzz's dog. That's his mother. Actually, Carnageman's mother. Something truly terrible, yet SIDOROVICH IS DEAD FOR GOOD! Really now? Let's celebrate! HE REGENERATED! Bullshit, Sidoroviches don't exist. Or do Llamas just pop in out of nowhere, like BOLTS and HOLD OPEN being DOGFOOD. Auspicious, the mad bandit guru lead spies quickly succumbed to Kobura's fecal grammar. No fecal grammar could possibly match your mother's, though. Serial rapist Sidorovich definitely defiled her. These fragment sentences are as profound, as they are braindead due to having their brains fried in their skulls by the rebuilt Brain Scorcher. That was lame. Almost as lame as Ganja having a sandvich with Heavy Sidorovich guy, who was outsmarted. Not a hard thing to do, considering SIDOROVICH, the bastard, is dead. No, that's a Siddie, not a paraplegic fat bastard, who sells overpriced BASTARD radiators: 200 000 000 0 RU . Motherfucking rubles. Bastard. Ass. Random words.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Once upon a midnight dreary, pissing, the mad bandit, was a lolcamel and sexy Sidorovich was a zombie that ZSG loved back to death because they're necrophiliacs. Not that it matters, Sidorovich regeneration gives you AIDS, osteoporosis and hemorrhoids. In other news Admin said MONOLITH! YES HE DID! Doing it wrong is a shame, and is WRONG. So stop it. So sexy Sidorovich, dying, proclaimed that he was leaving Nitro his bunker: Due to alcoholic poisoning by Cardan, this was exceptional. Or was it? Sure it was, but was WRONG. God, too wrong, like beer milkshakes or carrot flavored radioactive zombie herpes. Definitely not the best choice around here. What is this shit?! Cried the clone of MAH BOI, STRIVING TO GET DINNER. BUT ALAS, DINNER WAS ALREADY SERVED! And Vano said "My nose has melted into the orange flesh eye, and the Sidorovich stockpiles have dwindled, leaving him with Trololo peanut butter. Basically, everyone's in Pripyat, eating spam bought from Sidorovich." without drawing breath! BOLT HOLD OPEN will save us from Voronin's satanic ways, leaving him, Zhorik's mutated daughter and her radiator. Garik's rap battle failed to impress MC Docent Suslov: the alpha and omega of rap (if not counting Sidorovich's mix tape, sold at BASTARD, BULLSHIT, FUCKING EXPENSIVE Judenstrudelberg sponsored stores)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After his lengthy length penetrated all sorts of bullshit polka dancing bandits)<- THE FUCKING COLON IS HAUNTING ME! Well, seeing that Skogstroll drew his, looked at it and ate some unnecessary commas, we performed tonsillectomy, vasectomy, lobotomy and autobiography. Chef, the chef was an Anarchist. Suprisingly enough. "Word!" Replied the only friendly dancing zombie, holding bolts open. Communisation was implemented without any sauce spread over the Diet Sausage and the tildes in Simple Snow's basement, flooded by diarrhea and vodka, which taste good together. As long as the stool's fresh. I wat'd.
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Short stroke pistons stroke striking prickly pork, pounding pans set seldom a sellable Sidorovich prices, poking with prickly penetrators, seeking somnambulist sonatas. Powerful, submersible septic serpentine synchronics sway TO THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH SHITTY MUSICALS. Back In The USSR there was this girl that I kinda liked, but she was sent a letter which demolished her house, making rape the primary food source, ruling her out. Saddened by this, several bandits killed me and cut an apple into 5 pieces, leaving me to resurrect another Sidorovich clone. "DAMMIT MORE SIDOROVICH!", she yelled when MC Docent Suslov played a commercial video with DJ Garik naked in OG Father Valerian's Loner Camp love tub and jacuzzi, with bloodsuckers and fleshes in catsuits. When the vodka charged, shouting "FOOL!" at Mr.T who, taking in a room full of strange antics, joined with Zulu, sounddocking a vodka bottle in a way guaranteed to cause untold mayhem, runny stools and intense cranial hemorrhaging. For those concerned, GET IN HERE, STALKER! GET OUT OF MY DREAMS! Jump into the goatse with the snorks, releasing mixtapes , rapping to the cabaret of Poker to DJ Garik's beats, inducing long lasting addictions to Wu Tang's last meal. Respectively, NUKULAR SHROOMZ and ice cream led to this.

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FIRST MATE SIDOROVICH! DROP AND GIVE ME NINETY THOUSAND OF YOUR HARDEST PSEUDODOG TAILS AND OVERPRICED BASTARD SUITS. SUDDENLY, DISCO DANCE DIMITROFF DROPPED DOWN, ALL THE SINGLE, DATING, AND WEDDED SIDOROVICH LOOK ALIKES ALLOWED ADDITIONAL ADDITIVES AT ALLOTED ADDICTIVE ASSIGNED ANTISOCIAL ANABIOTICS ADDICTIVE ALOTTED AROUND ANONYMOUS ANIMAL APTITUDES. AIMING AN AK AT AN ANTONOV, ALEX ARSEFACEY ANNIHILATED ANASTASIA'S AILING AUNTS. AFTER ABNORMALLY ANGERING ANDROPOV, ALEX AIDED AARDVARKS' AUSPICIOUS ADVANCES ALTERING ALEX'S ACTING ALL AGAINST AKSU ABOVE AUSTRALIA AMIABLY ALTERING AUGMENTED ASTERISKS. ANDROPOV APPLIED ALEX'S, effectively stopping this.
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In capitalist America URGL BRGLS YOU! This is because orange flavoured snorks worship their Monoliths like crazy polar and bipolar Svoboda members who forgot to hate to create Sidorovich clones and love their snorks with tits. "SNORKS WITH TITS?!", General Voronin demanded sauce, seeing how kiddiot spammers invaded OH DUDE SNORKS WITH TITS is YEARNING FOR BANNAGE by zombiefyed traders who wear stockings on their arms cause their legs were dissolved by Carnage's absinthe cocktail and fruit punch mix, which was swimming in urine, like, dude, like, a wild Sidorovich just jumped off an oak, dying almost completely. But Sidorovich regeneration BOLTS THE COFFIN OF HOLD OPEN, thereforeby incapacitating all surrounding bagel-eating Sidorovichs, forcing PRICE CUTS! ON OVERPRICED SUITS! No fucking way... YES FUCKING WAY, ONLY 59,999RU, 99 COPECKS! HOW CAN YOU RESIST THE SIDOROLITH? Quite easily actually, considering SIDDIE NEVER HAD A SHRINE, only three temples. Made of stinking OLD MAN BACKGROUNDS, WHICH ARE DISGUSTING AND DECREPIT HORRIBLE, raping eyes everywhere. So brave Skogstroll did a RickRoll, drew his mighty awesome Niggamortis LP with its PINGAS , PENDOUS, PIENDISH, PINESS, all while screaming: SHIT ON SIDOROVICH, say what honky? Fuck all holes of bovine excrement. Fuck dat shit.
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BASTARD SIDOROVICH fans continued price gouging, shitting kopecks and brown-nosing Sidorovich. Who deserved it. Wait, is that -HOLD THAT BOLT! TOO MUCH CANCER! OR IS IHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG-

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The previous paragraph was shorter than Mitay's Sidorovich boner towards the uncanny stalker who was collecting Rule 63 to his precious snorks, adding TITS, being slapped in the face by an unbelievably mighty man-sausage from Sidorovich fan club and stopped his silly shit. Soodooroovooch! Hovong collod Morkod one, time again, Dragunov stopped picking his nose. I had a knife, somewhere, a knife! "WHICH SPARROW STOLE FEATHERS FOR ITS FECAL GRAMMAR NEST?", yelled Adder at Maginot's rather disloyal display of assholery through incredulous dullard-like drinking skills. Behind your backs, admins were planning something, like permabannage or inhumation with maximum efficiency, agility, weed killer and Trololo murderous BASTARD cakes of soap flakes that PWNT Sidorovich into endless clones of Chernobyl, invading the Rookie Camp and increasing prices remarkably.

[Διμι]

~Let's begin anew and try not to become a gibbering mass of BOLT HOLD OPEN. Fuck, that failed as BOLT HOLD took command of OPEN and spawned a terrible meme. The friendly zombie, detrats ot epyt sdrawkcab, tub stopped talking to budgies, removing unnecessary tildes, and tripping over new ganja shipments. Thankfully there was enough Swaziland for HOLT BOLD to get ONEP, but
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Fuck your paragraph.
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Fuck yours too. Strike 47 for the teapot team.
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After Senka dropped a big shite and got banned. There was little dispute to Dimitroff's itchy ban hammer, but there wasn't an extra line left for Ganja, who dropped two.


And began to procrastinate, terribly. Peanut brained Sidorovich, however, forgot where his Skogstroll's mighty sausage wasn't available for FOOL, leading to a trap for bears (which hadn't caused any trouble up until now. When suddenly a skeleton popped out brandishing Sidorovich's soggy bodily secretions, making noises that indicated erection was achieved. "Flee!" cried the sane, while YOU failed to run in a silly burn into the pit of eternal burination before someone said: "well, this certainly isn't the Russian bricks that I ate earlier, making for one interesting dinner conversation. "Pass the salt and here's your ["]. Mass quote confusion surely would confuse anyone except for the one who fucked your mother. With that lovely, this fact shocked several fuzeboxes, from here to Yantar. The radiators, however disturbed the flora, remove all vacuum or else the meme is broken. Sid's many lamas, misspelled horrifically by Zeno's internet browser. Sentence fragment pwnage. Is not only a tragedy, but also fucks up fucking fuckery, fucktard! "Дабай, Ара, всё!" Some drunk guy beat up emos, who were actually asking for it. An emergency evacuation of bowels lead to gulag tiem.
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In glorious CCCP paragraph starts you! Said the renowned, confirming the fact there was no fungi to be taken with tomatoes on the radiator. Once again, Sidorovich IS DEAD, because I HATE HIM and his DOGFOOD, SO FUCK HIM. Overly ambitious Carnage is awesome, so Pinnochio's nose grew. Carnage sitting on his awesome chair, missing one leg, is still awesome. For a flesh. Except on Wednesdays of broken sentences. FUCK YOU GUYS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! BOLT HOLD...NO YOU! Then Santa Claus invaded the pants of dead Sidorovich, gnolting mold tokens. But Chris Hansen didn't like the colour of the sex predator's car, so he planted a nuclear bomb up your arse. Clearasil ate children during Sidorovich variety exhibition in the main hall. Pepsi makes for tipsy cocktails when mixed with DOGFOOD sandvich will make you screw grammar in glorious CCCP, land of Sidorovich reign, unless he's dead... Which allows grammar to prosper successfully, ruining sentences everywhere wait, how? Grammar children like zombie goats. The stock market fell when BOLT OUT OF HERE YOU DAMNED MEMES. "Mission accomplished!" said the almighty BOLTER HOLDER OPENER grizzly bear troll, whose procrastination exemplars are unrivaled throughout. "Throughout what, exactly?" Asked the bear. "Throughout the world, you drunken buffoon!", answered the Illuminati. Limp Dick Gwajabba lol'd, causing untold horrors of lost games. However, the game wasn't lost, as Candlejack qui
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"That was interesting." One guy commented on the friendly Christmas zombie gambler who lost garters in the bottomless pit of marshmallows. Rogue Ganja salesmen plotted against Hutu, planning to steal Tutsi game plans. The only problem was Sidorovich: that he is dead didn't help business WITH FOGDOOD. Inconspicuous pygmy bandits infiltrated ingenious inaccessible infrastructures, indenting insulation induced increased artifact theft to tropical tracts, tyrannically thrashing Transylvanian triangular thresholds. Tolik took the timer, trying to teleport 500 posts ahead. But the telephone decided to fuck your mother. Thus, YOUR MOM WAS PHONE AND DEMONS YOU ARE THE. OLOL LOL'D THE LOLZY LOLRUS INTO LOSING it's Brain to Professor Sakharov in a game, "Doin' it WRONG" "NO U" mumbled the METAL BOXES OF ELECTRICAL POWER WITH ALL CAPS BEIN' PAWP'D, NEGGUH. WHACHOO LOOKIN AT? GARY MOTHERFUCKING OAK!
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Tildety tilde tilded smashed by picket crawled up your nose and sold countless wonders, procrastinating procrastination: that's right, he said procrastination!! Congruence is a bolt, held open against your face - cold, inexorable, unrelenting! Speaking about Sidorovich ordering Zeno pizza with disgusting salami for 17 000 rubles (the average stalker having to squat in a moldy stingy porridge salesman's bunker eating DOGFOOD sold by Sidorovich at BASTARD OVERPRICED ridiculous sidenote lengths) because it was topped with powdered Moonlight and Urchin, and a sideorder of Snorkshake bucket, Controller brains dip, and Flesh crackling ;ryyrtd djogyrf tohjy, "That was bananas." "Bullshit, bananas don't bend that way." The bartender shouted "FOOL" at Vanya, making him push Sidorovich's corpse into the X10 lab's Snork Construction Room which created Snorkosids and Sidorovich regenerated. Able to jump straight into a pit of molten fruit punch, creating BOLT HOLD SIDDIE, he quickly dismantled Karcentric's fecal grammar and shot two drugs: pentaendomonotodextrin and assaholomophrin, rapidly becoming bloated and irritable, enddasentencedammit! With that, Cthulhu pth'agn R'lyeh lolled.
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Karcentric's fecal grammar once again took hold over fucking your mother. Yes, Carnage's mother. And Afterburnzz's. Hard. Yes, Afterburnzz's dog. That's his mother. Actually, Carnageman's mother. Something truly terrible, yet SIDOROVICH IS DEAD FOR GOOD! Really now? Let's celebrate! HE REGENERATED! Bullshit, Sidoroviches don't exist. Or do Llamas just pop in out of nowhere, like BOLTS and HOLD OPEN being DOGFOOD. Auspicious, the mad bandit guru lead spies quickly succumbed to Kobura's fecal grammar. No fecal grammar could possibly match your mother's, though. Serial rapist Sidorovich definitely defiled her. These fragment sentences are as profound, as they are braindead due to having their brains fried in their skulls by the rebuilt Brain Scorcher. That was lame. Almost as lame as Ganja having a sandvich with Heavy Sidorovich guy, who was outsmarted. Not a hard thing to do, considering SIDOROVICH, the bastard, is dead. No, that's a Siddie, not a paraplegic fat bastard, who sells overpriced BASTARD radiators: 200 000 000 0 RU . Motherfucking rubles. Bastard. Ass. Random words.
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Once upon a midnight dreary, pissing, the mad bandit, was a lolcamel and sexy Sidorovich was a zombie that ZSG loved back to death because they're necrophiliacs. Not that it matters, Sidorovich regeneration gives you AIDS, osteoporosis and hemorrhoids. In other news Admin said MONOLITH! YES HE DID! Doing it wrong is a shame, and is WRONG. So stop it. So sexy Sidorovich, dying, proclaimed that he was leaving Nitro his bunker: Due to alcoholic poisoning by Cardan, this was exceptional. Or was it? Sure it was, but was WRONG. God, too wrong, like beer milkshakes or carrot flavored radioactive zombie herpes. Definitely not the best choice around here. What is this shit?! Cried the clone of MAH BOI, STRIVING TO GET DINNER. BUT ALAS, DINNER WAS ALREADY SERVED! And Vano said "My nose has melted into the orange flesh eye, and the Sidorovich stockpiles have dwindled, leaving him with Trololo peanut butter. Basically, everyone's in Pripyat, eating spam bought from Sidorovich." without drawing breath! BOLT HOLD OPEN will save us from Voronin's satanic ways, leaving him, Zhorik's mutated daughter and her radiator. Garik's rap battle failed to impress MC Docent Suslov: the alpha and omega of rap (if not counting Sidorovich's mix tape, sold at BASTARD, BULLSHIT, FUCKING EXPENSIVE Judenstrudelberg sponsored stores)
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After his lengthy length penetrated all sorts of bullshit polka dancing bandits)<- THE FUCKING COLON IS HAUNTING ME! Well, seeing that Skogstroll drew his, looked at it and ate some unnecessary commas, we performed tonsillectomy, vasectomy, lobotomy and autobiography. Chef, the chef was an Anarchist. Suprisingly enough. "Word!" Replied the only friendly dancing zombie, holding bolts open. Communisation was implemented without any sauce spread over the Diet Sausage and the tildes in Simple Snow's basement, flooded by diarrhea and vodka, which taste good together. As long as the stool's fresh. I wat'd.
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Short stroke pistons stroke striking prickly pork, pounding pans set seldom a sellable Sidorovich prices, poking with prickly penetrators, seeking somnambulist sonatas. Powerful, submersible septic serpentine synchronics sway TO THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH SHITTY MUSICALS. Back In The USSR there was this girl that I kinda liked, but she was sent a letter which demolished her house, making rape the primary food source, ruling her out. Saddened by this, several bandits killed me and cut an apple into 5 pieces, leaving me to resurrect another Sidorovich clone. "DAMMIT MORE SIDOROVICH!", she yelled when MC Docent Suslov played a commercial video with DJ Garik naked in OG Father Valerian's Loner Camp love tub and jacuzzi, with bloodsuckers and fleshes in catsuits. When the vodka charged, shouting "FOOL!" at Mr.T who, taking in a room full of strange antics, joined with Zulu, sounddocking a vodka bottle in a way guaranteed to cause untold mayhem, runny stools and intense cranial hemorrhaging. For those concerned, GET IN HERE, STALKER! GET OUT OF MY DREAMS! Jump into the goatse with the snorks, releasing mixtapes , rapping to the cabaret of Poker to DJ Garik's beats, inducing long lasting addictions to Wu Tang's last meal. Respectively, NUKULAR SHROOMZ and ice cream led to this.

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FIRST MATE SIDOROVICH! DROP AND GIVE ME NINETY THOUSAND OF YOUR HARDEST PSEUDODOG TAILS AND OVERPRICED BASTARD SUITS. SUDDENLY, DISCO DANCE DIMITROFF DROPPED DOWN, ALL THE SINGLE, DATING, AND WEDDED SIDOROVICH LOOK ALIKES ALLOWED ADDITIONAL ADDITIVES AT ALLOTED ADDICTIVE ASSIGNED ANTISOCIAL ANABIOTICS ADDICTIVE ALOTTED AROUND ANONYMOUS ANIMAL APTITUDES. AIMING AN AK AT AN ANTONOV, ALEX ARSEFACEY ANNIHILATED ANASTASIA'S AILING AUNTS. AFTER ABNORMALLY ANGERING ANDROPOV, ALEX AIDED AARDVARKS' AUSPICIOUS ADVANCES ALTERING ALEX'S ACTING ALL AGAINST AKSU ABOVE AUSTRALIA AMIABLY ALTERING AUGMENTED ASTERISKS. ANDROPOV APPLIED ALEX'S, effectively stopping this.
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In capitalist America URGL BRGLS YOU! This is because orange flavoured snorks worship their Monoliths like crazy polar and bipolar Svoboda members who forgot to hate to create Sidorovich clones and love their snorks with tits. "SNORKS WITH TITS?!", General Voronin demanded sauce, seeing how kiddiot spammers invaded OH DUDE SNORKS WITH TITS is YEARNING FOR BANNAGE by zombiefyed traders who wear stockings on their arms cause their legs were dissolved by Carnage's absinthe cocktail and fruit punch mix, which was swimming in urine, like, dude, like, a wild Sidorovich just jumped off an oak, dying almost completely. But Sidorovich regeneration BOLTS THE COFFIN OF HOLD OPEN, thereforeby incapacitating all surrounding bagel-eating Sidorovichs, forcing PRICE CUTS! ON OVERPRICED SUITS! No fucking way... YES FUCKING WAY, ONLY 59,999RU, 99 COPECKS! HOW CAN YOU RESIST THE SIDOROLITH? Quite easily actually, considering SIDDIE NEVER HAD A SHRINE, only three temples. Made of stinking OLD MAN BACKGROUNDS, WHICH ARE DISGUSTING AND DECREPIT HORRIBLE, raping eyes everywhere. So brave Skogstroll did a RickRoll, drew his mighty awesome Niggamortis LP with its PINGAS , PENDOUS, PIENDISH, PINESS, all while screaming: SHIT ON SIDOROVICH, say what honky? Fuck all holes of bovine excrement. Fuck dat shit.
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BASTARD SIDOROVICH fans continued price gouging, shitting kopecks and brown-nosing Sidorovich. Who deserved it. Wait, is that -HOLD THAT BOLT! TOO MUCH CANCER! OR IS IHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG-

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The previous paragraph was shorter than Mitay's Sidorovich boner towards the uncanny stalker who was collecting Rule 63 to his precious snorks, adding TITS, being slapped in the face by an unbelievably mighty man-sausage from Sidorovich fan club and stopped his silly shit. Soodooroovooch! Hovong collod Morkod one, time again, Dragunov stopped picking his nose. I had a knife, somewhere, a knife! "WHICH SPARROW STOLE FEATHERS FOR ITS FECAL GRAMMAR NEST?", yelled Adder at Maginot's rather disloyal display of assholery through incredulous dullard-like drinking skills. Behind your backs, admins were planning something, like permabannage or inhumation with maximum efficiency, agility, weed killer and Trololo murderous BASTARD cakes of soap flakes that PWNT Sidorovich into endless clones of Chernobyl, invading the Rookie Camp and increasing prices remarkably. "60,000.01 RU BASTARD SUITS?!"

[Carnageman]

~Let's begin anew and try not to become a gibbering mass of BOLT HOLD OPEN. Fuck, that failed as BOLT HOLD took command of OPEN and spawned a terrible meme. The friendly zombie, detrats ot epyt sdrawkcab, tub stopped talking to budgies, removing unnecessary tildes, and tripping over new ganja shipments. Thankfully there was enough Swaziland for HOLT BOLD to get ONEP, but
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Fuck your paragraph.
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Fuck yours too. Strike 47 for the teapot team.
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After Senka dropped a big shite and got banned. There was little dispute to Dimitroff's itchy ban hammer, but there wasn't an extra line left for Ganja, who dropped two.


And began to procrastinate, terribly. Peanut brained Sidorovich, however, forgot where his Skogstroll's mighty sausage wasn't available for FOOL, leading to a trap for bears (which hadn't caused any trouble up until now. When suddenly a skeleton popped out brandishing Sidorovich's soggy bodily secretions, making noises that indicated erection was achieved. "Flee!" cried the sane, while YOU failed to run in a silly burn into the pit of eternal burination before someone said: "well, this certainly isn't the Russian bricks that I ate earlier, making for one interesting dinner conversation. "Pass the salt and here's your ["]. Mass quote confusion surely would confuse anyone except for the one who fucked your mother. With that lovely, this fact shocked several fuzeboxes, from here to Yantar. The radiators, however disturbed the flora, remove all vacuum or else the meme is broken. Sid's many lamas, misspelled horrifically by Zeno's internet browser. Sentence fragment pwnage. Is not only a tragedy, but also fucks up fucking fuckery, fucktard! "Дабай, Ара, всё!" Some drunk guy beat up emos, who were actually asking for it. An emergency evacuation of bowels lead to gulag tiem.
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In glorious CCCP paragraph starts you! Said the renowned, confirming the fact there was no fungi to be taken with tomatoes on the radiator. Once again, Sidorovich IS DEAD, because I HATE HIM and his DOGFOOD, SO FUCK HIM. Overly ambitious Carnage is awesome, so Pinnochio's nose grew. Carnage sitting on his awesome chair, missing one leg, is still awesome. For a flesh. Except on Wednesdays of broken sentences. FUCK YOU GUYS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! BOLT HOLD...NO YOU! Then Santa Claus invaded the pants of dead Sidorovich, gnolting mold tokens. But Chris Hansen didn't like the colour of the sex predator's car, so he planted a nuclear bomb up your arse. Clearasil ate children during Sidorovich variety exhibition in the main hall. Pepsi makes for tipsy cocktails when mixed with DOGFOOD sandvich will make you screw grammar in glorious CCCP, land of Sidorovich reign, unless he's dead... Which allows grammar to prosper successfully, ruining sentences everywhere wait, how? Grammar children like zombie goats. The stock market fell when BOLT OUT OF HERE YOU DAMNED MEMES. "Mission accomplished!" said the almighty BOLTER HOLDER OPENER grizzly bear troll, whose procrastination exemplars are unrivaled throughout. "Throughout what, exactly?" Asked the bear. "Throughout the world, you drunken buffoon!", answered the Illuminati. Limp Dick Gwajabba lol'd, causing untold horrors of lost games. However, the game wasn't lost, as Candlejack qui
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"That was interesting." One guy commented on the friendly Christmas zombie gambler who lost garters in the bottomless pit of marshmallows. Rogue Ganja salesmen plotted against Hutu, planning to steal Tutsi game plans. The only problem was Sidorovich: that he is dead didn't help business WITH FOGDOOD. Inconspicuous pygmy bandits infiltrated ingenious inaccessible infrastructures, indenting insulation induced increased artifact theft to tropical tracts, tyrannically thrashing Transylvanian triangular thresholds. Tolik took the timer, trying to teleport 500 posts ahead. But the telephone decided to fuck your mother. Thus, YOUR MOM WAS PHONE AND DEMONS YOU ARE THE. OLOL LOL'D THE LOLZY LOLRUS INTO LOSING it's Brain to Professor Sakharov in a game, "Doin' it WRONG" "NO U" mumbled the METAL BOXES OF ELECTRICAL POWER WITH ALL CAPS BEIN' PAWP'D, NEGGUH. WHACHOO LOOKIN AT? GARY MOTHERFUCKING OAK!
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Tildety tilde tilded smashed by picket crawled up your nose and sold countless wonders, procrastinating procrastination: that's right, he said procrastination!! Congruence is a bolt, held open against your face - cold, inexorable, unrelenting! Speaking about Sidorovich ordering Zeno pizza with disgusting salami for 17 000 rubles (the average stalker having to squat in a moldy stingy porridge salesman's bunker eating DOGFOOD sold by Sidorovich at BASTARD OVERPRICED ridiculous sidenote lengths) because it was topped with powdered Moonlight and Urchin, and a sideorder of Snorkshake bucket, Controller brains dip, and Flesh crackling ;ryyrtd djogyrf tohjy, "That was bananas." "Bullshit, bananas don't bend that way." The bartender shouted "FOOL" at Vanya, making him push Sidorovich's corpse into the X10 lab's Snork Construction Room which created Snorkosids and Sidorovich regenerated. Able to jump straight into a pit of molten fruit punch, creating BOLT HOLD SIDDIE, he quickly dismantled Karcentric's fecal grammar and shot two drugs: pentaendomonotodextrin and assaholomophrin, rapidly becoming bloated and irritable, enddasentencedammit! With that, Cthulhu pth'agn R'lyeh lolled.
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Karcentric's fecal grammar once again took hold over fucking your mother. Yes, Carnage's mother. And Afterburnzz's. Hard. Yes, Afterburnzz's dog. That's his mother. Actually, Carnageman's mother. Something truly terrible, yet SIDOROVICH IS DEAD FOR GOOD! Really now? Let's celebrate! HE REGENERATED! Bullshit, Sidoroviches don't exist. Or do Llamas just pop in out of nowhere, like BOLTS and HOLD OPEN being DOGFOOD. Auspicious, the mad bandit guru lead spies quickly succumbed to Kobura's fecal grammar. No fecal grammar could possibly match your mother's, though. Serial rapist Sidorovich definitely defiled her. These fragment sentences are as profound, as they are braindead due to having their brains fried in their skulls by the rebuilt Brain Scorcher. That was lame. Almost as lame as Ganja having a sandvich with Heavy Sidorovich guy, who was outsmarted. Not a hard thing to do, considering SIDOROVICH, the bastard, is dead. No, that's a Siddie, not a paraplegic fat bastard, who sells overpriced BASTARD radiators: 200 000 000 0 RU . Motherfucking rubles. Bastard. Ass. Random words.
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Once upon a midnight dreary, pissing, the mad bandit, was a lolcamel and sexy Sidorovich was a zombie that ZSG loved back to death because they're necrophiliacs. Not that it matters, Sidorovich regeneration gives you AIDS, osteoporosis and hemorrhoids. In other news Admin said MONOLITH! YES HE DID! Doing it wrong is a shame, and is WRONG. So stop it. So sexy Sidorovich, dying, proclaimed that he was leaving Nitro his bunker: Due to alcoholic poisoning by Cardan, this was exceptional. Or was it? Sure it was, but was WRONG. God, too wrong, like beer milkshakes or carrot flavored radioactive zombie herpes. Definitely not the best choice around here. What is this shit?! Cried the clone of MAH BOI, STRIVING TO GET DINNER. BUT ALAS, DINNER WAS ALREADY SERVED! And Vano said "My nose has melted into the orange flesh eye, and the Sidorovich stockpiles have dwindled, leaving him with Trololo peanut butter. Basically, everyone's in Pripyat, eating spam bought from Sidorovich." without drawing breath! BOLT HOLD OPEN will save us from Voronin's satanic ways, leaving him, Zhorik's mutated daughter and her radiator. Garik's rap battle failed to impress MC Docent Suslov: the alpha and omega of rap (if not counting Sidorovich's mix tape, sold at BASTARD, BULLSHIT, FUCKING EXPENSIVE Judenstrudelberg sponsored stores)
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After his lengthy length penetrated all sorts of bullshit polka dancing bandits)<- THE FUCKING COLON IS HAUNTING ME! Well, seeing that Skogstroll drew his, looked at it and ate some unnecessary commas, we performed tonsillectomy, vasectomy, lobotomy and autobiography. Chef, the chef was an Anarchist. Suprisingly enough. "Word!" Replied the only friendly dancing zombie, holding bolts open. Communisation was implemented without any sauce spread over the Diet Sausage and the tildes in Simple Snow's basement, flooded by diarrhea and vodka, which taste good together. As long as the stool's fresh. I wat'd.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Short stroke pistons stroke striking prickly pork, pounding pans set seldom a sellable Sidorovich prices, poking with prickly penetrators, seeking somnambulist sonatas. Powerful, submersible septic serpentine synchronics sway TO THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH SHITTY MUSICALS. Back In The USSR there was this girl that I kinda liked, but she was sent a letter which demolished her house, making rape the primary food source, ruling her out. Saddened by this, several bandits killed me and cut an apple into 5 pieces, leaving me to resurrect another Sidorovich clone. "DAMMIT MORE SIDOROVICH!", she yelled when MC Docent Suslov played a commercial video with DJ Garik naked in OG Father Valerian's Loner Camp love tub and jacuzzi, with bloodsuckers and fleshes in catsuits. When the vodka charged, shouting "FOOL!" at Mr.T who, taking in a room full of strange antics, joined with Zulu, sounddocking a vodka bottle in a way guaranteed to cause untold mayhem, runny stools and intense cranial hemorrhaging. For those concerned, GET IN HERE, STALKER! GET OUT OF MY DREAMS! Jump into the goatse with the snorks, releasing mixtapes , rapping to the cabaret of Poker to DJ Garik's beats, inducing long lasting addictions to Wu Tang's last meal. Respectively, NUKULAR SHROOMZ and ice cream led to this.

.

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FIRST MATE SIDOROVICH! DROP AND GIVE ME NINETY THOUSAND OF YOUR HARDEST PSEUDODOG TAILS AND OVERPRICED BASTARD SUITS. SUDDENLY, DISCO DANCE DIMITROFF DROPPED DOWN, ALL THE SINGLE, DATING, AND WEDDED SIDOROVICH LOOK ALIKES ALLOWED ADDITIONAL ADDITIVES AT ALLOTED ADDICTIVE ASSIGNED ANTISOCIAL ANABIOTICS ADDICTIVE ALOTTED AROUND ANONYMOUS ANIMAL APTITUDES. AIMING AN AK AT AN ANTONOV, ALEX ARSEFACEY ANNIHILATED ANASTASIA'S AILING AUNTS. AFTER ABNORMALLY ANGERING ANDROPOV, ALEX AIDED AARDVARKS' AUSPICIOUS ADVANCES ALTERING ALEX'S ACTING ALL AGAINST AKSU ABOVE AUSTRALIA AMIABLY ALTERING AUGMENTED ASTERISKS. ANDROPOV APPLIED ALEX'S, effectively stopping this.
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In capitalist America URGL BRGLS YOU! This is because orange flavoured snorks worship their Monoliths like crazy polar and bipolar Svoboda members who forgot to hate to create Sidorovich clones and love their snorks with tits. "SNORKS WITH TITS?!", General Voronin demanded sauce, seeing how kiddiot spammers invaded OH DUDE SNORKS WITH TITS is YEARNING FOR BANNAGE by zombiefyed traders who wear stockings on their arms cause their legs were dissolved by Carnage's absinthe cocktail and fruit punch mix, which was swimming in urine, like, dude, like, a wild Sidorovich just jumped off an oak, dying almost completely. But Sidorovich regeneration BOLTS THE COFFIN OF HOLD OPEN, thereforeby incapacitating all surrounding bagel-eating Sidorovichs, forcing PRICE CUTS! ON OVERPRICED SUITS! No fucking way... YES FUCKING WAY, ONLY 59,999RU, 99 COPECKS! HOW CAN YOU RESIST THE SIDOROLITH? Quite easily actually, considering SIDDIE NEVER HAD A SHRINE, only three temples. Made of stinking OLD MAN BACKGROUNDS, WHICH ARE DISGUSTING AND DECREPIT HORRIBLE, raping eyes everywhere. So brave Skogstroll did a RickRoll, drew his mighty awesome Niggamortis LP with its PINGAS , PENDOUS, PIENDISH, PINESS, all while screaming: SHIT ON SIDOROVICH, say what honky? Fuck all holes of bovine excrement. Fuck dat shit.
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BASTARD SIDOROVICH fans continued price gouging, shitting kopecks and brown-nosing Sidorovich. Who deserved it. Wait, is that -HOLD THAT BOLT! TOO MUCH CANCER! OR IS IHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG-

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The previous paragraph was shorter than Mitay's Sidorovich boner towards the uncanny stalker who was collecting Rule 63 to his precious snorks, adding TITS, being slapped in the face by an unbelievably mighty man-sausage from Sidorovich fan club and stopped his silly shit. Soodooroovooch! Hovong collod Morkod one, time again, Dragunov stopped picking his nose. I had a knife, somewhere, a knife! "WHICH SPARROW STOLE FEATHERS FOR ITS FECAL GRAMMAR NEST?", yelled Adder at Maginot's rather disloyal display of assholery through incredulous dullard-like drinking skills. Behind your backs, admins were planning something, like permabannage or inhumation with maximum efficiency, agility, weed killer and Trololo murderous BASTARD cakes of soap flakes that PWNT Sidorovich into endless clones of Chernobyl, invading the Rookie Camp and increasing prices remarkably. "60,000.01 RU BASTARD SUITS?!" Fuck me sideways!

[jeniskunk]

~Let's begin anew and try not to become a gibbering mass of BOLT HOLD OPEN. Fuck, that failed as BOLT HOLD took command of OPEN and spawned a terrible meme. The friendly zombie, detrats ot epyt sdrawkcab, tub stopped talking to budgies, removing unnecessary tildes, and tripping over new ganja shipments. Thankfully there was enough Swaziland for HOLT BOLD to get ONEP, but
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Fuck your paragraph.
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Fuck yours too. Strike 47 for the teapot team.
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After Senka dropped a big shite and got banned. There was little dispute to Dimitroff's itchy ban hammer, but there wasn't an extra line left for Ganja, who dropped two.


And began to procrastinate, terribly. Peanut brained Sidorovich, however, forgot where his Skogstroll's mighty sausage wasn't available for FOOL, leading to a trap for bears (which hadn't caused any trouble up until now. When suddenly a skeleton popped out brandishing Sidorovich's soggy bodily secretions, making noises that indicated erection was achieved. "Flee!" cried the sane, while YOU failed to run in a silly burn into the pit of eternal burination before someone said: "well, this certainly isn't the Russian bricks that I ate earlier, making for one interesting dinner conversation. "Pass the salt and here's your ["]. Mass quote confusion surely would confuse anyone except for the one who fucked your mother. With that lovely, this fact shocked several fuzeboxes, from here to Yantar. The radiators, however disturbed the flora, remove all vacuum or else the meme is broken. Sid's many lamas, misspelled horrifically by Zeno's internet browser. Sentence fragment pwnage. Is not only a tragedy, but also fucks up fucking fuckery, fucktard! "Дабай, Ара, всё!" Some drunk guy beat up emos, who were actually asking for it. An emergency evacuation of bowels lead to gulag tiem.
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In glorious CCCP paragraph starts you! Said the renowned, confirming the fact there was no fungi to be taken with tomatoes on the radiator. Once again, Sidorovich IS DEAD, because I HATE HIM and his DOGFOOD, SO FUCK HIM. Overly ambitious Carnage is awesome, so Pinnochio's nose grew. Carnage sitting on his awesome chair, missing one leg, is still awesome. For a flesh. Except on Wednesdays of broken sentences. FUCK YOU GUYS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! BOLT HOLD...NO YOU! Then Santa Claus invaded the pants of dead Sidorovich, gnolting mold tokens. But Chris Hansen didn't like the colour of the sex predator's car, so he planted a nuclear bomb up your arse. Clearasil ate children during Sidorovich variety exhibition in the main hall. Pepsi makes for tipsy cocktails when mixed with DOGFOOD sandvich will make you screw grammar in glorious CCCP, land of Sidorovich reign, unless he's dead... Which allows grammar to prosper successfully, ruining sentences everywhere wait, how? Grammar children like zombie goats. The stock market fell when BOLT OUT OF HERE YOU DAMNED MEMES. "Mission accomplished!" said the almighty BOLTER HOLDER OPENER grizzly bear troll, whose procrastination exemplars are unrivaled throughout. "Throughout what, exactly?" Asked the bear. "Throughout the world, you drunken buffoon!", answered the Illuminati. Limp Dick Gwajabba lol'd, causing untold horrors of lost games. However, the game wasn't lost, as Candlejack qui
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"That was interesting." One guy commented on the friendly Christmas zombie gambler who lost garters in the bottomless pit of marshmallows. Rogue Ganja salesmen plotted against Hutu, planning to steal Tutsi game plans. The only problem was Sidorovich: that he is dead didn't help business WITH FOGDOOD. Inconspicuous pygmy bandits infiltrated ingenious inaccessible infrastructures, indenting insulation induced increased artifact theft to tropical tracts, tyrannically thrashing Transylvanian triangular thresholds. Tolik took the timer, trying to teleport 500 posts ahead. But the telephone decided to fuck your mother. Thus, YOUR MOM WAS PHONE AND DEMONS YOU ARE THE. OLOL LOL'D THE LOLZY LOLRUS INTO LOSING it's Brain to Professor Sakharov in a game, "Doin' it WRONG" "NO U" mumbled the METAL BOXES OF ELECTRICAL POWER WITH ALL CAPS BEIN' PAWP'D, NEGGUH. WHACHOO LOOKIN AT? GARY MOTHERFUCKING OAK!
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Tildety tilde tilded smashed by picket crawled up your nose and sold countless wonders, procrastinating procrastination: that's right, he said procrastination!! Congruence is a bolt, held open against your face - cold, inexorable, unrelenting! Speaking about Sidorovich ordering Zeno pizza with disgusting salami for 17 000 rubles (the average stalker having to squat in a moldy stingy porridge salesman's bunker eating DOGFOOD sold by Sidorovich at BASTARD OVERPRICED ridiculous sidenote lengths) because it was topped with powdered Moonlight and Urchin, and a sideorder of Snorkshake bucket, Controller brains dip, and Flesh crackling ;ryyrtd djogyrf tohjy, "That was bananas." "Bullshit, bananas don't bend that way." The bartender shouted "FOOL" at Vanya, making him push Sidorovich's corpse into the X10 lab's Snork Construction Room which created Snorkosids and Sidorovich regenerated. Able to jump straight into a pit of molten fruit punch, creating BOLT HOLD SIDDIE, he quickly dismantled Karcentric's fecal grammar and shot two drugs: pentaendomonotodextrin and assaholomophrin, rapidly becoming bloated and irritable, enddasentencedammit! With that, Cthulhu pth'agn R'lyeh lolled.
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Karcentric's fecal grammar once again took hold over fucking your mother. Yes, Carnage's mother. And Afterburnzz's. Hard. Yes, Afterburnzz's dog. That's his mother. Actually, Carnageman's mother. Something truly terrible, yet SIDOROVICH IS DEAD FOR GOOD! Really now? Let's celebrate! HE REGENERATED! Bullshit, Sidoroviches don't exist. Or do Llamas just pop in out of nowhere, like BOLTS and HOLD OPEN being DOGFOOD. Auspicious, the mad bandit guru lead spies quickly succumbed to Kobura's fecal grammar. No fecal grammar could possibly match your mother's, though. Serial rapist Sidorovich definitely defiled her. These fragment sentences are as profound, as they are braindead due to having their brains fried in their skulls by the rebuilt Brain Scorcher. That was lame. Almost as lame as Ganja having a sandvich with Heavy Sidorovich guy, who was outsmarted. Not a hard thing to do, considering SIDOROVICH, the bastard, is dead. No, that's a Siddie, not a paraplegic fat bastard, who sells overpriced BASTARD radiators: 200 000 000 0 RU . Motherfucking rubles. Bastard. Ass. Random words.
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Once upon a midnight dreary, pissing, the mad bandit, was a lolcamel and sexy Sidorovich was a zombie that ZSG loved back to death because they're necrophiliacs. Not that it matters, Sidorovich regeneration gives you AIDS, osteoporosis and hemorrhoids. In other news Admin said MONOLITH! YES HE DID! Doing it wrong is a shame, and is WRONG. So stop it. So sexy Sidorovich, dying, proclaimed that he was leaving Nitro his bunker: Due to alcoholic poisoning by Cardan, this was exceptional. Or was it? Sure it was, but was WRONG. God, too wrong, like beer milkshakes or carrot flavored radioactive zombie herpes. Definitely not the best choice around here. What is this shit?! Cried the clone of MAH BOI, STRIVING TO GET DINNER. BUT ALAS, DINNER WAS ALREADY SERVED! And Vano said "My nose has melted into the orange flesh eye, and the Sidorovich stockpiles have dwindled, leaving him with Trololo peanut butter. Basically, everyone's in Pripyat, eating spam bought from Sidorovich." without drawing breath! BOLT HOLD OPEN will save us from Voronin's satanic ways, leaving him, Zhorik's mutated daughter and her radiator. Garik's rap battle failed to impress MC Docent Suslov: the alpha and omega of rap (if not counting Sidorovich's mix tape, sold at BASTARD, BULLSHIT, FUCKING EXPENSIVE Judenstrudelberg sponsored stores)
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After his lengthy length penetrated all sorts of bullshit polka dancing bandits)<- THE FUCKING COLON IS HAUNTING ME! Well, seeing that Skogstroll drew his, looked at it and ate some unnecessary commas, we performed tonsillectomy, vasectomy, lobotomy and autobiography. Chef, the chef was an Anarchist. Suprisingly enough. "Word!" Replied the only friendly dancing zombie, holding bolts open. Communisation was implemented without any sauce spread over the Diet Sausage and the tildes in Simple Snow's basement, flooded by diarrhea and vodka, which taste good together. As long as the stool's fresh. I wat'd.
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Short stroke pistons stroke striking prickly pork, pounding pans set seldom a sellable Sidorovich prices, poking with prickly penetrators, seeking somnambulist sonatas. Powerful, submersible septic serpentine synchronics sway TO THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH SHITTY MUSICALS. Back In The USSR there was this girl that I kinda liked, but she was sent a letter which demolished her house, making rape the primary food source, ruling her out. Saddened by this, several bandits killed me and cut an apple into 5 pieces, leaving me to resurrect another Sidorovich clone. "DAMMIT MORE SIDOROVICH!", she yelled when MC Docent Suslov played a commercial video with DJ Garik naked in OG Father Valerian's Loner Camp love tub and jacuzzi, with bloodsuckers and fleshes in catsuits. When the vodka charged, shouting "FOOL!" at Mr.T who, taking in a room full of strange antics, joined with Zulu, sounddocking a vodka bottle in a way guaranteed to cause untold mayhem, runny stools and intense cranial hemorrhaging. For those concerned, GET IN HERE, STALKER! GET OUT OF MY DREAMS! Jump into the goatse with the snorks, releasing mixtapes , rapping to the cabaret of Poker to DJ Garik's beats, inducing long lasting addictions to Wu Tang's last meal. Respectively, NUKULAR SHROOMZ and ice cream led to this.

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FIRST MATE SIDOROVICH! DROP AND GIVE ME NINETY THOUSAND OF YOUR HARDEST PSEUDODOG TAILS AND OVERPRICED BASTARD SUITS. SUDDENLY, DISCO DANCE DIMITROFF DROPPED DOWN, ALL THE SINGLE, DATING, AND WEDDED SIDOROVICH LOOK ALIKES ALLOWED ADDITIONAL ADDITIVES AT ALLOTED ADDICTIVE ASSIGNED ANTISOCIAL ANABIOTICS ADDICTIVE ALOTTED AROUND ANONYMOUS ANIMAL APTITUDES. AIMING AN AK AT AN ANTONOV, ALEX ARSEFACEY ANNIHILATED ANASTASIA'S AILING AUNTS. AFTER ABNORMALLY ANGERING ANDROPOV, ALEX AIDED AARDVARKS' AUSPICIOUS ADVANCES ALTERING ALEX'S ACTING ALL AGAINST AKSU ABOVE AUSTRALIA AMIABLY ALTERING AUGMENTED ASTERISKS. ANDROPOV APPLIED ALEX'S, effectively stopping this.
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In capitalist America URGL BRGLS YOU! This is because orange flavoured snorks worship their Monoliths like crazy polar and bipolar Svoboda members who forgot to hate to create Sidorovich clones and love their snorks with tits. "SNORKS WITH TITS?!", General Voronin demanded sauce, seeing how kiddiot spammers invaded OH DUDE SNORKS WITH TITS is YEARNING FOR BANNAGE by zombiefyed traders who wear stockings on their arms cause their legs were dissolved by Carnage's absinthe cocktail and fruit punch mix, which was swimming in urine, like, dude, like, a wild Sidorovich just jumped off an oak, dying almost completely. But Sidorovich regeneration BOLTS THE COFFIN OF HOLD OPEN, thereforeby incapacitating all surrounding bagel-eating Sidorovichs, forcing PRICE CUTS! ON OVERPRICED SUITS! No fucking way... YES FUCKING WAY, ONLY 59,999RU, 99 COPECKS! HOW CAN YOU RESIST THE SIDOROLITH? Quite easily actually, considering SIDDIE NEVER HAD A SHRINE, only three temples. Made of stinking OLD MAN BACKGROUNDS, WHICH ARE DISGUSTING AND DECREPIT HORRIBLE, raping eyes everywhere. So brave Skogstroll did a RickRoll, drew his mighty awesome Niggamortis LP with its PINGAS , PENDOUS, PIENDISH, PINESS, all while screaming: SHIT ON SIDOROVICH, say what honky? Fuck all holes of bovine excrement. Fuck dat shit.
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BASTARD SIDOROVICH fans continued price gouging, shitting kopecks and brown-nosing Sidorovich. Who deserved it. Wait, is that -HOLD THAT BOLT! TOO MUCH CANCER! OR IS IHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG-

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The previous paragraph was shorter than Mitay's Sidorovich boner towards the uncanny stalker who was collecting Rule 63 to his precious snorks, adding TITS, being slapped in the face by an unbelievably mighty man-sausage from Sidorovich fan club and stopped his silly shit. Soodooroovooch! Hovong collod Morkod one, time again, Dragunov stopped picking his nose. I had a knife, somewhere, a knife! "WHICH SPARROW STOLE FEATHERS FOR ITS FECAL GRAMMAR NEST?", yelled Adder at Maginot's rather disloyal display of assholery through incredulous dullard-like drinking skills. Behind your backs, admins were planning something, like permabannage or inhumation with maximum efficiency, agility, weed killer and Trololo murderous BASTARD cakes of soap flakes that PWNT Sidorovich into endless clones of Chernobyl, invading the Rookie Camp and increasing prices remarkably. "60,000.01 RU BASTARD SUITS?! Fuck me sideways!" yelled Maginot, and

[Afterburner]

~Let's begin anew and try not to become a gibbering mass of BOLT HOLD OPEN. Fuck, that failed as BOLT HOLD took command of OPEN and spawned a terrible meme. The friendly zombie, detrats ot epyt sdrawkcab, tub stopped talking to budgies, removing unnecessary tildes, and tripping over new ganja shipments. Thankfully there was enough Swaziland for HOLT BOLD to get ONEP, but
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Fuck your paragraph.
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Fuck yours too. Strike 47 for the teapot team.
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After Senka dropped a big shite and got banned. There was little dispute to Dimitroff's itchy ban hammer, but there wasn't an extra line left for Ganja, who dropped two.


And began to procrastinate, terribly. Peanut brained Sidorovich, however, forgot where his Skogstroll's mighty sausage wasn't available for FOOL, leading to a trap for bears (which hadn't caused any trouble up until now. When suddenly a skeleton popped out brandishing Sidorovich's soggy bodily secretions, making noises that indicated erection was achieved. "Flee!" cried the sane, while YOU failed to run in a silly burn into the pit of eternal burination before someone said: "well, this certainly isn't the Russian bricks that I ate earlier, making for one interesting dinner conversation. "Pass the salt and here's your ["]. Mass quote confusion surely would confuse anyone except for the one who fucked your mother. With that lovely, this fact shocked several fuzeboxes, from here to Yantar. The radiators, however disturbed the flora, remove all vacuum or else the meme is broken. Sid's many lamas, misspelled horrifically by Zeno's internet browser. Sentence fragment pwnage. Is not only a tragedy, but also fucks up fucking fuckery, fucktard! "Дабай, Ара, всё!" Some drunk guy beat up emos, who were actually asking for it. An emergency evacuation of bowels lead to gulag tiem.
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In glorious CCCP paragraph starts you! Said the renowned, confirming the fact there was no fungi to be taken with tomatoes on the radiator. Once again, Sidorovich IS DEAD, because I HATE HIM and his DOGFOOD, SO FUCK HIM. Overly ambitious Carnage is awesome, so Pinnochio's nose grew. Carnage sitting on his awesome chair, missing one leg, is still awesome. For a flesh. Except on Wednesdays of broken sentences. FUCK YOU GUYS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! BOLT HOLD...NO YOU! Then Santa Claus invaded the pants of dead Sidorovich, gnolting mold tokens. But Chris Hansen didn't like the colour of the sex predator's car, so he planted a nuclear bomb up your arse. Clearasil ate children during Sidorovich variety exhibition in the main hall. Pepsi makes for tipsy cocktails when mixed with DOGFOOD sandvich will make you screw grammar in glorious CCCP, land of Sidorovich reign, unless he's dead... Which allows grammar to prosper successfully, ruining sentences everywhere wait, how? Grammar children like zombie goats. The stock market fell when BOLT OUT OF HERE YOU DAMNED MEMES. "Mission accomplished!" said the almighty BOLTER HOLDER OPENER grizzly bear troll, whose procrastination exemplars are unrivaled throughout. "Throughout what, exactly?" Asked the bear. "Throughout the world, you drunken buffoon!", answered the Illuminati. Limp Dick Gwajabba lol'd, causing untold horrors of lost games. However, the game wasn't lost, as Candlejack qui
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"That was interesting." One guy commented on the friendly Christmas zombie gambler who lost garters in the bottomless pit of marshmallows. Rogue Ganja salesmen plotted against Hutu, planning to steal Tutsi game plans. The only problem was Sidorovich: that he is dead didn't help business WITH FOGDOOD. Inconspicuous pygmy bandits infiltrated ingenious inaccessible infrastructures, indenting insulation induced increased artifact theft to tropical tracts, tyrannically thrashing Transylvanian triangular thresholds. Tolik took the timer, trying to teleport 500 posts ahead. But the telephone decided to fuck your mother. Thus, YOUR MOM WAS PHONE AND DEMONS YOU ARE THE. OLOL LOL'D THE LOLZY LOLRUS INTO LOSING it's Brain to Professor Sakharov in a game, "Doin' it WRONG" "NO U" mumbled the METAL BOXES OF ELECTRICAL POWER WITH ALL CAPS BEIN' PAWP'D, NEGGUH. WHACHOO LOOKIN AT? GARY MOTHERFUCKING OAK!
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Tildety tilde tilded smashed by picket crawled up your nose and sold countless wonders, procrastinating procrastination: that's right, he said procrastination!! Congruence is a bolt, held open against your face - cold, inexorable, unrelenting! Speaking about Sidorovich ordering Zeno pizza with disgusting salami for 17 000 rubles (the average stalker having to squat in a moldy stingy porridge salesman's bunker eating DOGFOOD sold by Sidorovich at BASTARD OVERPRICED ridiculous sidenote lengths) because it was topped with powdered Moonlight and Urchin, and a sideorder of Snorkshake bucket, Controller brains dip, and Flesh crackling ;ryyrtd djogyrf tohjy, "That was bananas." "Bullshit, bananas don't bend that way." The bartender shouted "FOOL" at Vanya, making him push Sidorovich's corpse into the X10 lab's Snork Construction Room which created Snorkosids and Sidorovich regenerated. Able to jump straight into a pit of molten fruit punch, creating BOLT HOLD SIDDIE, he quickly dismantled Karcentric's fecal grammar and shot two drugs: pentaendomonotodextrin and assaholomophrin, rapidly becoming bloated and irritable, enddasentencedammit! With that, Cthulhu pth'agn R'lyeh lolled.
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Karcentric's fecal grammar once again took hold over fucking your mother. Yes, Carnage's mother. And Afterburnzz's. Hard. Yes, Afterburnzz's dog. That's his mother. Actually, Carnageman's mother. Something truly terrible, yet SIDOROVICH IS DEAD FOR GOOD! Really now? Let's celebrate! HE REGENERATED! Bullshit, Sidoroviches don't exist. Or do Llamas just pop in out of nowhere, like BOLTS and HOLD OPEN being DOGFOOD. Auspicious, the mad bandit guru lead spies quickly succumbed to Kobura's fecal grammar. No fecal grammar could possibly match your mother's, though. Serial rapist Sidorovich definitely defiled her. These fragment sentences are as profound, as they are braindead due to having their brains fried in their skulls by the rebuilt Brain Scorcher. That was lame. Almost as lame as Ganja having a sandvich with Heavy Sidorovich guy, who was outsmarted. Not a hard thing to do, considering SIDOROVICH, the bastard, is dead. No, that's a Siddie, not a paraplegic fat bastard, who sells overpriced BASTARD radiators: 200 000 000 0 RU . Motherfucking rubles. Bastard. Ass. Random words.
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Once upon a midnight dreary, pissing, the mad bandit, was a lolcamel and sexy Sidorovich was a zombie that ZSG loved back to death because they're necrophiliacs. Not that it matters, Sidorovich regeneration gives you AIDS, osteoporosis and hemorrhoids. In other news Admin said MONOLITH! YES HE DID! Doing it wrong is a shame, and is WRONG. So stop it. So sexy Sidorovich, dying, proclaimed that he was leaving Nitro his bunker: Due to alcoholic poisoning by Cardan, this was exceptional. Or was it? Sure it was, but was WRONG. God, too wrong, like beer milkshakes or carrot flavored radioactive zombie herpes. Definitely not the best choice around here. What is this shit?! Cried the clone of MAH BOI, STRIVING TO GET DINNER. BUT ALAS, DINNER WAS ALREADY SERVED! And Vano said "My nose has melted into the orange flesh eye, and the Sidorovich stockpiles have dwindled, leaving him with Trololo peanut butter. Basically, everyone's in Pripyat, eating spam bought from Sidorovich." without drawing breath! BOLT HOLD OPEN will save us from Voronin's satanic ways, leaving him, Zhorik's mutated daughter and her radiator. Garik's rap battle failed to impress MC Docent Suslov: the alpha and omega of rap (if not counting Sidorovich's mix tape, sold at BASTARD, BULLSHIT, FUCKING EXPENSIVE Judenstrudelberg sponsored stores)
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After his lengthy length penetrated all sorts of bullshit polka dancing bandits)<- THE FUCKING COLON IS HAUNTING ME! Well, seeing that Skogstroll drew his, looked at it and ate some unnecessary commas, we performed tonsillectomy, vasectomy, lobotomy and autobiography. Chef, the chef was an Anarchist. Suprisingly enough. "Word!" Replied the only friendly dancing zombie, holding bolts open. Communisation was implemented without any sauce spread over the Diet Sausage and the tildes in Simple Snow's basement, flooded by diarrhea and vodka, which taste good together. As long as the stool's fresh. I wat'd.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Short stroke pistons stroke striking prickly pork, pounding pans set seldom a sellable Sidorovich prices, poking with prickly penetrators, seeking somnambulist sonatas. Powerful, submersible septic serpentine synchronics sway TO THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH SHITTY MUSICALS. Back In The USSR there was this girl that I kinda liked, but she was sent a letter which demolished her house, making rape the primary food source, ruling her out. Saddened by this, several bandits killed me and cut an apple into 5 pieces, leaving me to resurrect another Sidorovich clone. "DAMMIT MORE SIDOROVICH!", she yelled when MC Docent Suslov played a commercial video with DJ Garik naked in OG Father Valerian's Loner Camp love tub and jacuzzi, with bloodsuckers and fleshes in catsuits. When the vodka charged, shouting "FOOL!" at Mr.T who, taking in a room full of strange antics, joined with Zulu, sounddocking a vodka bottle in a way guaranteed to cause untold mayhem, runny stools and intense cranial hemorrhaging. For those concerned, GET IN HERE, STALKER! GET OUT OF MY DREAMS! Jump into the goatse with the snorks, releasing mixtapes , rapping to the cabaret of Poker to DJ Garik's beats, inducing long lasting addictions to Wu Tang's last meal. Respectively, NUKULAR SHROOMZ and ice cream led to this.

.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

FIRST MATE SIDOROVICH! DROP AND GIVE ME NINETY THOUSAND OF YOUR HARDEST PSEUDODOG TAILS AND OVERPRICED BASTARD SUITS. SUDDENLY, DISCO DANCE DIMITROFF DROPPED DOWN, ALL THE SINGLE, DATING, AND WEDDED SIDOROVICH LOOK ALIKES ALLOWED ADDITIONAL ADDITIVES AT ALLOTED ADDICTIVE ASSIGNED ANTISOCIAL ANABIOTICS ADDICTIVE ALOTTED AROUND ANONYMOUS ANIMAL APTITUDES. AIMING AN AK AT AN ANTONOV, ALEX ARSEFACEY ANNIHILATED ANASTASIA'S AILING AUNTS. AFTER ABNORMALLY ANGERING ANDROPOV, ALEX AIDED AARDVARKS' AUSPICIOUS ADVANCES ALTERING ALEX'S ACTING ALL AGAINST AKSU ABOVE AUSTRALIA AMIABLY ALTERING AUGMENTED ASTERISKS. ANDROPOV APPLIED ALEX'S, effectively stopping this.
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In capitalist America URGL BRGLS YOU! This is because orange flavoured snorks worship their Monoliths like crazy polar and bipolar Svoboda members who forgot to hate to create Sidorovich clones and love their snorks with tits. "SNORKS WITH TITS?!", General Voronin demanded sauce, seeing how kiddiot spammers invaded OH DUDE SNORKS WITH TITS is YEARNING FOR BANNAGE by zombiefyed traders who wear stockings on their arms cause their legs were dissolved by Carnage's absinthe cocktail and fruit punch mix, which was swimming in urine, like, dude, like, a wild Sidorovich just jumped off an oak, dying almost completely. But Sidorovich regeneration BOLTS THE COFFIN OF HOLD OPEN, thereforeby incapacitating all surrounding bagel-eating Sidorovichs, forcing PRICE CUTS! ON OVERPRICED SUITS! No fucking way... YES FUCKING WAY, ONLY 59,999RU, 99 COPECKS! HOW CAN YOU RESIST THE SIDOROLITH? Quite easily actually, considering SIDDIE NEVER HAD A SHRINE, only three temples. Made of stinking OLD MAN BACKGROUNDS, WHICH ARE DISGUSTING AND DECREPIT HORRIBLE, raping eyes everywhere. So brave Skogstroll did a RickRoll, drew his mighty awesome Niggamortis LP with its PINGAS , PENDOUS, PIENDISH, PINESS, all while screaming: SHIT ON SIDOROVICH, say what honky? Fuck all holes of bovine excrement. Fuck dat shit.
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BASTARD SIDOROVICH fans continued price gouging, shitting kopecks and brown-nosing Sidorovich. Who deserved it. Wait, is that -HOLD THAT BOLT! TOO MUCH CANCER! OR IS IHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG-

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The previous paragraph was shorter than Mitay's Sidorovich boner towards the uncanny stalker who was collecting Rule 63 to his precious snorks, adding TITS, being slapped in the face by an unbelievably mighty man-sausage from Sidorovich fan club and stopped his silly shit. Soodooroovooch! Hovong collod Morkod one, time again, Dragunov stopped picking his nose. I had a knife, somewhere, a knife! "WHICH SPARROW STOLE FEATHERS FOR ITS FECAL GRAMMAR NEST?", yelled Adder at Maginot's rather disloyal display of assholery through incredulous dullard-like drinking skills. Behind your backs, admins were planning something, like permabannage or inhumation with maximum efficiency, agility, weed killer and Trololo murderous BASTARD cakes of soap flakes that PWNT Sidorovich into endless clones of Chernobyl, invading the Rookie Camp and increasing prices remarkably. "60,000.01 RU BASTARD SUITS?! Fuck me sideways!" yelled Maginot, and widened his buttocks

[Carnageman]

~Let's begin anew and try not to become a gibbering mass of BOLT HOLD OPEN. Fuck, that failed as BOLT HOLD took command of OPEN and spawned a terrible meme. The friendly zombie, detrats ot epyt sdrawkcab, tub stopped talking to budgies, removing unnecessary tildes, and tripping over new ganja shipments. Thankfully there was enough Swaziland for HOLT BOLD to get ONEP, but
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Fuck your paragraph.
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Fuck yours too. Strike 47 for the teapot team.
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After Senka dropped a big shite and got banned. There was little dispute to Dimitroff's itchy ban hammer, but there wasn't an extra line left for Ganja, who dropped two.


And began to procrastinate, terribly. Peanut brained Sidorovich, however, forgot where his Skogstroll's mighty sausage wasn't available for FOOL, leading to a trap for bears (which hadn't caused any trouble up until now. When suddenly a skeleton popped out brandishing Sidorovich's soggy bodily secretions, making noises that indicated erection was achieved. "Flee!" cried the sane, while YOU failed to run in a silly burn into the pit of eternal burination before someone said: "well, this certainly isn't the Russian bricks that I ate earlier, making for one interesting dinner conversation. "Pass the salt and here's your ["]. Mass quote confusion surely would confuse anyone except for the one who fucked your mother. With that lovely, this fact shocked several fuzeboxes, from here to Yantar. The radiators, however disturbed the flora, remove all vacuum or else the meme is broken. Sid's many lamas, misspelled horrifically by Zeno's internet browser. Sentence fragment pwnage. Is not only a tragedy, but also fucks up fucking fuckery, fucktard! "Дабай, Ара, всё!" Some drunk guy beat up emos, who were actually asking for it. An emergency evacuation of bowels lead to gulag tiem.
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In glorious CCCP paragraph starts you! Said the renowned, confirming the fact there was no fungi to be taken with tomatoes on the radiator. Once again, Sidorovich IS DEAD, because I HATE HIM and his DOGFOOD, SO FUCK HIM. Overly ambitious Carnage is awesome, so Pinnochio's nose grew. Carnage sitting on his awesome chair, missing one leg, is still awesome. For a flesh. Except on Wednesdays of broken sentences. FUCK YOU GUYS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! BOLT HOLD...NO YOU! Then Santa Claus invaded the pants of dead Sidorovich, gnolting mold tokens. But Chris Hansen didn't like the colour of the sex predator's car, so he planted a nuclear bomb up your arse. Clearasil ate children during Sidorovich variety exhibition in the main hall. Pepsi makes for tipsy cocktails when mixed with DOGFOOD sandvich will make you screw grammar in glorious CCCP, land of Sidorovich reign, unless he's dead... Which allows grammar to prosper successfully, ruining sentences everywhere wait, how? Grammar children like zombie goats. The stock market fell when BOLT OUT OF HERE YOU DAMNED MEMES. "Mission accomplished!" said the almighty BOLTER HOLDER OPENER grizzly bear troll, whose procrastination exemplars are unrivaled throughout. "Throughout what, exactly?" Asked the bear. "Throughout the world, you drunken buffoon!", answered the Illuminati. Limp Dick Gwajabba lol'd, causing untold horrors of lost games. However, the game wasn't lost, as Candlejack qui
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"That was interesting." One guy commented on the friendly Christmas zombie gambler who lost garters in the bottomless pit of marshmallows. Rogue Ganja salesmen plotted against Hutu, planning to steal Tutsi game plans. The only problem was Sidorovich: that he is dead didn't help business WITH FOGDOOD. Inconspicuous pygmy bandits infiltrated ingenious inaccessible infrastructures, indenting insulation induced increased artifact theft to tropical tracts, tyrannically thrashing Transylvanian triangular thresholds. Tolik took the timer, trying to teleport 500 posts ahead. But the telephone decided to fuck your mother. Thus, YOUR MOM WAS PHONE AND DEMONS YOU ARE THE. OLOL LOL'D THE LOLZY LOLRUS INTO LOSING it's Brain to Professor Sakharov in a game, "Doin' it WRONG" "NO U" mumbled the METAL BOXES OF ELECTRICAL POWER WITH ALL CAPS BEIN' PAWP'D, NEGGUH. WHACHOO LOOKIN AT? GARY MOTHERFUCKING OAK!
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Tildety tilde tilded smashed by picket crawled up your nose and sold countless wonders, procrastinating procrastination: that's right, he said procrastination!! Congruence is a bolt, held open against your face - cold, inexorable, unrelenting! Speaking about Sidorovich ordering Zeno pizza with disgusting salami for 17 000 rubles (the average stalker having to squat in a moldy stingy porridge salesman's bunker eating DOGFOOD sold by Sidorovich at BASTARD OVERPRICED ridiculous sidenote lengths) because it was topped with powdered Moonlight and Urchin, and a sideorder of Snorkshake bucket, Controller brains dip, and Flesh crackling ;ryyrtd djogyrf tohjy, "That was bananas." "Bullshit, bananas don't bend that way." The bartender shouted "FOOL" at Vanya, making him push Sidorovich's corpse into the X10 lab's Snork Construction Room which created Snorkosids and Sidorovich regenerated. Able to jump straight into a pit of molten fruit punch, creating BOLT HOLD SIDDIE, he quickly dismantled Karcentric's fecal grammar and shot two drugs: pentaendomonotodextrin and assaholomophrin, rapidly becoming bloated and irritable, enddasentencedammit! With that, Cthulhu pth'agn R'lyeh lolled.
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Karcentric's fecal grammar once again took hold over fucking your mother. Yes, Carnage's mother. And Afterburnzz's. Hard. Yes, Afterburnzz's dog. That's his mother. Actually, Carnageman's mother. Something truly terrible, yet SIDOROVICH IS DEAD FOR GOOD! Really now? Let's celebrate! HE REGENERATED! Bullshit, Sidoroviches don't exist. Or do Llamas just pop in out of nowhere, like BOLTS and HOLD OPEN being DOGFOOD. Auspicious, the mad bandit guru lead spies quickly succumbed to Kobura's fecal grammar. No fecal grammar could possibly match your mother's, though. Serial rapist Sidorovich definitely defiled her. These fragment sentences are as profound, as they are braindead due to having their brains fried in their skulls by the rebuilt Brain Scorcher. That was lame. Almost as lame as Ganja having a sandvich with Heavy Sidorovich guy, who was outsmarted. Not a hard thing to do, considering SIDOROVICH, the bastard, is dead. No, that's a Siddie, not a paraplegic fat bastard, who sells overpriced BASTARD radiators: 200 000 000 0 RU . Motherfucking rubles. Bastard. Ass. Random words.
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Once upon a midnight dreary, pissing, the mad bandit, was a lolcamel and sexy Sidorovich was a zombie that ZSG loved back to death because they're necrophiliacs. Not that it matters, Sidorovich regeneration gives you AIDS, osteoporosis and hemorrhoids. In other news Admin said MONOLITH! YES HE DID! Doing it wrong is a shame, and is WRONG. So stop it. So sexy Sidorovich, dying, proclaimed that he was leaving Nitro his bunker: Due to alcoholic poisoning by Cardan, this was exceptional. Or was it? Sure it was, but was WRONG. God, too wrong, like beer milkshakes or carrot flavored radioactive zombie herpes. Definitely not the best choice around here. What is this shit?! Cried the clone of MAH BOI, STRIVING TO GET DINNER. BUT ALAS, DINNER WAS ALREADY SERVED! And Vano said "My nose has melted into the orange flesh eye, and the Sidorovich stockpiles have dwindled, leaving him with Trololo peanut butter. Basically, everyone's in Pripyat, eating spam bought from Sidorovich." without drawing breath! BOLT HOLD OPEN will save us from Voronin's satanic ways, leaving him, Zhorik's mutated daughter and her radiator. Garik's rap battle failed to impress MC Docent Suslov: the alpha and omega of rap (if not counting Sidorovich's mix tape, sold at BASTARD, BULLSHIT, FUCKING EXPENSIVE Judenstrudelberg sponsored stores)
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After his lengthy length penetrated all sorts of bullshit polka dancing bandits)<- THE FUCKING COLON IS HAUNTING ME! Well, seeing that Skogstroll drew his, looked at it and ate some unnecessary commas, we performed tonsillectomy, vasectomy, lobotomy and autobiography. Chef, the chef was an Anarchist. Suprisingly enough. "Word!" Replied the only friendly dancing zombie, holding bolts open. Communisation was implemented without any sauce spread over the Diet Sausage and the tildes in Simple Snow's basement, flooded by diarrhea and vodka, which taste good together. As long as the stool's fresh. I wat'd.
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Short stroke pistons stroke striking prickly pork, pounding pans set seldom a sellable Sidorovich prices, poking with prickly penetrators, seeking somnambulist sonatas. Powerful, submersible septic serpentine synchronics sway TO THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH SHITTY MUSICALS. Back In The USSR there was this girl that I kinda liked, but she was sent a letter which demolished her house, making rape the primary food source, ruling her out. Saddened by this, several bandits killed me and cut an apple into 5 pieces, leaving me to resurrect another Sidorovich clone. "DAMMIT MORE SIDOROVICH!", she yelled when MC Docent Suslov played a commercial video with DJ Garik naked in OG Father Valerian's Loner Camp love tub and jacuzzi, with bloodsuckers and fleshes in catsuits. When the vodka charged, shouting "FOOL!" at Mr.T who, taking in a room full of strange antics, joined with Zulu, sounddocking a vodka bottle in a way guaranteed to cause untold mayhem, runny stools and intense cranial hemorrhaging. For those concerned, GET IN HERE, STALKER! GET OUT OF MY DREAMS! Jump into the goatse with the snorks, releasing mixtapes , rapping to the cabaret of Poker to DJ Garik's beats, inducing long lasting addictions to Wu Tang's last meal. Respectively, NUKULAR SHROOMZ and ice cream led to this.

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FIRST MATE SIDOROVICH! DROP AND GIVE ME NINETY THOUSAND OF YOUR HARDEST PSEUDODOG TAILS AND OVERPRICED BASTARD SUITS. SUDDENLY, DISCO DANCE DIMITROFF DROPPED DOWN, ALL THE SINGLE, DATING, AND WEDDED SIDOROVICH LOOK ALIKES ALLOWED ADDITIONAL ADDITIVES AT ALLOTED ADDICTIVE ASSIGNED ANTISOCIAL ANABIOTICS ADDICTIVE ALOTTED AROUND ANONYMOUS ANIMAL APTITUDES. AIMING AN AK AT AN ANTONOV, ALEX ARSEFACEY ANNIHILATED ANASTASIA'S AILING AUNTS. AFTER ABNORMALLY ANGERING ANDROPOV, ALEX AIDED AARDVARKS' AUSPICIOUS ADVANCES ALTERING ALEX'S ACTING ALL AGAINST AKSU ABOVE AUSTRALIA AMIABLY ALTERING AUGMENTED ASTERISKS. ANDROPOV APPLIED ALEX'S, effectively stopping this.
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In capitalist America URGL BRGLS YOU! This is because orange flavoured snorks worship their Monoliths like crazy polar and bipolar Svoboda members who forgot to hate to create Sidorovich clones and love their snorks with tits. "SNORKS WITH TITS?!", General Voronin demanded sauce, seeing how kiddiot spammers invaded OH DUDE SNORKS WITH TITS is YEARNING FOR BANNAGE by zombiefyed traders who wear stockings on their arms cause their legs were dissolved by Carnage's absinthe cocktail and fruit punch mix, which was swimming in urine, like, dude, like, a wild Sidorovich just jumped off an oak, dying almost completely. But Sidorovich regeneration BOLTS THE COFFIN OF HOLD OPEN, thereforeby incapacitating all surrounding bagel-eating Sidorovichs, forcing PRICE CUTS! ON OVERPRICED SUITS! No fucking way... YES FUCKING WAY, ONLY 59,999RU, 99 COPECKS! HOW CAN YOU RESIST THE SIDOROLITH? Quite easily actually, considering SIDDIE NEVER HAD A SHRINE, only three temples. Made of stinking OLD MAN BACKGROUNDS, WHICH ARE DISGUSTING AND DECREPIT HORRIBLE, raping eyes everywhere. So brave Skogstroll did a RickRoll, drew his mighty awesome Niggamortis LP with its PINGAS , PENDOUS, PIENDISH, PINESS, all while screaming: SHIT ON SIDOROVICH, say what honky? Fuck all holes of bovine excrement. Fuck dat shit.
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BASTARD SIDOROVICH fans continued price gouging, shitting kopecks and brown-nosing Sidorovich. Who deserved it. Wait, is that -HOLD THAT BOLT! TOO MUCH CANCER! OR IS IHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG-

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The previous paragraph was shorter than Mitay's Sidorovich boner towards the uncanny stalker who was collecting Rule 63 to his precious snorks, adding TITS, being slapped in the face by an unbelievably mighty man-sausage from Sidorovich fan club and stopped his silly shit. Soodooroovooch! Hovong collod Morkod one, time again, Dragunov stopped picking his nose. I had a knife, somewhere, a knife! "WHICH SPARROW STOLE FEATHERS FOR ITS FECAL GRAMMAR NEST?", yelled Adder at Maginot's rather disloyal display of assholery through incredulous dullard-like drinking skills. Behind your backs, admins were planning something, like permabannage or inhumation with maximum efficiency, agility, weed killer and Trololo murderous BASTARD cakes of soap flakes that PWNT Sidorovich into endless clones of Chernobyl, invading the Rookie Camp and increasing prices remarkably. "60,000.01 RU BASTARD SUITS?! Fuck me sideways!" yelled Maginot, and widened his buttocks in vain, expecting

[Afterburner]

~Let's begin anew and try not to become a gibbering mass of BOLT HOLD OPEN. Fuck, that failed as BOLT HOLD took command of OPEN and spawned a terrible meme. The friendly zombie, detrats ot epyt sdrawkcab, tub stopped talking to budgies, removing unnecessary tildes, and tripping over new ganja shipments. Thankfully there was enough Swaziland for HOLT BOLD to get ONEP, but
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Fuck your paragraph.
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Fuck yours too. Strike 47 for the teapot team.
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After Senka dropped a big shite and got banned. There was little dispute to Dimitroff's itchy ban hammer, but there wasn't an extra line left for Ganja, who dropped two.


And began to procrastinate, terribly. Peanut brained Sidorovich, however, forgot where his Skogstroll's mighty sausage wasn't available for FOOL, leading to a trap for bears (which hadn't caused any trouble up until now. When suddenly a skeleton popped out brandishing Sidorovich's soggy bodily secretions, making noises that indicated erection was achieved. "Flee!" cried the sane, while YOU failed to run in a silly burn into the pit of eternal burination before someone said: "well, this certainly isn't the Russian bricks that I ate earlier, making for one interesting dinner conversation. "Pass the salt and here's your ["]. Mass quote confusion surely would confuse anyone except for the one who fucked your mother. With that lovely, this fact shocked several fuzeboxes, from here to Yantar. The radiators, however disturbed the flora, remove all vacuum or else the meme is broken. Sid's many lamas, misspelled horrifically by Zeno's internet browser. Sentence fragment pwnage. Is not only a tragedy, but also fucks up fucking fuckery, fucktard! "Дабай, Ара, всё!" Some drunk guy beat up emos, who were actually asking for it. An emergency evacuation of bowels lead to gulag tiem.
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In glorious CCCP paragraph starts you! Said the renowned, confirming the fact there was no fungi to be taken with tomatoes on the radiator. Once again, Sidorovich IS DEAD, because I HATE HIM and his DOGFOOD, SO FUCK HIM. Overly ambitious Carnage is awesome, so Pinnochio's nose grew. Carnage sitting on his awesome chair, missing one leg, is still awesome. For a flesh. Except on Wednesdays of broken sentences. FUCK YOU GUYS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! BOLT HOLD...NO YOU! Then Santa Claus invaded the pants of dead Sidorovich, gnolting mold tokens. But Chris Hansen didn't like the colour of the sex predator's car, so he planted a nuclear bomb up your arse. Clearasil ate children during Sidorovich variety exhibition in the main hall. Pepsi makes for tipsy cocktails when mixed with DOGFOOD sandvich will make you screw grammar in glorious CCCP, land of Sidorovich reign, unless he's dead... Which allows grammar to prosper successfully, ruining sentences everywhere wait, how? Grammar children like zombie goats. The stock market fell when BOLT OUT OF HERE YOU DAMNED MEMES. "Mission accomplished!" said the almighty BOLTER HOLDER OPENER grizzly bear troll, whose procrastination exemplars are unrivaled throughout. "Throughout what, exactly?" Asked the bear. "Throughout the world, you drunken buffoon!", answered the Illuminati. Limp Dick Gwajabba lol'd, causing untold horrors of lost games. However, the game wasn't lost, as Candlejack qui
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"That was interesting." One guy commented on the friendly Christmas zombie gambler who lost garters in the bottomless pit of marshmallows. Rogue Ganja salesmen plotted against Hutu, planning to steal Tutsi game plans. The only problem was Sidorovich: that he is dead didn't help business WITH FOGDOOD. Inconspicuous pygmy bandits infiltrated ingenious inaccessible infrastructures, indenting insulation induced increased artifact theft to tropical tracts, tyrannically thrashing Transylvanian triangular thresholds. Tolik took the timer, trying to teleport 500 posts ahead. But the telephone decided to fuck your mother. Thus, YOUR MOM WAS PHONE AND DEMONS YOU ARE THE. OLOL LOL'D THE LOLZY LOLRUS INTO LOSING it's Brain to Professor Sakharov in a game, "Doin' it WRONG" "NO U" mumbled the METAL BOXES OF ELECTRICAL POWER WITH ALL CAPS BEIN' PAWP'D, NEGGUH. WHACHOO LOOKIN AT? GARY MOTHERFUCKING OAK!
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Tildety tilde tilded smashed by picket crawled up your nose and sold countless wonders, procrastinating procrastination: that's right, he said procrastination!! Congruence is a bolt, held open against your face - cold, inexorable, unrelenting! Speaking about Sidorovich ordering Zeno pizza with disgusting salami for 17 000 rubles (the average stalker having to squat in a moldy stingy porridge salesman's bunker eating DOGFOOD sold by Sidorovich at BASTARD OVERPRICED ridiculous sidenote lengths) because it was topped with powdered Moonlight and Urchin, and a sideorder of Snorkshake bucket, Controller brains dip, and Flesh crackling ;ryyrtd djogyrf tohjy, "That was bananas." "Bullshit, bananas don't bend that way." The bartender shouted "FOOL" at Vanya, making him push Sidorovich's corpse into the X10 lab's Snork Construction Room which created Snorkosids and Sidorovich regenerated. Able to jump straight into a pit of molten fruit punch, creating BOLT HOLD SIDDIE, he quickly dismantled Karcentric's fecal grammar and shot two drugs: pentaendomonotodextrin and assaholomophrin, rapidly becoming bloated and irritable, enddasentencedammit! With that, Cthulhu pth'agn R'lyeh lolled.
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Karcentric's fecal grammar once again took hold over fucking your mother. Yes, Carnage's mother. And Afterburnzz's. Hard. Yes, Afterburnzz's dog. That's his mother. Actually, Carnageman's mother. Something truly terrible, yet SIDOROVICH IS DEAD FOR GOOD! Really now? Let's celebrate! HE REGENERATED! Bullshit, Sidoroviches don't exist. Or do Llamas just pop in out of nowhere, like BOLTS and HOLD OPEN being DOGFOOD. Auspicious, the mad bandit guru lead spies quickly succumbed to Kobura's fecal grammar. No fecal grammar could possibly match your mother's, though. Serial rapist Sidorovich definitely defiled her. These fragment sentences are as profound, as they are braindead due to having their brains fried in their skulls by the rebuilt Brain Scorcher. That was lame. Almost as lame as Ganja having a sandvich with Heavy Sidorovich guy, who was outsmarted. Not a hard thing to do, considering SIDOROVICH, the bastard, is dead. No, that's a Siddie, not a paraplegic fat bastard, who sells overpriced BASTARD radiators: 200 000 000 0 RU . Motherfucking rubles. Bastard. Ass. Random words.
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Once upon a midnight dreary, pissing, the mad bandit, was a lolcamel and sexy Sidorovich was a zombie that ZSG loved back to death because they're necrophiliacs. Not that it matters, Sidorovich regeneration gives you AIDS, osteoporosis and hemorrhoids. In other news Admin said MONOLITH! YES HE DID! Doing it wrong is a shame, and is WRONG. So stop it. So sexy Sidorovich, dying, proclaimed that he was leaving Nitro his bunker: Due to alcoholic poisoning by Cardan, this was exceptional. Or was it? Sure it was, but was WRONG. God, too wrong, like beer milkshakes or carrot flavored radioactive zombie herpes. Definitely not the best choice around here. What is this shit?! Cried the clone of MAH BOI, STRIVING TO GET DINNER. BUT ALAS, DINNER WAS ALREADY SERVED! And Vano said "My nose has melted into the orange flesh eye, and the Sidorovich stockpiles have dwindled, leaving him with Trololo peanut butter. Basically, everyone's in Pripyat, eating spam bought from Sidorovich." without drawing breath! BOLT HOLD OPEN will save us from Voronin's satanic ways, leaving him, Zhorik's mutated daughter and her radiator. Garik's rap battle failed to impress MC Docent Suslov: the alpha and omega of rap (if not counting Sidorovich's mix tape, sold at BASTARD, BULLSHIT, FUCKING EXPENSIVE Judenstrudelberg sponsored stores)
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After his lengthy length penetrated all sorts of bullshit polka dancing bandits)<- THE FUCKING COLON IS HAUNTING ME! Well, seeing that Skogstroll drew his, looked at it and ate some unnecessary commas, we performed tonsillectomy, vasectomy, lobotomy and autobiography. Chef, the chef was an Anarchist. Suprisingly enough. "Word!" Replied the only friendly dancing zombie, holding bolts open. Communisation was implemented without any sauce spread over the Diet Sausage and the tildes in Simple Snow's basement, flooded by diarrhea and vodka, which taste good together. As long as the stool's fresh. I wat'd.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Short stroke pistons stroke striking prickly pork, pounding pans set seldom a sellable Sidorovich prices, poking with prickly penetrators, seeking somnambulist sonatas. Powerful, submersible septic serpentine synchronics sway TO THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH SHITTY MUSICALS. Back In The USSR there was this girl that I kinda liked, but she was sent a letter which demolished her house, making rape the primary food source, ruling her out. Saddened by this, several bandits killed me and cut an apple into 5 pieces, leaving me to resurrect another Sidorovich clone. "DAMMIT MORE SIDOROVICH!", she yelled when MC Docent Suslov played a commercial video with DJ Garik naked in OG Father Valerian's Loner Camp love tub and jacuzzi, with bloodsuckers and fleshes in catsuits. When the vodka charged, shouting "FOOL!" at Mr.T who, taking in a room full of strange antics, joined with Zulu, sounddocking a vodka bottle in a way guaranteed to cause untold mayhem, runny stools and intense cranial hemorrhaging. For those concerned, GET IN HERE, STALKER! GET OUT OF MY DREAMS! Jump into the goatse with the snorks, releasing mixtapes , rapping to the cabaret of Poker to DJ Garik's beats, inducing long lasting addictions to Wu Tang's last meal. Respectively, NUKULAR SHROOMZ and ice cream led to this.

.

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FIRST MATE SIDOROVICH! DROP AND GIVE ME NINETY THOUSAND OF YOUR HARDEST PSEUDODOG TAILS AND OVERPRICED BASTARD SUITS. SUDDENLY, DISCO DANCE DIMITROFF DROPPED DOWN, ALL THE SINGLE, DATING, AND WEDDED SIDOROVICH LOOK ALIKES ALLOWED ADDITIONAL ADDITIVES AT ALLOTED ADDICTIVE ASSIGNED ANTISOCIAL ANABIOTICS ADDICTIVE ALOTTED AROUND ANONYMOUS ANIMAL APTITUDES. AIMING AN AK AT AN ANTONOV, ALEX ARSEFACEY ANNIHILATED ANASTASIA'S AILING AUNTS. AFTER ABNORMALLY ANGERING ANDROPOV, ALEX AIDED AARDVARKS' AUSPICIOUS ADVANCES ALTERING ALEX'S ACTING ALL AGAINST AKSU ABOVE AUSTRALIA AMIABLY ALTERING AUGMENTED ASTERISKS. ANDROPOV APPLIED ALEX'S, effectively stopping this.
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In capitalist America URGL BRGLS YOU! This is because orange flavoured snorks worship their Monoliths like crazy polar and bipolar Svoboda members who forgot to hate to create Sidorovich clones and love their snorks with tits. "SNORKS WITH TITS?!", General Voronin demanded sauce, seeing how kiddiot spammers invaded OH DUDE SNORKS WITH TITS is YEARNING FOR BANNAGE by zombiefyed traders who wear stockings on their arms cause their legs were dissolved by Carnage's absinthe cocktail and fruit punch mix, which was swimming in urine, like, dude, like, a wild Sidorovich just jumped off an oak, dying almost completely. But Sidorovich regeneration BOLTS THE COFFIN OF HOLD OPEN, thereforeby incapacitating all surrounding bagel-eating Sidorovichs, forcing PRICE CUTS! ON OVERPRICED SUITS! No fucking way... YES FUCKING WAY, ONLY 59,999RU, 99 COPECKS! HOW CAN YOU RESIST THE SIDOROLITH? Quite easily actually, considering SIDDIE NEVER HAD A SHRINE, only three temples. Made of stinking OLD MAN BACKGROUNDS, WHICH ARE DISGUSTING AND DECREPIT HORRIBLE, raping eyes everywhere. So brave Skogstroll did a RickRoll, drew his mighty awesome Niggamortis LP with its PINGAS , PENDOUS, PIENDISH, PINESS, all while screaming: SHIT ON SIDOROVICH, say what honky? Fuck all holes of bovine excrement. Fuck dat shit.
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BASTARD SIDOROVICH fans continued price gouging, shitting kopecks and brown-nosing Sidorovich. Who deserved it. Wait, is that -HOLD THAT BOLT! TOO MUCH CANCER! OR IS IHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG-

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The previous paragraph was shorter than Mitay's Sidorovich boner towards the uncanny stalker who was collecting Rule 63 to his precious snorks, adding TITS, being slapped in the face by an unbelievably mighty man-sausage from Sidorovich fan club and stopped his silly shit. Soodooroovooch! Hovong collod Morkod one, time again, Dragunov stopped picking his nose. I had a knife, somewhere, a knife! "WHICH SPARROW STOLE FEATHERS FOR ITS FECAL GRAMMAR NEST?", yelled Adder at Maginot's rather disloyal display of assholery through incredulous dullard-like drinking skills. Behind your backs, admins were planning something, like permabannage or inhumation with maximum efficiency, agility, weed killer and Trololo murderous BASTARD cakes of soap flakes that PWNT Sidorovich into endless clones of Chernobyl, invading the Rookie Camp and increasing prices remarkably. "60,000.01 RU BASTARD SUITS?! Fuck me sideways!" yelled Maginot, and widened his buttocks in vain, expecting a merciless DICKING.

[Carnageman]

~Let's begin anew and try not to become a gibbering mass of BOLT HOLD OPEN. Fuck, that failed as BOLT HOLD took command of OPEN and spawned a terrible meme. The friendly zombie, detrats ot epyt sdrawkcab, tub stopped talking to budgies, removing unnecessary tildes, and tripping over new ganja shipments. Thankfully there was enough Swaziland for HOLT BOLD to get ONEP, but
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Fuck your paragraph.
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Fuck yours too. Strike 47 for the teapot team.
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After Senka dropped a big shite and got banned. There was little dispute to Dimitroff's itchy ban hammer, but there wasn't an extra line left for Ganja, who dropped two.


And began to procrastinate, terribly. Peanut brained Sidorovich, however, forgot where his Skogstroll's mighty sausage wasn't available for FOOL, leading to a trap for bears (which hadn't caused any trouble up until now. When suddenly a skeleton popped out brandishing Sidorovich's soggy bodily secretions, making noises that indicated erection was achieved. "Flee!" cried the sane, while YOU failed to run in a silly burn into the pit of eternal burination before someone said: "well, this certainly isn't the Russian bricks that I ate earlier, making for one interesting dinner conversation. "Pass the salt and here's your ["]. Mass quote confusion surely would confuse anyone except for the one who fucked your mother. With that lovely, this fact shocked several fuzeboxes, from here to Yantar. The radiators, however disturbed the flora, remove all vacuum or else the meme is broken. Sid's many lamas, misspelled horrifically by Zeno's internet browser. Sentence fragment pwnage. Is not only a tragedy, but also fucks up fucking fuckery, fucktard! "Дабай, Ара, всё!" Some drunk guy beat up emos, who were actually asking for it. An emergency evacuation of bowels lead to gulag tiem.
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In glorious CCCP paragraph starts you! Said the renowned, confirming the fact there was no fungi to be taken with tomatoes on the radiator. Once again, Sidorovich IS DEAD, because I HATE HIM and his DOGFOOD, SO FUCK HIM. Overly ambitious Carnage is awesome, so Pinnochio's nose grew. Carnage sitting on his awesome chair, missing one leg, is still awesome. For a flesh. Except on Wednesdays of broken sentences. FUCK YOU GUYS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! BOLT HOLD...NO YOU! Then Santa Claus invaded the pants of dead Sidorovich, gnolting mold tokens. But Chris Hansen didn't like the colour of the sex predator's car, so he planted a nuclear bomb up your arse. Clearasil ate children during Sidorovich variety exhibition in the main hall. Pepsi makes for tipsy cocktails when mixed with DOGFOOD sandvich will make you screw grammar in glorious CCCP, land of Sidorovich reign, unless he's dead... Which allows grammar to prosper successfully, ruining sentences everywhere wait, how? Grammar children like zombie goats. The stock market fell when BOLT OUT OF HERE YOU DAMNED MEMES. "Mission accomplished!" said the almighty BOLTER HOLDER OPENER grizzly bear troll, whose procrastination exemplars are unrivaled throughout. "Throughout what, exactly?" Asked the bear. "Throughout the world, you drunken buffoon!", answered the Illuminati. Limp Dick Gwajabba lol'd, causing untold horrors of lost games. However, the game wasn't lost, as Candlejack qui
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"That was interesting." One guy commented on the friendly Christmas zombie gambler who lost garters in the bottomless pit of marshmallows. Rogue Ganja salesmen plotted against Hutu, planning to steal Tutsi game plans. The only problem was Sidorovich: that he is dead didn't help business WITH FOGDOOD. Inconspicuous pygmy bandits infiltrated ingenious inaccessible infrastructures, indenting insulation induced increased artifact theft to tropical tracts, tyrannically thrashing Transylvanian triangular thresholds. Tolik took the timer, trying to teleport 500 posts ahead. But the telephone decided to fuck your mother. Thus, YOUR MOM WAS PHONE AND DEMONS YOU ARE THE. OLOL LOL'D THE LOLZY LOLRUS INTO LOSING it's Brain to Professor Sakharov in a game, "Doin' it WRONG" "NO U" mumbled the METAL BOXES OF ELECTRICAL POWER WITH ALL CAPS BEIN' PAWP'D, NEGGUH. WHACHOO LOOKIN AT? GARY MOTHERFUCKING OAK!
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Tildety tilde tilded smashed by picket crawled up your nose and sold countless wonders, procrastinating procrastination: that's right, he said procrastination!! Congruence is a bolt, held open against your face - cold, inexorable, unrelenting! Speaking about Sidorovich ordering Zeno pizza with disgusting salami for 17 000 rubles (the average stalker having to squat in a moldy stingy porridge salesman's bunker eating DOGFOOD sold by Sidorovich at BASTARD OVERPRICED ridiculous sidenote lengths) because it was topped with powdered Moonlight and Urchin, and a sideorder of Snorkshake bucket, Controller brains dip, and Flesh crackling ;ryyrtd djogyrf tohjy, "That was bananas." "Bullshit, bananas don't bend that way." The bartender shouted "FOOL" at Vanya, making him push Sidorovich's corpse into the X10 lab's Snork Construction Room which created Snorkosids and Sidorovich regenerated. Able to jump straight into a pit of molten fruit punch, creating BOLT HOLD SIDDIE, he quickly dismantled Karcentric's fecal grammar and shot two drugs: pentaendomonotodextrin and assaholomophrin, rapidly becoming bloated and irritable, enddasentencedammit! With that, Cthulhu pth'agn R'lyeh lolled.
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Karcentric's fecal grammar once again took hold over fucking your mother. Yes, Carnage's mother. And Afterburnzz's. Hard. Yes, Afterburnzz's dog. That's his mother. Actually, Carnageman's mother. Something truly terrible, yet SIDOROVICH IS DEAD FOR GOOD! Really now? Let's celebrate! HE REGENERATED! Bullshit, Sidoroviches don't exist. Or do Llamas just pop in out of nowhere, like BOLTS and HOLD OPEN being DOGFOOD. Auspicious, the mad bandit guru lead spies quickly succumbed to Kobura's fecal grammar. No fecal grammar could possibly match your mother's, though. Serial rapist Sidorovich definitely defiled her. These fragment sentences are as profound, as they are braindead due to having their brains fried in their skulls by the rebuilt Brain Scorcher. That was lame. Almost as lame as Ganja having a sandvich with Heavy Sidorovich guy, who was outsmarted. Not a hard thing to do, considering SIDOROVICH, the bastard, is dead. No, that's a Siddie, not a paraplegic fat bastard, who sells overpriced BASTARD radiators: 200 000 000 0 RU . Motherfucking rubles. Bastard. Ass. Random words.
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Once upon a midnight dreary, pissing, the mad bandit, was a lolcamel and sexy Sidorovich was a zombie that ZSG loved back to death because they're necrophiliacs. Not that it matters, Sidorovich regeneration gives you AIDS, osteoporosis and hemorrhoids. In other news Admin said MONOLITH! YES HE DID! Doing it wrong is a shame, and is WRONG. So stop it. So sexy Sidorovich, dying, proclaimed that he was leaving Nitro his bunker: Due to alcoholic poisoning by Cardan, this was exceptional. Or was it? Sure it was, but was WRONG. God, too wrong, like beer milkshakes or carrot flavored radioactive zombie herpes. Definitely not the best choice around here. What is this shit?! Cried the clone of MAH BOI, STRIVING TO GET DINNER. BUT ALAS, DINNER WAS ALREADY SERVED! And Vano said "My nose has melted into the orange flesh eye, and the Sidorovich stockpiles have dwindled, leaving him with Trololo peanut butter. Basically, everyone's in Pripyat, eating spam bought from Sidorovich." without drawing breath! BOLT HOLD OPEN will save us from Voronin's satanic ways, leaving him, Zhorik's mutated daughter and her radiator. Garik's rap battle failed to impress MC Docent Suslov: the alpha and omega of rap (if not counting Sidorovich's mix tape, sold at BASTARD, BULLSHIT, FUCKING EXPENSIVE Judenstrudelberg sponsored stores)
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After his lengthy length penetrated all sorts of bullshit polka dancing bandits)<- THE FUCKING COLON IS HAUNTING ME! Well, seeing that Skogstroll drew his, looked at it and ate some unnecessary commas, we performed tonsillectomy, vasectomy, lobotomy and autobiography. Chef, the chef was an Anarchist. Suprisingly enough. "Word!" Replied the only friendly dancing zombie, holding bolts open. Communisation was implemented without any sauce spread over the Diet Sausage and the tildes in Simple Snow's basement, flooded by diarrhea and vodka, which taste good together. As long as the stool's fresh. I wat'd.
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Short stroke pistons stroke striking prickly pork, pounding pans set seldom a sellable Sidorovich prices, poking with prickly penetrators, seeking somnambulist sonatas. Powerful, submersible septic serpentine synchronics sway TO THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH SHITTY MUSICALS. Back In The USSR there was this girl that I kinda liked, but she was sent a letter which demolished her house, making rape the primary food source, ruling her out. Saddened by this, several bandits killed me and cut an apple into 5 pieces, leaving me to resurrect another Sidorovich clone. "DAMMIT MORE SIDOROVICH!", she yelled when MC Docent Suslov played a commercial video with DJ Garik naked in OG Father Valerian's Loner Camp love tub and jacuzzi, with bloodsuckers and fleshes in catsuits. When the vodka charged, shouting "FOOL!" at Mr.T who, taking in a room full of strange antics, joined with Zulu, sounddocking a vodka bottle in a way guaranteed to cause untold mayhem, runny stools and intense cranial hemorrhaging. For those concerned, GET IN HERE, STALKER! GET OUT OF MY DREAMS! Jump into the goatse with the snorks, releasing mixtapes , rapping to the cabaret of Poker to DJ Garik's beats, inducing long lasting addictions to Wu Tang's last meal. Respectively, NUKULAR SHROOMZ and ice cream led to this.

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FIRST MATE SIDOROVICH! DROP AND GIVE ME NINETY THOUSAND OF YOUR HARDEST PSEUDODOG TAILS AND OVERPRICED BASTARD SUITS. SUDDENLY, DISCO DANCE DIMITROFF DROPPED DOWN, ALL THE SINGLE, DATING, AND WEDDED SIDOROVICH LOOK ALIKES ALLOWED ADDITIONAL ADDITIVES AT ALLOTED ADDICTIVE ASSIGNED ANTISOCIAL ANABIOTICS ADDICTIVE ALOTTED AROUND ANONYMOUS ANIMAL APTITUDES. AIMING AN AK AT AN ANTONOV, ALEX ARSEFACEY ANNIHILATED ANASTASIA'S AILING AUNTS. AFTER ABNORMALLY ANGERING ANDROPOV, ALEX AIDED AARDVARKS' AUSPICIOUS ADVANCES ALTERING ALEX'S ACTING ALL AGAINST AKSU ABOVE AUSTRALIA AMIABLY ALTERING AUGMENTED ASTERISKS. ANDROPOV APPLIED ALEX'S, effectively stopping this.
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In capitalist America URGL BRGLS YOU! This is because orange flavoured snorks worship their Monoliths like crazy polar and bipolar Svoboda members who forgot to hate to create Sidorovich clones and love their snorks with tits. "SNORKS WITH TITS?!", General Voronin demanded sauce, seeing how kiddiot spammers invaded OH DUDE SNORKS WITH TITS is YEARNING FOR BANNAGE by zombiefyed traders who wear stockings on their arms cause their legs were dissolved by Carnage's absinthe cocktail and fruit punch mix, which was swimming in urine, like, dude, like, a wild Sidorovich just jumped off an oak, dying almost completely. But Sidorovich regeneration BOLTS THE COFFIN OF HOLD OPEN, thereforeby incapacitating all surrounding bagel-eating Sidorovichs, forcing PRICE CUTS! ON OVERPRICED SUITS! No fucking way... YES FUCKING WAY, ONLY 59,999RU, 99 COPECKS! HOW CAN YOU RESIST THE SIDOROLITH? Quite easily actually, considering SIDDIE NEVER HAD A SHRINE, only three temples. Made of stinking OLD MAN BACKGROUNDS, WHICH ARE DISGUSTING AND DECREPIT HORRIBLE, raping eyes everywhere. So brave Skogstroll did a RickRoll, drew his mighty awesome Niggamortis LP with its PINGAS , PENDOUS, PIENDISH, PINESS, all while screaming: SHIT ON SIDOROVICH, say what honky? Fuck all holes of bovine excrement. Fuck dat shit.
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BASTARD SIDOROVICH fans continued price gouging, shitting kopecks and brown-nosing Sidorovich. Who deserved it. Wait, is that -HOLD THAT BOLT! TOO MUCH CANCER! OR IS IHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG-

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The previous paragraph was shorter than Mitay's Sidorovich boner towards the uncanny stalker who was collecting Rule 63 to his precious snorks, adding TITS, being slapped in the face by an unbelievably mighty man-sausage from Sidorovich fan club and stopped his silly shit. Soodooroovooch! Hovong collod Morkod one, time again, Dragunov stopped picking his nose. I had a knife, somewhere, a knife! "WHICH SPARROW STOLE FEATHERS FOR ITS FECAL GRAMMAR NEST?", yelled Adder at Maginot's rather disloyal display of assholery through incredulous dullard-like drinking skills. Behind your backs, admins were planning something, like permabannage or inhumation with maximum efficiency, agility, weed killer and Trololo murderous BASTARD cakes of soap flakes that PWNT Sidorovich into endless clones of Chernobyl, invading the Rookie Camp and increasing prices remarkably. "60,000.01 RU BASTARD SUITS?! Fuck me sideways!" yelled Maginot, and widened his buttocks in vain, expecting a merciless DICKING.
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No faggotry here,

[Afterburner]

~Let's begin anew and try not to become a gibbering mass of BOLT HOLD OPEN. Fuck, that failed as BOLT HOLD took command of OPEN and spawned a terrible meme. The friendly zombie, detrats ot epyt sdrawkcab, tub stopped talking to budgies, removing unnecessary tildes, and tripping over new ganja shipments. Thankfully there was enough Swaziland for HOLT BOLD to get ONEP, but
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Fuck your paragraph.
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Fuck yours too. Strike 47 for the teapot team.
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After Senka dropped a big shite and got banned. There was little dispute to Dimitroff's itchy ban hammer, but there wasn't an extra line left for Ganja, who dropped two.


And began to procrastinate, terribly. Peanut brained Sidorovich, however, forgot where his Skogstroll's mighty sausage wasn't available for FOOL, leading to a trap for bears (which hadn't caused any trouble up until now. When suddenly a skeleton popped out brandishing Sidorovich's soggy bodily secretions, making noises that indicated erection was achieved. "Flee!" cried the sane, while YOU failed to run in a silly burn into the pit of eternal burination before someone said: "well, this certainly isn't the Russian bricks that I ate earlier, making for one interesting dinner conversation. "Pass the salt and here's your ["]. Mass quote confusion surely would confuse anyone except for the one who fucked your mother. With that lovely, this fact shocked several fuzeboxes, from here to Yantar. The radiators, however disturbed the flora, remove all vacuum or else the meme is broken. Sid's many lamas, misspelled horrifically by Zeno's internet browser. Sentence fragment pwnage. Is not only a tragedy, but also fucks up fucking fuckery, fucktard! "Дабай, Ара, всё!" Some drunk guy beat up emos, who were actually asking for it. An emergency evacuation of bowels lead to gulag tiem.
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In glorious CCCP paragraph starts you! Said the renowned, confirming the fact there was no fungi to be taken with tomatoes on the radiator. Once again, Sidorovich IS DEAD, because I HATE HIM and his DOGFOOD, SO FUCK HIM. Overly ambitious Carnage is awesome, so Pinnochio's nose grew. Carnage sitting on his awesome chair, missing one leg, is still awesome. For a flesh. Except on Wednesdays of broken sentences. FUCK YOU GUYS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! BOLT HOLD...NO YOU! Then Santa Claus invaded the pants of dead Sidorovich, gnolting mold tokens. But Chris Hansen didn't like the colour of the sex predator's car, so he planted a nuclear bomb up your arse. Clearasil ate children during Sidorovich variety exhibition in the main hall. Pepsi makes for tipsy cocktails when mixed with DOGFOOD sandvich will make you screw grammar in glorious CCCP, land of Sidorovich reign, unless he's dead... Which allows grammar to prosper successfully, ruining sentences everywhere wait, how? Grammar children like zombie goats. The stock market fell when BOLT OUT OF HERE YOU DAMNED MEMES. "Mission accomplished!" said the almighty BOLTER HOLDER OPENER grizzly bear troll, whose procrastination exemplars are unrivaled throughout. "Throughout what, exactly?" Asked the bear. "Throughout the world, you drunken buffoon!", answered the Illuminati. Limp Dick Gwajabba lol'd, causing untold horrors of lost games. However, the game wasn't lost, as Candlejack qui
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"That was interesting." One guy commented on the friendly Christmas zombie gambler who lost garters in the bottomless pit of marshmallows. Rogue Ganja salesmen plotted against Hutu, planning to steal Tutsi game plans. The only problem was Sidorovich: that he is dead didn't help business WITH FOGDOOD. Inconspicuous pygmy bandits infiltrated ingenious inaccessible infrastructures, indenting insulation induced increased artifact theft to tropical tracts, tyrannically thrashing Transylvanian triangular thresholds. Tolik took the timer, trying to teleport 500 posts ahead. But the telephone decided to fuck your mother. Thus, YOUR MOM WAS PHONE AND DEMONS YOU ARE THE. OLOL LOL'D THE LOLZY LOLRUS INTO LOSING it's Brain to Professor Sakharov in a game, "Doin' it WRONG" "NO U" mumbled the METAL BOXES OF ELECTRICAL POWER WITH ALL CAPS BEIN' PAWP'D, NEGGUH. WHACHOO LOOKIN AT? GARY MOTHERFUCKING OAK!
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Tildety tilde tilded smashed by picket crawled up your nose and sold countless wonders, procrastinating procrastination: that's right, he said procrastination!! Congruence is a bolt, held open against your face - cold, inexorable, unrelenting! Speaking about Sidorovich ordering Zeno pizza with disgusting salami for 17 000 rubles (the average stalker having to squat in a moldy stingy porridge salesman's bunker eating DOGFOOD sold by Sidorovich at BASTARD OVERPRICED ridiculous sidenote lengths) because it was topped with powdered Moonlight and Urchin, and a sideorder of Snorkshake bucket, Controller brains dip, and Flesh crackling ;ryyrtd djogyrf tohjy, "That was bananas." "Bullshit, bananas don't bend that way." The bartender shouted "FOOL" at Vanya, making him push Sidorovich's corpse into the X10 lab's Snork Construction Room which created Snorkosids and Sidorovich regenerated. Able to jump straight into a pit of molten fruit punch, creating BOLT HOLD SIDDIE, he quickly dismantled Karcentric's fecal grammar and shot two drugs: pentaendomonotodextrin and assaholomophrin, rapidly becoming bloated and irritable, enddasentencedammit! With that, Cthulhu pth'agn R'lyeh lolled.
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Karcentric's fecal grammar once again took hold over fucking your mother. Yes, Carnage's mother. And Afterburnzz's. Hard. Yes, Afterburnzz's dog. That's his mother. Actually, Carnageman's mother. Something truly terrible, yet SIDOROVICH IS DEAD FOR GOOD! Really now? Let's celebrate! HE REGENERATED! Bullshit, Sidoroviches don't exist. Or do Llamas just pop in out of nowhere, like BOLTS and HOLD OPEN being DOGFOOD. Auspicious, the mad bandit guru lead spies quickly succumbed to Kobura's fecal grammar. No fecal grammar could possibly match your mother's, though. Serial rapist Sidorovich definitely defiled her. These fragment sentences are as profound, as they are braindead due to having their brains fried in their skulls by the rebuilt Brain Scorcher. That was lame. Almost as lame as Ganja having a sandvich with Heavy Sidorovich guy, who was outsmarted. Not a hard thing to do, considering SIDOROVICH, the bastard, is dead. No, that's a Siddie, not a paraplegic fat bastard, who sells overpriced BASTARD radiators: 200 000 000 0 RU . Motherfucking rubles. Bastard. Ass. Random words.
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Once upon a midnight dreary, pissing, the mad bandit, was a lolcamel and sexy Sidorovich was a zombie that ZSG loved back to death because they're necrophiliacs. Not that it matters, Sidorovich regeneration gives you AIDS, osteoporosis and hemorrhoids. In other news Admin said MONOLITH! YES HE DID! Doing it wrong is a shame, and is WRONG. So stop it. So sexy Sidorovich, dying, proclaimed that he was leaving Nitro his bunker: Due to alcoholic poisoning by Cardan, this was exceptional. Or was it? Sure it was, but was WRONG. God, too wrong, like beer milkshakes or carrot flavored radioactive zombie herpes. Definitely not the best choice around here. What is this shit?! Cried the clone of MAH BOI, STRIVING TO GET DINNER. BUT ALAS, DINNER WAS ALREADY SERVED! And Vano said "My nose has melted into the orange flesh eye, and the Sidorovich stockpiles have dwindled, leaving him with Trololo peanut butter. Basically, everyone's in Pripyat, eating spam bought from Sidorovich." without drawing breath! BOLT HOLD OPEN will save us from Voronin's satanic ways, leaving him, Zhorik's mutated daughter and her radiator. Garik's rap battle failed to impress MC Docent Suslov: the alpha and omega of rap (if not counting Sidorovich's mix tape, sold at BASTARD, BULLSHIT, FUCKING EXPENSIVE Judenstrudelberg sponsored stores)
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After his lengthy length penetrated all sorts of bullshit polka dancing bandits)<- THE FUCKING COLON IS HAUNTING ME! Well, seeing that Skogstroll drew his, looked at it and ate some unnecessary commas, we performed tonsillectomy, vasectomy, lobotomy and autobiography. Chef, the chef was an Anarchist. Suprisingly enough. "Word!" Replied the only friendly dancing zombie, holding bolts open. Communisation was implemented without any sauce spread over the Diet Sausage and the tildes in Simple Snow's basement, flooded by diarrhea and vodka, which taste good together. As long as the stool's fresh. I wat'd.
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Short stroke pistons stroke striking prickly pork, pounding pans set seldom a sellable Sidorovich prices, poking with prickly penetrators, seeking somnambulist sonatas. Powerful, submersible septic serpentine synchronics sway TO THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH SHITTY MUSICALS. Back In The USSR there was this girl that I kinda liked, but she was sent a letter which demolished her house, making rape the primary food source, ruling her out. Saddened by this, several bandits killed me and cut an apple into 5 pieces, leaving me to resurrect another Sidorovich clone. "DAMMIT MORE SIDOROVICH!", she yelled when MC Docent Suslov played a commercial video with DJ Garik naked in OG Father Valerian's Loner Camp love tub and jacuzzi, with bloodsuckers and fleshes in catsuits. When the vodka charged, shouting "FOOL!" at Mr.T who, taking in a room full of strange antics, joined with Zulu, sounddocking a vodka bottle in a way guaranteed to cause untold mayhem, runny stools and intense cranial hemorrhaging. For those concerned, GET IN HERE, STALKER! GET OUT OF MY DREAMS! Jump into the goatse with the snorks, releasing mixtapes , rapping to the cabaret of Poker to DJ Garik's beats, inducing long lasting addictions to Wu Tang's last meal. Respectively, NUKULAR SHROOMZ and ice cream led to this.

.

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FIRST MATE SIDOROVICH! DROP AND GIVE ME NINETY THOUSAND OF YOUR HARDEST PSEUDODOG TAILS AND OVERPRICED BASTARD SUITS. SUDDENLY, DISCO DANCE DIMITROFF DROPPED DOWN, ALL THE SINGLE, DATING, AND WEDDED SIDOROVICH LOOK ALIKES ALLOWED ADDITIONAL ADDITIVES AT ALLOTED ADDICTIVE ASSIGNED ANTISOCIAL ANABIOTICS ADDICTIVE ALOTTED AROUND ANONYMOUS ANIMAL APTITUDES. AIMING AN AK AT AN ANTONOV, ALEX ARSEFACEY ANNIHILATED ANASTASIA'S AILING AUNTS. AFTER ABNORMALLY ANGERING ANDROPOV, ALEX AIDED AARDVARKS' AUSPICIOUS ADVANCES ALTERING ALEX'S ACTING ALL AGAINST AKSU ABOVE AUSTRALIA AMIABLY ALTERING AUGMENTED ASTERISKS. ANDROPOV APPLIED ALEX'S, effectively stopping this.
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In capitalist America URGL BRGLS YOU! This is because orange flavoured snorks worship their Monoliths like crazy polar and bipolar Svoboda members who forgot to hate to create Sidorovich clones and love their snorks with tits. "SNORKS WITH TITS?!", General Voronin demanded sauce, seeing how kiddiot spammers invaded OH DUDE SNORKS WITH TITS is YEARNING FOR BANNAGE by zombiefyed traders who wear stockings on their arms cause their legs were dissolved by Carnage's absinthe cocktail and fruit punch mix, which was swimming in urine, like, dude, like, a wild Sidorovich just jumped off an oak, dying almost completely. But Sidorovich regeneration BOLTS THE COFFIN OF HOLD OPEN, thereforeby incapacitating all surrounding bagel-eating Sidorovichs, forcing PRICE CUTS! ON OVERPRICED SUITS! No fucking way... YES FUCKING WAY, ONLY 59,999RU, 99 COPECKS! HOW CAN YOU RESIST THE SIDOROLITH? Quite easily actually, considering SIDDIE NEVER HAD A SHRINE, only three temples. Made of stinking OLD MAN BACKGROUNDS, WHICH ARE DISGUSTING AND DECREPIT HORRIBLE, raping eyes everywhere. So brave Skogstroll did a RickRoll, drew his mighty awesome Niggamortis LP with its PINGAS , PENDOUS, PIENDISH, PINESS, all while screaming: SHIT ON SIDOROVICH, say what honky? Fuck all holes of bovine excrement. Fuck dat shit.
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BASTARD SIDOROVICH fans continued price gouging, shitting kopecks and brown-nosing Sidorovich. Who deserved it. Wait, is that -HOLD THAT BOLT! TOO MUCH CANCER! OR IS IHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG-

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The previous paragraph was shorter than Mitay's Sidorovich boner towards the uncanny stalker who was collecting Rule 63 to his precious snorks, adding TITS, being slapped in the face by an unbelievably mighty man-sausage from Sidorovich fan club and stopped his silly shit. Soodooroovooch! Hovong collod Morkod one, time again, Dragunov stopped picking his nose. I had a knife, somewhere, a knife! "WHICH SPARROW STOLE FEATHERS FOR ITS FECAL GRAMMAR NEST?", yelled Adder at Maginot's rather disloyal display of assholery through incredulous dullard-like drinking skills. Behind your backs, admins were planning something, like permabannage or inhumation with maximum efficiency, agility, weed killer and Trololo murderous BASTARD cakes of soap flakes that PWNT Sidorovich into endless clones of Chernobyl, invading the Rookie Camp and increasing prices remarkably. "60,000.01 RU BASTARD SUITS?! Fuck me sideways!" yelled Maginot, and widened his buttocks in vain, expecting a merciless DICKING.
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No faggotry here, seriously, no homo.