JK_3 
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There was the end: Hangfires sword and the shield of Tommy Wiseau, whomever that could be, and John died later. For Hangfire it was the end. Anyways, Hangfires floating cow said "Grover". The next time that Godzilla burped, Grover shocked his perception regarding unicorns. The unicorns pooped sparkling rainbows. Grover pooped sparkling blue furballs. Together they danced around HangFire's edit to celebrate the sun's May 4th. Hello there, Kenobi, sugondese coffee jelly beans and purple ducks.
It'll be somewhat ridiculous if John Cow walked in some wooden shoes considering his retarded government reckoning him to rectify the facts with ben shapiro. Another one bites the bucket. Money fall down the ranch dressing from Fizzer's feet picks. A spoon took a spoonful of sunflower seeds, cumin, oats, and deez NUTS, Cashew Candy, Malted water. Unironically, Papa Franku Kenobi had a lightsaber.
The firefighter gave up on saving Mahatma Gandhi from his erectile dysfunction after seeing them knees and said, "damn, boy... that's pretty thick, innit?". Thick thighs Ghandi didn't get enough women to fulfill his lifelong desire. Shockingly, Godzilla yoinked China's super idol to death. Suddenly, kermit was on heavy acid. But despite his incredibly low metabolism, he went to daddy and shoved a flamingo with the flambussy intact. The beast tap danced, then died. Distraught, Kenobi distraught, Kenobi, where are, but finally his stroke of misfortune grew wealthy.
Grab on the witch's yellow broom. Kamikaze Kangaroos without consent, throw back infinitesimally small posteriors. Grover danced all along the bodies of Schlong shapedf lamingo babies and sung "You know any communists?". "No," a blue-haired feminist with rabies stated loudly, "I dont support science or children or JK. However, I have ferrets. What ferrets? Like pigs, but shlong very hairy shlong shaped flamingo shlongs, took schlongs with prongs" she said. That's what happened to JFK when he refused to admit that he had diarrhea when he ate lasagna with Adobo juice. Perplexingly, Abode body only exists as pdf-file.
Avast! Grover ate Pokemon and German Czechoslovakia's highly rated balloon animal cow go bye-bye and explodes with a joyful keyboard. Mash potato fries without me. "How dare they throw Jackoont's rugby dog over rugby stairs.", they said, "said Shaun the sheep, chicka doodle doo", and I, JFK, say "lick my monkey balls!". The man chugged ranch salad while licking balls. "Well, I just noticed the texture of this flamingo schlong Orge BAlls slushy is way too tangy, somehow our punctuation isn't our strongest suit, but boy and gurl, who cares? Even Grover doesn't give candy to UwU profile picture."
Pi hosted a child-bearing tournament. The intention was to push [REDACTED] into JK_3's instant noodle soup bowl. That felt very wrong. Suddenly mom stopped, dropped, bombed, cropped, threw it, and hopped. She caught herpes tomorrow. (Whoever wrote Macbeth died) just die a happy cucumber tree lottery scam death. After all, aunt RaffleBot has crippling depression. The northern party pooper joined her pity party to be dead inside or not to be dead inside. Purple goblins gobble goblets in global, that is pink glitter panther postier in your pale pale Chris Gayle quil tail. Tofu fries, Grover cries, Money hacks ball sack, Texx Mexx, green toad, big load, bing bong, ding dong, playing pingpong cuppa soup, rice noodles looking fine. Finely chopped, crop-topped hairy chicks with clips, side dips, no tips.
Two shites scamming RaffleBot, silly boy, ranodm words fall on you money mad man, eat cans, drive vans, sell icecream at Ikea. "Great idea!", got diarrhea tomorrow morning, toilet's burning. Grover's joining the UN's browing conspiracies. Happy parties work together. Sunny weather, eating heather purple feather. Instantaneously, Elmo, Geronimo, Velma, and Bob, Charlie, David, Moses Lester, your mom, Grover's donkey, and deez NUTS, swelled whole wheat crackers. Eyebrows being hella aesthetic and crispy man! Prosthetic arm raises questions about China's fine dining fiasco. WW3 hit the president in the balls. That hurt. Metric threads threading beds in my Benz, rolling and scrolling down the fence.
Shrek declared war to JK_3 and sophisticatedly stroked his green slimy peanuts, Schlong prongs, and spilled juice prawns, sand bands and wooden gloves. *Sigh* "Somehow Darth Grover returned." Buy, sell, repeat: seashells, seashells by the smoke shop. Seahorses swimming (blame JK!) festival tragedy. Johnny did not partake in mom's Old Wig. Suddenly, master Grover looked pale and glowed blue
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