Penelope Cholmondely raised her azure eyes from the crabbed scenario. She meandered among the congeries of her memoirs. There was the Kinetic Algernon, a choleric artificer of icons and triptychs, who wanted to write a trilogy. For years she had stifled her risibilities with dour moods. His asthma caused him to sough like the zephyrs among the tamarack.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
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WHAT IS THIS SHIT. WHAT IS THAT. A FLAMING FROGMOUTH OWL? SOME STUPID LIZARD? AN AXOLOTL? TOO FAR THIS TIME. just kidding, I'm totally getting it
Those legendaries look like digimon. Also this joke worked perfectly at first
ReplyDeleteNOW YOU KNOW WHY REAL MEN PLAY AS THE GIRL.
ReplyDeleteIf they remake the red-head Rival in a similar fashion, someone at Nintendfag gets to give me their firstborn for my breakfast.