There was a town that held a secret; 12chan's username and password, except no one cared, including the towns people. One day Madman appeared before the crown prosecutor to plead his story. A story involving many candies, or something similar. The judge was unable to punish Madman because he did it wrong, causing a time paradox which could only be causing a time paradox that killed all of the people who tried to create time paradoxes. It goes without saying that one should never consider penguins to be tasty when deep fried, penguin pantsu however are Bazza's favourite breakfast cereal, loaded with 3 grains of housing cement formula for verbal diarrhea control. Unfortunately his attempts at living failed miserably, and declaring allegiance to Madman, causes a time paradox, and ceases to exist. Then came the phonebooth masquerading as a duck roll, however it was difficult to ascertain if it was copypasta or a clever ruse. Suddenly, minderjährigen mädchen! Hundreds of them! They all started to dismember madman with their small, highly rusted weapons coated with taipan poison. Madman knew right away that November had come, and in order to successfully sell his soul he had to purchase twenty three fluffy ducklings. With these ducklings he summoned a frontier psychiatrist, named Moot who had large tumors attached to his naruto dvd boxset. The tumors suddenly became infected when bazza appeared, and started breeding with Rika-chan who was a mutated time paradox, who hated breeding with Moot's infected dvd tumors. So she strangled Bazza with a nylon garrote, becoming 2007 Saimoe champion. Meanwhile, more minderjährigen mädchen's had started to grow tumors so phill could use them to change topics.
Suddenly, a new paragraph, traversing the hard road, looked around at the clowns plotting nefarious deeds. A passing Jesus impersonator said Moe is the greatest sin from mankind. At once, many catgirls exploded into flame, causing damage of 9000+, also called OVER 9000. Pity Goku wasn't around to see it happen. He was already dead. Killed by a haemherroid from attending weekly AJAS. The Rat Hole's seats were hard as stone, which may explain why we only desperately use the poorly designed little shitpit, with stairs of natural selection designed to claim the lives of all bogans who dare enter this place of horror that has killer babbits, wait what's a babbit? Anyway, having buried Goku in Mappy's car trunk ; driven away by Ryan, they arrived at Failtown, the origins of 4chan (pre-internet days you know) and promptly proceeded to deface every wall with election posters. The AEC together with The Topless Christopher Pyne Dancing Troupe began doing Mappy impersonations that scarred the children's delicate psyche and caused explosive diarrhea, which covered the election better than Channels Seven, Nine and Ten. Which was not hard. The ABC won easily with digital airing anime that few could access unless they contacted Mappy via the secret passage, which sounds really dodgy. A one-eared man was selling tickets to the local bogans, who were homosexuell for Bridget but also wanted to make sweet love to strawberry flavoured popcorn dipped in buckets of lard. Striking a pose, he said Madman was god of the feral bogans and deserved many minderjährigen mädchen's, but Labor won instead causing Johnny to expectorate, extrapolate, defenestrate, masticate and menstruate. Afterwards Howard decided to Martianise the Kazakhs and summon the Qiraji, while playing WoW because he had no life. Which is known fact.
Meanwhile, back in Swaziland, three tentacled hentai monsters applied for unemployment benefits. But couldn't hold pens so they couldn't fill in the correct forms, instead they filed for divorce, because they were performing guro on request of Ryan, their husband. Meanwhile, back in Salisbury, England, Stonehenge was attracting bogans with F**koff shotguns. Primitive rocks, primitive people. Also know as Chavs, their stupidity exceeds all serpentine digestive systems worldwide, whilst knowingly segregating artichokes into matter and antimatter. The Artichoke Rights Movement was an incompetent organisation masking Melbourne underground figures from the Oompa Loompas targetting Sydney Harbour Bridge with recycled body butter
I must feel proud about the things I choose ...,
Be it Ero-games , doujinshi , or clothes ; its all the SAME !