I was walking home last Friday, when

heterosexuals, and started using the gay field

to turn the heterosexuals into artists. This

upset a considerable amount of the sages,

and they realized their only hope was

to work with bas3que separatists to repair

the fragile relationship between homosexuals, jews and

children who are gay rapists. So they

decided to form a committee to foster

the fragile relationship between homosexuals, jews and

children who are gay rapists. Unfortunately, Latvians

are a crafty bunch and they managed

to derail the committee by posing as

children who are gay rapists. Fortunately, Latvians

are pretty bad at posing as children,

but the best in the world at

escaping once their disguises are revealed. The

disguises were not revealed, however, as the

zeppelin crashed into the committee just in

or at least very, very close to

the place where Lenin's mausoleum had stood.

Communism was therefore halted before it began

ruining the committee. The committee quickly reconciled

Their love of gay rape with their

desire to reconcile the aforementioned groups. This

desire to reconcile those prementioned groups was

challenging for the Queen of England too.

A moment passed without incident and then

suddenly the conflict was solved. This pleased

or at least did not particularly displease

the Jewish conspirators. They celebrated this sudden

lack of particular displeasure. But not for

long, since the semen floods consume all.

The Netherlands and Bangladesh were already under

some 170 feet of semen, and all

in all that was enough for them.

Flordia couldn't get enough though. Reservoirs overflowed

with the glorious liquid of life. California

is located on the West coast of

the steadily submerging USA. God bless America

and God bless the steadily submerging USA.

0037 sighed as the uncle pushed his

large, flaccid penis into the meat grinder.

"I've put my dick into dirtier things"

screamed 0037 as his penis was annihilated

by the hairy uncle's barbaric voodoo. This

resulted in tokiko calling the penis police.

"God's a fucking nigger!" spat the penis

police while violently subduing the hairy uncle.

However, the hairy uncle resisted arrest and

escaped by diving deep into the semen

dick first. This gave tokiko time to

shove himself into the nearest anus, which

fucking exploded into a bunch of spiders

the moment he touched it. His gayness

or lack thereof was no longer the

driving force behind the story; the new

potatoes that he had stuck up his

urethra were now the story's main focus

which is a welcome change of pace.

These potatoes are called kumara, due to

some weirdo deciding that "kumara" was a

food that belonged in the urethra. But

alas, it wasn't so. Therefore we must

remove the kumara from his urethra and

worship Satan like good, obedient satanists. Lucifer

was pleased and pulled out his wand.

He used it to rename kumara to

sweet potato. This Eurocentric naming convention was

condemned on tumblr and praised on stormfront.

Tokiko didn't care, as he was busy

negotiating his release from the penis police's

most heavily guarded jail cell. Suddenly, Stormfront

came in from the east and flooded

the rest of the internet with shitty

drawings of racial violence, in which several

"No. Stop talking about websites" interrupted our

beloved webmaster 0037, butting into the narration.

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Tokiko used the ensuing chaos to escape

deep into the semen towards the last

remaining zeppelin station. Unfortunately, the zeppelin was

Led Zeppelin and thus could not carry

tokiko and entire surviving Bas3que population. So

he thought and remembered ghosts are weightless.

After pausing a moment to reflect on

the fact that the zeppelin had crashed

At least once prior to the establishing

a code of conduct concerning the safe

telling of a story. Therefore he could

and should, no MUST, and certainly will

not use the zeppelin; it already crashed.

For an instant everything was still. Then

a bird landed on a small goat

causing a snowballing effect that had been

started long ago with a grain of

rice from Tokiko's prison meal. The guards

were unaware of this impending snowball effect