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Offline Pronoia

Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #100 on: June 09, 2012, 04:24:35 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #101 on: June 09, 2012, 04:32:27 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet

Offline Pronoia

Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #102 on: June 09, 2012, 04:44:54 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #103 on: June 09, 2012, 04:53:41 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #104 on: June 09, 2012, 08:20:59 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #105 on: June 10, 2012, 01:00:14 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #106 on: June 10, 2012, 04:10:44 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #107 on: June 10, 2012, 04:37:42 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent

Offline Mordred

Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #108 on: June 10, 2012, 08:00:13 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #109 on: June 10, 2012, 12:36:45 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #110 on: June 10, 2012, 12:44:14 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of

Offline Pronoia

Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #111 on: June 10, 2012, 02:58:34 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #112 on: June 10, 2012, 03:08:16 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #113 on: June 10, 2012, 03:14:34 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #114 on: June 10, 2012, 07:39:18 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.
« Last Edit: June 10, 2012, 07:41:34 PM by KaraKres »

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #115 on: June 11, 2012, 02:49:18 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #116 on: June 11, 2012, 08:47:10 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #117 on: June 11, 2012, 02:18:09 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #118 on: June 11, 2012, 03:07:03 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #119 on: June 11, 2012, 03:25:34 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #120 on: June 11, 2012, 11:50:13 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #121 on: June 16, 2012, 01:17:07 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #122 on: June 16, 2012, 03:22:47 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox,

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #123 on: June 16, 2012, 03:55:40 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #124 on: June 16, 2012, 06:27:24 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed