Continuous sentence game

[mem]

One day while I was whacking off to World of Warcraft Playing Choir boys who looked like an amorphous, undulating blobs of macaroni and suddenly I felt my bile rise up into the swimming pool outside, in which floated in orange flat sandals a body, the likes of which none had seen and I farted in surprise at the sheer exhilaration of it all but suffered a blow back which hugged the questionnaire/jizz-rag stapled to a french man named Nicholas Sarkozy who then ate his own face for a thrill which made me wonder why I slept with your ugly, inbred, halfwitted hound from hell named Cerebus (sic) who was a Media Studies graduate from a cleansed sewer now converted into a preposterous hellish version of night and day where fire-breathing armadillos drink copious quantities of communion wine from a priest's innocent boy love severed testical cup of catholic joy that the pope donated to WSPA for no particular reason apart from that John McCain felt it in the ass. oh no! full stop!!!!