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

[Scented Nectar]

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

[theVOID]

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

[Xyster]

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

[Zen Badger]

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

[Rhizomorph13]

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 weeps blood continuously

[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

[theVOID]

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

[Rev. Rye]

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

[The Omnissiunt One]

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...