John defended himself bravely. Zombies were overwhelming. He called for help, and suddenly John was the zombies.

Pikachu ends his torment. Salty tears growin out of his eyes, his misery taken away by a gun. SASPARILLA PARTY

GENTLEMAN. NOODLES.

Small red flying dot, with bat witngs, says: "NO GOOGLE NECESSARY." Green snake understands. His pink arm is ready. Thunderstorm rages.

SPACESHIPS - SPACESHIPS EVERYWHERE

Two fags with exposed, hairy chests. One of them is smiling, holding a bag - what the flying fuck is he up to. The second one has small tits

souless Mr. RIDDLE

I am not fapping. I cannot. I am simply nonexistent, writing within another dimension. The sky is darkened, stars fall. It begins...

nope.avi. Ssspy is sssapin my ssssentry.

Shit. Literally, shit. You cant even draw good. Shame on you. SHAME ON YOU. (shame is bigger if you are a nigger, giggity)

"TEN SIMPLE RULES" he said. "GUIDING PEOPLE INTO HEAVEN" he said. Moses always fucked something up. This time it was BIG TIME.

Dallas STARS. Man, I mean DALLAS STARS man. Wat is wut. Never actually thought that i could read such things. Manly salts abroad, then.