Maybe fact check before coming up with such blatant lies. Lots of people spoke. It's like this. I know. Then, she accidently woke our three yappy dogs up, and they relized that they were in a car. An enemy so hideous that Moose must destroy it at all costs. is it the word be found in the 17th, and 18th letters? I, being weird, am pretty much immune to such expectations. Also, I guess I still am trying to get the world record. You wanna play that way. Warning* Extremely long pasta. Now I have decided to go for a world record. Perhaps their just trying to be nice. Because that would be impossible. I'm back! I bet it does. i couldn't hear it because someone had put the speakers facing the audience. The moon has one-sixth of Earth's gravity. Or, would that be good? Were also on Pinterest, Tumblr, and Flipboard. They are not great neccesarily because of the content, (although that helps some) they are great because of their sheer length. Experience vague, pain-like sensations when you're not paying attention) This has been a public service announcement. Most likely they test it BEFORE they add the extra stuff"Yep, Bob, this is some mighty pure water." I pity them, I really do. You know? I just thought that I might like to mention that. Well, next time you buy your $3 FREAKIN' dollar bottle of water, consider this. I love-d you moose! NO, wait. If you're asleep, the fire will wake you. UNDER SUCH EXTREME HEAT, WEAR AND DEGRADATION IS INEVITABLE!! Which would be boring. I'll tell you. So, we packed everthing up. Plus, the fire gradually gets louder, and hotter, and smokier. But I'd like to take this time to thank the 2 and 1/2 people in the entire universe who have bothered to read this entire thing. If iI fill out the fake tab form I'm gonna have to put back as my favorite wordI already have filled it out, though. Right now, I'm just typing so that no one can say that I've been slacking off. I founded the secret message, you ok man? After all, look how long this text is. He goes for Trinity, makes it just in time to catch her body, and starts her heart back up. It's been pretty quiet here lately, which is why I haven't added anything to this text in awhile. if you like our Facebook fanpage, you'll receive more articles like the one you just read! Bye! Oh, yeah. Pop-Up ad's help you get rid of pop-up ads? It makes sense, though. Were hoping to rely on our loyal readers rather than erratic ads. She was upset, because she had accidently run over an armidillo. It's because of the "evil little faeries with sharp little teeth." I only know that I'm entertaining me, which was my original goal. Typical. Maybe you'll break free. See? Are you happy? He would do everything in his power to keep his dream from becoming reality. Now you may be wondering what horrible beast is Moose's arch-enemy. You remember my Moose's arch-enemy, don't you? I'm goin' light on the advertising at the moment, which is why I'm free to write here. It's about six contestants who compete to create the worst, least likely "reality" TV show. When I'm older, I would like to have a fursuit, go to furry conventions, all that stuff. they liked landing on me. Longest Sentence By Rebecca Jones, Arts Correspondent. And lots of you are probably gloating 'cause you don't have to get up 'till 8:30. What would happen when that dreamer woke? And absolutly NO air-pressure. Now sure, I could have won more than 500 at some game in which you don't have to pay to play. I'm a genius. GeeI sure hope it wasn't poisonous. I can just see Hot Dog, and Pizza trucks roaming the neighbor hoods, selling treats to hungry childrenand adults. You must be caught in a time warp. And the plan would have failed and Neo might have died, along with a large portion of the city (the building was set to blow if there was any intruders) SoNeo's choice to attempt to save Trinity triggered the sequence of events that led to her death. I for one, didn't know about such dire consequences for not deliberatly failing classes. Food industires would be buying cars, gas and music. If I did, would I stop this? In any case, my theory means that playing video games is very cruel. Seeya! Oooooo! Girls began wearing skimpier, and skimpier bathing suits. I forgot it's name. Ya know ya got ya ya girl ya ya know ya ya boy you got caught with them and then ya got a robot in the car with a car in your head that was the best dog ever and you can call me and call him when I wanna is it time I get off work I will see if I gotta I wanna is a time I got a ride truck truck ride and iiiuuyr. For all you know, you could be halucinating my entire site! We'd probably go crazier. No? I see. Lots of gooey talent. I can clone myself and form and angry mob? If this was quality work, I'd publish it and make a fortune. And what did he do to me? Either way, I'm here. I was bored, and a dilligent reader suggested I make fake commercials, sotherer they are. The only reason the makers of Cheese-Nips don't get sued is because of the tast difference and Cheese Nips are made of real "cheese" rather than cheez. If you have some extra time, you can read it at marienbadmylove.com. AS soon as you're pierced, you have to buy "starter" earrings. If you have something better to do, why wouldn't you be doing it right now? VisitMy Modern Met Media. I'm getting bored, so I think I'm done for the day. Math is so picky. Just like all those reports people have to do. Just exactly like Father if Father had known as much about it the night before I went out there as he did the day after I came back thinking Mad impotent old man who realized at last that there must be some limit even to the capabilities of a demon for doing harm, who must have seen his situation as that of the show girl, the pony, who realizes that the principal tune she prances to comes not from horn and fiddle and drum but from a clock and calendar, must have seen himself as the old wornout cannon which realizes that it can deliver just one more fierce shot and crumble to dust in its own furious blast and recoil, who looked about upon the scene which was still within his scope and compass and saw son gone, vanished, more insuperable to him now than if the son were dead since now (if the son still lived) his name would be different and those to call him by it strangers and whatever dragons outcropping of Sutpen blood the son might sow on the body of whatever strange woman would therefore carry on the tradition, accomplish the hereditary evil and harm under another name and upon and among people who will never have heard the right one; daughter doomed to spinsterhood who had chosen spinsterhood already before there was anyone named Charles Bon since the aunt who came to succor her in bereavement and sorrow found neither but instead that calm absolutely impenetrable face between a homespun dress and sunbonnet seen before a closed door and again in a cloudy swirl of chickens while Jones was building the coffin and which she wore during the next year while the aunt lived there and the three women wove their own garments and raised their own food and cut the wood they cooked it with (excusing what help they had from Jones who lived with his granddaughter in the abandoned fishing camp with its collapsing roof and rotting porch against which the rusty scythe which Sutpen was to lend him, make him borrow to cut away the weeds from the door-and at last forced him to use though not to cut weeds, at least not vegetable weeds -would lean for two years) and wore still after the aunts indignation had swept her back to town to live on stolen garden truck and out o f anonymous baskets left on her front steps at night, the three of them, the two daughters negro and white and the aunt twelve miles away watching from her distance as the two daughters watched from theirs the old demon, the ancient varicose and despairing Faustus fling his final main now with the Creditors hand already on his shoulder, running his little country store now for his bread and meat, haggling tediously over nickels and dimes with rapacious and poverty-stricken whites and negroes, who at one time could have galloped for ten miles in any direction without crossing his own boundary, using out of his meagre stock the cheap ribbons and beads and the stale violently-colored candy with which even an old man can seduce a fifteen-year-old country girl, to ruin the granddaughter o f his partner, this Jones-this gangling malaria-ridden white man whom he had given permission fourteen years ago to squat in the abandoned fishing camp with the year-old grandchild-Jones, partner porter and clerk who at the demons command removed with his own hand (and maybe delivered too) from the showcase the candy beads and ribbons, measured the very cloth from which Judith (who had not been bereaved and did not mourn) helped the granddaughter to fashion a dress to walk past the lounging men in, the side-looking and the tongues, until her increasing belly taught her embarrassment-or perhaps fear;-Jones who before 61 had not even been allowed to approach the front of the house and who during the next four years got no nearer than the kitchen door and that only when he brought the game and fish and vegetables on which the seducer-to-bes wife and daughter (and Clytie too, the one remaining servant, negro, the one who would forbid him to pass the kitchen door with what he brought) depended on to keep life in them, but who now entered the house itself on the (quite frequent now) afternoons when the demon would suddenly curse the store empty of customers and lock the door and repair to the rear and in the same tone in which he used to address his orderly or even his house servants when he had them (and in which he doubtless ordered Jones to fetch from the showcase the ribbons and beads and candy) direct Jones to fetch the jug, the two of them (and Jones even sitting now who in the old days, the old dead Sunday afternoons of monotonous peace which they spent beneath the scuppernong arbor in the back yard, the demon lying in the hammock while Jones squatted against a post, rising from time to time to pour for the demon from the demijohn and the bucket of spring water which he had fetched from the spring more than a mile away then squatting again, chortling and chuckling and saying `Sho, Mister Tawm each time the demon paused)-the two of them drinking turn and turn about from the jug and the demon not lying down now nor even sitting but reaching after the third or second drink that old mans state of impotent and furious undefeat in which he would rise, swaying and plunging and shouting for his horse and pistols to ride single-handed into Washington and shoot Lincoln (a year or so too late here) and Sherman both, shouting, Kill them! The height is regained at night, when you're laying down. I figure that even the people I manage to lure onto my site from neopets don't even bother to come to this particular page. That means my pointless obsession has actually entertained someone besides me!