On a rainy night, an old man came knocking at the doors of a haunted castle.
Three miles away a drop of water fell in the middle of a dry desert.
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On a rainy night, an old man came knocking at the doors of a haunted castle.
Three miles away a drop of water fell in the middle of a dry desert.
The man was a turky hobo that ate chicken poop.
The man, upon hearing the drop of water, scooped up a chunk of chicken poop off the ground and ate it as he opened the gates of the haunted castle.
The haunted castle was filled with chicken poop and dead chickens.
Dung beetles decided to pay the poop a visit and poopnapped them.
The poop hostages unanimously agreed to call up the renowned 19th century poop bandit El Mierda to rescue them from their unhappy fate.
El Mierda heard their call, but, as he swept in to rescue them from the dung beetles, he slipped in the poo and fell down to the ground, where the dung beetles captured him as well!
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On a rainy night, an old man came knocking at the doors of a haunted castle.
Three miles away a drop of water fell in the middle of a dry desert.
The man was a turky hobo that ate chicken poop.
The man, upon hearing the drop of water, scooped up a chunk of chicken poop off the ground and ate it as he opened the gates of the haunted castle.
The haunted castle was filled with chicken poop and dead chickens.
Dung beetles decided to pay the poop a visit and poopnapped them.
The poop hostages unanimously agreed to call up the renowned 19th century poop bandit El Mierda to rescue them from their unhappy fate.
El Mierda heard their call, but, as he swept in to rescue them from the dung beetles, he slipped in the poo and fell down to the ground, where the dung beetles captured him as well!
All of a sudden, the man realized with horror that poop was falling from the ceiling and blocking the doorways.
On a rainy night, an old man came knocking at the doors of a haunted castle.
Three miles away a drop of water fell in the middle of a dry desert.
The man was a turky hobo that ate chicken poop.
The man, upon hearing the drop of water, scooped up a chunk of chicken poop off the ground and ate it as he opened the gates of the haunted castle.
The haunted castle was filled with chicken poop and dead chickens.
Dung beetles decided to pay the poop a visit and poopnapped them.
The poop hostages unanimously agreed to call up the renowned 19th century poop bandit El Mierda to rescue them from their unhappy fate.
El Mierda heard their call, but, as he swept in to rescue them from the dung beetles, he slipped in the poo and fell down to the ground, where the dung beetles captured him as well!
All of a sudden, the man realized with horror that poop was falling from the ceiling and blocking the doorways.
In a paniced state, he ran around, crushing the dung beetles into their stinky doom.
On a rainy night, an old man came knocking at the doors of a haunted castle.
Three miles away a drop of water fell in the middle of a dry desert.
The man was a turky hobo that ate chicken poop.
The man, upon hearing the drop of water, scooped up a chunk of chicken poop off the ground and ate it as he opened the gates of the haunted castle.
The haunted castle was filled with chicken poop and dead chickens.
Dung beetles decided to pay the poop a visit and poopnapped them.
The poop hostages unanimously agreed to call up the renowned 19th century poop bandit El Mierda to rescue them from their unhappy fate.
El Mierda heard their call, but, as he swept in to rescue them from the dung beetles, he slipped in the poo and fell down to the ground, where the dung beetles captured him as well!
All of a sudden, the man realized with horror that poop was falling from the ceiling and blocking the doorways.
In a paniced state, he ran around, crushing the dung beetles into their stinky doom.
Then, the dung beetles formed a hugemongous army and used the poop as balls to throw at the old man.
On a rainy night, an old man came knocking at the doors of a haunted castle.
Three miles away a drop of water fell in the middle of a dry desert.
The man was a turky hobo that ate chicken poop.
The man, upon hearing the drop of water, scooped up a chunk of chicken poop off the ground and ate it as he opened the gates of the haunted castle.
The haunted castle was filled with chicken poop and dead chickens.
Dung beetles decided to pay the poop a visit and poopnapped them.
The poop hostages unanimously agreed to call up the renowned 19th century poop bandit El Mierda to rescue them from their unhappy fate.
El Mierda heard their call, but, as he swept in to rescue them from the dung beetles, he slipped in the poo and fell down to the ground, where the dung beetles captured him as well!
All of a sudden, the man realized with horror that poop was falling from the ceiling and blocking the doorways.
In a paniced state, he ran around, crushing the dung beetles into their stinky doom.
Then, the dung beetles formed a hugemongous army and used the poop as balls to throw at the old man.
The old man got scared and ran away, and all the people laughed at him because he smelled.
On a rainy night, an old man came knocking at the doors of a haunted castle.
Three miles away a drop of water fell in the middle of a dry desert.
The man was a turky hobo that ate chicken poop.
The man, upon hearing the drop of water, scooped up a chunk of chicken poop off the ground and ate it as he opened the gates of the haunted castle.
The haunted castle was filled with chicken poop and dead chickens.
Dung beetles decided to pay the poop a visit and poopnapped them.
The poop hostages unanimously agreed to call up the renowned 19th century poop bandit El Mierda to rescue them from their unhappy fate.
El Mierda heard their call, but, as he swept in to rescue them from the dung beetles, he slipped in the poo and fell down to the ground, where the dung beetles captured him as well!
All of a sudden, the man realized with horror that poop was falling from the ceiling and blocking the doorways.
In a paniced state, he ran around, crushing the dung beetles into their stinky doom.
Then, the dung beetles formed a hugemongous army and used the poop as balls to throw at the old man.
The old man got scared and ran away, and all the people laughed at him because he smelled.
But the fragile old man broke his hip, therefore landing in a pile of poop.
Last edited by Livinginfantasy on Sun Sep 21, 2008 5:26 pm, edited 2 times in total.
On a rainy night, an old man came knocking at the doors of a haunted castle.
Three miles away a drop of water fell in the middle of a dry desert.
The man was a turky hobo that ate chicken poop.
The man, upon hearing the drop of water, scooped up a chunk of chicken poop off the ground and ate it as he opened the gates of the haunted castle.
The haunted castle was filled with chicken poop and dead chickens.
Dung beetles decided to pay the poop a visit and poopnapped them.
The poop hostages unanimously agreed to call up the renowned 19th century poop bandit El Mierda to rescue them from their unhappy fate.
El Mierda heard their call, but, as he swept in to rescue them from the dung beetles, he slipped in the poo and fell down to the ground, where the dung beetles captured him as well!
All of a sudden, the man realized with horror that poop was falling from the ceiling and blocking the doorways.
In a paniced state, he ran around, crushing the dung beetles into their stinky doom.
Then, the dung beetles formed a hugemongous army and used the poop as balls to throw at the old man.
The old man got scared and ran away, and all the people laughed at him because he smelled.
But the fragile old man broke his hip, therefore landing in a plie of poop.
Then the old man began to think why this he was obsessed in poop in the first place.
-- Who is not Insane one man ask, the answer being a fool. Are you Insane the same man asks, - "Oh yes!. The Mad Hatter being saner!"
On a rainy night, an old man came knocking at the doors of a haunted castle.
Three miles away a drop of water fell in the middle of a dry desert.
The man was a turky hobo that ate chicken poop.
The man, upon hearing the drop of water, scooped up a chunk of chicken poop off the ground and ate it as he opened the gates of the haunted castle.
The haunted castle was filled with chicken poop and dead chickens.
Dung beetles decided to pay the poop a visit and poopnapped them.
The poop hostages unanimously agreed to call up the renowned 19th century poop bandit El Mierda to rescue them from their unhappy fate.
El Mierda heard their call, but, as he swept in to rescue them from the dung beetles, he slipped in the poo and fell down to the ground, where the dung beetles captured him as well!
All of a sudden, the man realized with horror that poop was falling from the ceiling and blocking the doorways.
In a paniced state, he ran around, crushing the dung beetles into their stinky doom.
Then, the dung beetles formed a hugemongous army and used the poop as balls to throw at the old man.
The old man got scared and ran away, and all the people laughed at him because he smelled.
But the fragile old man broke his hip, therefore landing in a plie of poop.
Then the old man began to think why this he was obsessed in poop in the first place.
He thought this while eating the poop he had landed in.
So stadig loop ons deur die pers Jakarandas wat val,die bome word kaal Pa staar na die beeld van Botha wat reis op sy perd,Hy wonder was bloed soveel werd.Soveel jare dra hy aan die naam van 'n plek,Soveel jare moet ons nou laat gaan,Is die naam dan so erg,so bitter en sleg?Hoekom gooi jul dit weg?