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Creature · 2014-02-10 11:20:21

Twice there were applesauce critters on my pants. Two of them jumped onto my shirt and shot a beam of apples. 3 apples to be exact. My friend said they were from the sun. But my friend is a very unintelligent person. But I believe him anyways. I like to make silent edits. I also like this story very screwdriver-like. So I assumed that the pegacorns didn't even realize I was home so I was partying until midnight trying to open a can of inflated pickles from a very old old stegosaurus who said he'd died 15 times. I like dinosaurs. they taste very good. Just like mushroom soup. That is good also. then my grandmother joined the party. My grandma can dance well but suffers from hand-foot-and-mouth disease. But I like my grandma. She is cool but kinda weird. One time she showed me a cool story that started with "Twice there were unicorns.". It seemed to go in an endless loop. but i stopped it. when do-we restart? When we run out of characters. We then all broke into song. Then the world exploded. The end. Or is it? Everyone in this story lived through the explosion because it was only a dream. Then I ate thirty seven bagels and chugged down eighty-three glasses of spray-able cheese. Then I died again. that was very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very overdramatic because I came back to life and ate 47 chicken pizzas. I decided to throw them back up. But I was too hungry to actually eat anything. So I went to Taco Bell but it was closed so I went home and cried, alone in the corner. But then I saw a pizza hut so I went inside and asked if they could hook me up with a saucy slice with savory sausage. The cashier gave me a funny look, but he then broke out in a song, singing "I PUT APPLESAUCE IN MY PANTS. IT WAS SO FUN IT'S THE BEST." But a dog comes and tryed take the applesauce from my pants.

scienceguyz · 2014-02-26 10:18:56

Twice there were applesauce critters on my pants. Two of them jumped onto my shirt and shot a beam of apples. 3 apples to be exact. My friend said they were from the sun. But my friend is a very unintelligent person. But I believe him anyways. I like to make silent edits. I also like this story very screwdriver-like. So I assumed that the pegacorns didn't even realize I was home so I was partying until midnight trying to open a can of inflated pickles from a very old old stegosaurus who said he'd died 15 times. I like dinosaurs. they taste very good. Just like mushroom soup. That is good also. then my grandmother joined the party. My grandma can dance well but suffers from hand-foot-and-mouth disease. But I like my grandma. She is cool but kinda weird. One time she showed me a cool story that started with "Twice there were unicorns.". It seemed to go in an endless loop. but i stopped it. when do-we restart? When we run out of characters. We then all broke into song. Then the world exploded. The end. Or is it? Everyone in this story lived through the explosion because it was only a dream. Then I ate thirty seven bagels and chugged down eighty-three glasses of spray-able cheese. Then I died again. that was very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very overdramatic because I came back to life and ate 47 chicken pizzas. I decided to throw them back up. But I was too hungry to actually eat anything. So I went to Taco Bell but it was closed so I went home and cried, alone in the corner. But then I saw a pizza hut so I went inside and asked if they could hook me up with a saucy slice with savory sausage. The cashier gave me a funny look, but he then broke out in a song, singing "I PUT APPLESAUCE IN MY PANTS. IT WAS SO FUN IT'S THE BEST." But a dog comes and tryed take the applesauce from my pants. Luckily, with great pleasure, I was able

Different55 · 2014-02-26 11:04:37

Twice there were applesauce critters on my pants. Two of them jumped onto my shirt and shot a beam of apples. 3 apples to be exact. My friend said they were from the sun. But my friend is a very unintelligent person. But I believe him anyways. I like to make silent edits. I also like this story very screwdriver-like. So I assumed that the pegacorns didn't even realize I was home so I was partying until midnight trying to open a can of inflated pickles from a very old old stegosaurus who said he'd died 15 times. I like dinosaurs. they taste very good. Just like mushroom soup. That is good also. then my grandmother joined the party. My grandma can dance well but suffers from hand-foot-and-mouth disease. But I like my grandma. She is cool but kinda weird. One time she showed me a cool story that started with "Twice there were unicorns.". It seemed to go in an endless loop. but i stopped it. when do-we restart? When we run out of characters. We then all broke into song. Then the world exploded. The end. Or is it? Everyone in this story lived through the explosion because it was only a dream. Then I ate thirty seven bagels and chugged down eighty-three glasses of spray-able cheese. Then I died again. that was very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very overdramatic because I came back to life and ate 47 chicken pizzas. I decided to throw them back up. But I was too hungry to actually eat anything. So I went to Taco Bell but it was closed so I went home and cried, alone in the corner. But then I saw a pizza hut so I went inside and asked if they could hook me up with a saucy slice with savory sausage. The cashier gave me a funny look, but he then broke out in a song, singing "I PUT APPLESAUCE IN MY PANTS. IT WAS SO FUN IT'S THE BEST." But a dog comes and tryed take the applesauce from my pants. Luckily, with great pleasure, I was able to trade eyeballs with the dog.

scienceguyz · 2014-02-26 11:07:09

Twice there were applesauce critters on my pants. Two of them jumped onto my shirt and shot a beam of apples. 3 apples to be exact. My friend said they were from the sun. But my friend is a very unintelligent person. But I believe him anyways. I like to make silent edits. I also like this story very screwdriver-like. So I assumed that the pegacorns didn't even realize I was home so I was partying until midnight trying to open a can of inflated pickles from a very old old stegosaurus who said he'd died 15 times. I like dinosaurs. they taste very good. Just like mushroom soup. That is good also. then my grandmother joined the party. My grandma can dance well but suffers from hand-foot-and-mouth disease. But I like my grandma. She is cool but kinda weird. One time she showed me a cool story that started with "Twice there were unicorns.". It seemed to go in an endless loop. but i stopped it. when do-we restart? When we run out of characters. We then all broke into song. Then the world exploded. The end. Or is it? Everyone in this story lived through the explosion because it was only a dream. Then I ate thirty seven bagels and chugged down eighty-three glasses of spray-able cheese. Then I died again. that was very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very overdramatic because I came back to life and ate 47 chicken pizzas. I decided to throw them back up. But I was too hungry to actually eat anything. So I went to Taco Bell but it was closed so I went home and cried, alone in the corner. But then I saw a pizza hut so I went inside and asked if they could hook me up with a saucy slice with savory sausage. The cashier gave me a funny look, but he then broke out in a song, singing "I PUT APPLESAUCE IN MY PANTS. IT WAS SO FUN IT'S THE BEST." But a dog comes and tryed take the applesauce from my pants. Luckily, with great pleasure, I was able to trade eyeballs with the dog. And then I traded a nose with

Different55 · 2014-02-26 11:08:05

Twice there were applesauce critters on my pants. Two of them jumped onto my shirt and shot a beam of apples. 3 apples to be exact. My friend said they were from the sun. But my friend is a very unintelligent person. But I believe him anyways. I like to make silent edits. I also like this story very screwdriver-like. So I assumed that the pegacorns didn't even realize I was home so I was partying until midnight trying to open a can of inflated pickles from a very old old stegosaurus who said he'd died 15 times. I like dinosaurs. they taste very good. Just like mushroom soup. That is good also. then my grandmother joined the party. My grandma can dance well but suffers from hand-foot-and-mouth disease. But I like my grandma. She is cool but kinda weird. One time she showed me a cool story that started with "Twice there were unicorns.". It seemed to go in an endless loop. but i stopped it. when do-we restart? When we run out of characters. We then all broke into song. Then the world exploded. The end. Or is it? Everyone in this story lived through the explosion because it was only a dream. Then I ate thirty seven bagels and chugged down eighty-three glasses of spray-able cheese. Then I died again. that was very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very overdramatic because I came back to life and ate 47 chicken pizzas. I decided to throw them back up. But I was too hungry to actually eat anything. So I went to Taco Bell but it was closed so I went home and cried, alone in the corner. But then I saw a pizza hut so I went inside and asked if they could hook me up with a saucy slice with savory sausage. The cashier gave me a funny look, but he then broke out in a song, singing "I PUT APPLESAUCE IN MY PANTS. IT WAS SO FUN IT'S THE BEST." But a dog comes and tryed take the applesauce from my pants. Luckily, with great pleasure, I was able to trade eyeballs with the dog. And then I traded a nose with my local policeman, after which we consumed vast quantities of

scienceguyz · 2014-02-26 11:19:15

Twice there were applesauce critters on my pants. Two of them jumped onto my shirt and shot a beam of apples. 3 apples to be exact. My friend said they were from the sun. But my friend is a very unintelligent person. But I believe him anyways. I like to make silent edits. I also like this story very screwdriver-like. So I assumed that the pegacorns didn't even realize I was home so I was partying until midnight trying to open a can of inflated pickles from a very old old stegosaurus who said he'd died 15 times. I like dinosaurs. they taste very good. Just like mushroom soup. That is good also. then my grandmother joined the party. My grandma can dance well but suffers from hand-foot-and-mouth disease. But I like my grandma. She is cool but kinda weird. One time she showed me a cool story that started with "Twice there were unicorns.". It seemed to go in an endless loop. but i stopped it. when do-we restart? When we run out of characters. We then all broke into song. Then the world exploded. The end. Or is it? Everyone in this story lived through the explosion because it was only a dream. Then I ate thirty seven bagels and chugged down eighty-three glasses of spray-able cheese. Then I died again. that was very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very overdramatic because I came back to life and ate 47 chicken pizzas. I decided to throw them back up. But I was too hungry to actually eat anything. So I went to Taco Bell but it was closed so I went home and cried, alone in the corner. But then I saw a pizza hut so I went inside and asked if they could hook me up with a saucy slice with savory sausage. The cashier gave me a funny look, but he then broke out in a song, singing "I PUT APPLESAUCE IN MY PANTS. IT WAS SO FUN IT'S THE BEST." But a dog comes and tryed take the applesauce from my pants. Luckily, with great pleasure, I was able to trade eyeballs with the dog. And then I traded a nose with my local policeman, after which we consumed vast quantities of green gelatinous ice cream from the planet

Different55 · 2014-02-26 11:21:02

Twice there were applesauce critters on my pants. Two of them jumped onto my shirt and shot a beam of apples. 3 apples to be exact. My friend said they were from the sun. But my friend is a very unintelligent person. But I believe him anyways. I like to make silent edits. I also like this story very screwdriver-like. So I assumed that the pegacorns didn't even realize I was home so I was partying until midnight trying to open a can of inflated pickles from a very old old stegosaurus who said he'd died 15 times. I like dinosaurs. they taste very good. Just like mushroom soup. That is good also. then my grandmother joined the party. My grandma can dance well but suffers from hand-foot-and-mouth disease. But I like my grandma. She is cool but kinda weird. One time she showed me a cool story that started with "Twice there were unicorns.". It seemed to go in an endless loop. but i stopped it. when do-we restart? When we run out of characters. We then all broke into song. Then the world exploded. The end. Or is it? Everyone in this story lived through the explosion because it was only a dream. Then I ate thirty seven bagels and chugged down eighty-three glasses of spray-able cheese. Then I died again. that was very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very overdramatic because I came back to life and ate 47 chicken pizzas. I decided to throw them back up. But I was too hungry to actually eat anything. So I went to Taco Bell but it was closed so I went home and cried, alone in the corner. But then I saw a pizza hut so I went inside and asked if they could hook me up with a saucy slice with savory sausage. The cashier gave me a funny look, but he then broke out in a song, singing "I PUT APPLESAUCE IN MY PANTS. IT WAS SO FUN IT'S THE BEST." But a dog comes and tryed take the applesauce from my pants. Luckily, with great pleasure, I was able to trade eyeballs with the dog. And then I traded a nose with my local policeman, after which we consumed vast quantities of green gelatinous ice cream from the planet Raxicoricofalipitorius. After our brains were thoroughly frozen, I abandoned him in order to

scienceguyz · 2014-02-26 11:24:30

Twice there were applesauce critters on my pants. Two of them jumped onto my shirt and shot a beam of apples. 3 apples to be exact. My friend said they were from the sun. But my friend is a very unintelligent person. But I believe him anyways. I like to make silent edits. I also like this story very screwdriver-like. So I assumed that the pegacorns didn't even realize I was home so I was partying until midnight trying to open a can of inflated pickles from a very old old stegosaurus who said he'd died 15 times. I like dinosaurs. they taste very good. Just like mushroom soup. That is good also. then my grandmother joined the party. My grandma can dance well but suffers from hand-foot-and-mouth disease. But I like my grandma. She is cool but kinda weird. One time she showed me a cool story that started with "Twice there were unicorns.". It seemed to go in an endless loop. but i stopped it. when do-we restart? When we run out of characters. We then all broke into song. Then the world exploded. The end. Or is it? Everyone in this story lived through the explosion because it was only a dream. Then I ate thirty seven bagels and chugged down eighty-three glasses of spray-able cheese. Then I died again. that was very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very overdramatic because I came back to life and ate 47 chicken pizzas. I decided to throw them back up. But I was too hungry to actually eat anything. So I went to Taco Bell but it was closed so I went home and cried, alone in the corner. But then I saw a pizza hut so I went inside and asked if they could hook me up with a saucy slice with savory sausage. The cashier gave me a funny look, but he then broke out in a song, singing "I PUT APPLESAUCE IN MY PANTS. IT WAS SO FUN IT'S THE BEST." But a dog comes and tryed take the applesauce from my pants. Luckily, with great pleasure, I was able to trade eyeballs with the dog. And then I traded a nose with my local policeman, after which we consumed vast quantities of green gelatinous ice cream from the planet Raxicoricofalipitorius. After our brains were thoroughly frozen, I abandoned him in order to teach Different55 how to count to seven.

Different55 · 2014-02-26 11:28:31

Twice there were applesauce critters on my pants. Two of them jumped onto my shirt and shot a beam of apples. 3 apples to be exact. My friend said they were from the sun. But my friend is a very unintelligent person. But I believe him anyways. I like to make silent edits. I also like this story very screwdriver-like. So I assumed that the pegacorns didn't even realize I was home so I was partying until midnight trying to open a can of inflated pickles from a very old old stegosaurus who said he'd died 15 times. I like dinosaurs. they taste very good. Just like mushroom soup. That is good also. then my grandmother joined the party. My grandma can dance well but suffers from hand-foot-and-mouth disease. But I like my grandma. She is cool but kinda weird. One time she showed me a cool story that started with "Twice there were unicorns.". It seemed to go in an endless loop. but i stopped it. when do-we restart? When we run out of characters. We then all broke into song. Then the world exploded. The end. Or is it? Everyone in this story lived through the explosion because it was only a dream. Then I ate thirty seven bagels and chugged down eighty-three glasses of spray-able cheese. Then I died again. that was very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very overdramatic because I came back to life and ate 47 chicken pizzas. I decided to throw them back up. But I was too hungry to actually eat anything. So I went to Taco Bell but it was closed so I went home and cried, alone in the corner. But then I saw a pizza hut so I went inside and asked if they could hook me up with a saucy slice with savory sausage. The cashier gave me a funny look, but he then broke out in a song, singing "I PUT APPLESAUCE IN MY PANTS. IT WAS SO FUN IT'S THE BEST." But a dog comes and tryed take the applesauce from my pants. Luckily, with great pleasure, I was able to trade eyeballs with the dog. And then I traded a nose with my local policeman, after which we consumed vast quantities of green gelatinous ice cream from the planet Raxicoricofalipitorius. After our brains were thoroughly frozen, I abandoned him in order to teach Different55 how to count to seven. Unfortunately, we were interrupted by a large ogrenugget falling from

scienceguyz · 2014-02-26 11:32:01

Twice there were applesauce critters on my pants. Two of them jumped onto my shirt and shot a beam of apples. 3 apples to be exact. My friend said they were from the sun. But my friend is a very unintelligent person. But I believe him anyways. I like to make silent edits. I also like this story very screwdriver-like. So I assumed that the pegacorns didn't even realize I was home so I was partying until midnight trying to open a can of inflated pickles from a very old old stegosaurus who said he'd died 15 times. I like dinosaurs. they taste very good. Just like mushroom soup. That is good also. then my grandmother joined the party. My grandma can dance well but suffers from hand-foot-and-mouth disease. But I like my grandma. She is cool but kinda weird. One time she showed me a cool story that started with "Twice there were unicorns.". It seemed to go in an endless loop. but i stopped it. when do-we restart? When we run out of characters. We then all broke into song. Then the world exploded. The end. Or is it? Everyone in this story lived through the explosion because it was only a dream. Then I ate thirty seven bagels and chugged down eighty-three glasses of spray-able cheese. Then I died again. that was very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very overdramatic because I came back to life and ate 47 chicken pizzas. I decided to throw them back up. But I was too hungry to actually eat anything. So I went to Taco Bell but it was closed so I went home and cried, alone in the corner. But then I saw a pizza hut so I went inside and asked if they could hook me up with a saucy slice with savory sausage. The cashier gave me a funny look, but he then broke out in a song, singing "I PUT APPLESAUCE IN MY PANTS. IT WAS SO FUN IT'S THE BEST." But a dog comes and tryed take the applesauce from my pants. Luckily, with great pleasure, I was able to trade eyeballs with the dog. And then I traded a nose with my local policeman, after which we consumed vast quantities of green gelatinous ice cream from the planet Raxicoricofalipitorius. After our brains were thoroughly frozen, I abandoned him in order to teach Different55 how to count to seven. Unfortunately, we were interrupted by a large ogrenugget falling from the center of raxacoricofallapatorius because of the

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