I was fishing a Schindleria praematurus out

I was fishing a Schindleria praematurus out of my Tormato soup when I noticed someone had stolen my "Don't Kill the Whales" sign. After a long distance runaround with the local
roundabout, I focused my Siberian khatru and found a starship trooper, who was chasing an astral traveller, a UFO arriving on the silent wings of freedom. Onward
into the depths of the galaxy. I must catch the starship trooper before he steals the axe. The blacksmith can't make another one, because my sister isn't a virgin anymore. Squawker
-s ascended in his cute li'l space suit to kill axe thief Jean Dubois, and I got my money back from the locksmith who built my sister a faulty chastity belt. Squawkers judo chopped
the air with his titanium coated wing to really give the axe thief Jean Dubois a look at what could happen to him if he engaged in this so called "funny business." I saw Squawkers
Squawkers was doing his usual, which always seemed to include the funny business, that being an axe thief led me to.
This was a bus I met that bum on ten years ago.
Yes, those were the days. Bus number 1739 usually handled route 18 a decade ago, when I was more the bum and he was more respectable. And here it and he were again, refurbished but
still respectable PCs. Sure, my disk drive is floppy, but I use up less energy. My memory is only 64 bytes, but you can't run anything more demanding than pac-man on me anyways
Who needs DVDs, 3D games, HD, Wifi internet and wireless shit? Really no one I rather live by the river with no clothes, staring at birds, climbing trees, eating grass, that's life

Started: 2013-08-14 18:57:28
Finished: 2016-02-10 14:40:12

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