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Pay to play/create - 4 word story

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The bass player waited until the rain started. Curious Afgani watches warily, protecting his meat from...don't cut the red thread derailment by Darth. In the name of all that is holy and some that isn't, I need five words to create an illusion that payment was coming, soley based on bottom. And lo! there came the smell of burning and flavor or regret that more didn't join, but then they did. While lamenting the lack of reading comprehension among the masses. Derailed by English teachers who sucked at math and ironically, also comprehension. Counting jestful words ill-conceived. Nonplussed, he moved on counting jestful words ill-conceived he glimpsed sweet oblivion and sang sweet emotion to misty-eyed puppies The puppies smell danger and stand at guard lifting their hind legs to deliver round-house kicks then out of the sky a great voice spoke "Stop Rebecca Black's tour!" But he was instantly reminded it was Friday if Friday is played the new world order will grow and eradicate postulate and then adjudicate, appreciate and then educate while collecting band money the evils of disco. Our hero now knows women spontaneously remove their panties for us men which never caught on like headbands seemed to. Every decade or so, warily our hero crept. He was just not in a state to eat peas porridge hot or to even bathe baby shower that is for sale and forgotten The hero counts his lucky stars he didn't up jump the boogie but he did however instead squat down and carefully removed a willnot. But not a whatnot. Now he can finally blaze like a star. Demi Lovato fans transform. Key$ha fans aim, fire! Fergie farts destroy all. Collaborative DJs arm shield to protect from seagulls and Justin Bieber music. The force fields down. We all stood still everybody's got one, everybody's in welcoming the coming of our new overlord's whose meaty belly glistened. He raised his paw from virgin olive oil. The servants fetched his slippers from the humidor wrapped in longbottom leaf and he lit a shall not pass hoolie. The hero drew his own conclusions from the over abundant volume of red herring flavoured marshmallows from whence thou doth as everyone must know. It's hip to be minding the gap, chap Ok, what's that smell swing like a drunken butterfly in the Aether. That's what she said!, at the company picnic before the rains swept away the incriminating evidence af a hedonistic feast. The sagaciously savvy slueth tried the turkey truffles updated the undulating ungulants. With a devilish grin and a foppish wave, he departed the scene before the cops arrived to rape & pillage as was his want desire and duty, but revealed himself in drag. To a canting priest oblivious of unanticipated inquisitions his sarcastic beaver grinned whilst disseminating false information whilst being inseminated by a lonely truck driver riven with instant regret. The day begins anew funky cold medina time. Participants definitely recognizing that they got more than the bare minimum of wenches, ale and mutton. But, alas, no carrots. Brandishing his trusty broadsword, , no broads in sight, and in dim light, he put it away. No fuzzy flounder here but just over there. Our hero spotted a smelly pink rabid ferret, which he proceeded to violently slice and dice with his electric boogaloo whilst whistling show tunes (which admittedly sounds sexual). And now for something which most definitely isn't for the weak minded. An oompah loompah demonstrating something unfathomable to most left handed petard hoisters
 
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