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« Reply #30 on: February 11, 2019, 06:02:54 AM »

I  was looking... .quirky, imaginary friend ... .toiletless, with a Venus flytrap... .brightly glowed red... .unfurl wings... .the face of Nicolas Cage... .feeling very unnecessary... .the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion... .really quite bizarre... .

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills ... .
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« Reply #31 on: February 13, 2019, 09:44:42 AM »

I  was looking... .quirky, imaginary friend ... .toiletless, with a Venus flytrap... .brightly glowed red... .unfurl wings... .the face of Nicolas Cage... .feeling very unnecessary... .the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion... .really quite bizarre... .

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills ... .I've got Catskills
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« Reply #32 on: February 19, 2019, 06:48:42 AM »

"I've got Catskills"   freespirit

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends.... .
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« Reply #33 on: February 19, 2019, 07:01:34 AM »

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by... .

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« Reply #34 on: March 03, 2019, 09:23:08 AM »

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by the fascinating Catopedia
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« Reply #35 on: March 05, 2019, 08:00:14 AM »

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by the fascinating Catopedia, a Broadway musical....
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« Reply #36 on: March 05, 2019, 11:15:12 AM »

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by the fascinating Catopedia, a Broadway musical starring the fabulous...
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« Reply #37 on: March 08, 2019, 12:45:40 AM »

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by the fascinating Catopedia, a Broadway musical starring the fabulous Catania the Great...
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« Reply #38 on: March 08, 2019, 07:23:44 AM »

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by the fascinating Catopedia, a Broadway musical starring the fabulous Catania the Great most famous for...
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« Reply #39 on: March 09, 2019, 03:17:26 AM »

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by the fascinating Catopedia, a Broadway musical starring the fabulous Catania the Great. Most famous for cultivating bumfuzzle during...
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« Reply #40 on: March 09, 2019, 06:44:56 AM »

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by the fascinating Catopedia, a Broadway musical starring the fabulous Catania the Great. Most famous for cultivating bumfuzzle during the beagle's breakfast...
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« Reply #41 on: March 09, 2019, 10:42:17 AM »

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by the fascinating Catopedia, a Broadway musical starring the fabulous Catania the Great. Most famous for cultivating bumfuzzle during the beagle's breakfast which resulted in...
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« Reply #42 on: March 09, 2019, 11:27:48 AM »

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by the fascinating Catopedia, a Broadway musical starring the fabulous Catania the Great. Most famous for cultivating bumfuzzle during the beagle's breakfast which resulted in The Spanish Inquisition.
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« Reply #43 on: March 09, 2019, 04:41:46 PM »

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by the fascinating Catopedia, a Broadway musical starring the fabulous Catania the Great. Most famous for cultivating bumfuzzle during the beagle's breakfast which resulted in The Spanish Inquisition no one expected.
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« Reply #44 on: March 12, 2019, 12:59:19 PM »

I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by the fascinating Catopedia, a Broadway musical starring the fabulous Catania the Great. Most famous for cultivating bumfuzzle during the beagle's breakfast which resulted in The Spanish Inquisition, that no one expected. Which involves donkeys...
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I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by the fascinating Catopedia, a Broadway musical starring the fabulous Catania the Great. Most famous for cultivating bumfuzzle during the beagle's breakfast which resulted in The Spanish Inquisition, that no one expected. Which involves donkeys, cheese fondue and...

 
 
 
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« Reply #46 on: March 16, 2019, 01:45:20 AM »


I  was looking for a certain employee...

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch...

I was feeling very unnecessary...

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly...

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by the fascinating Catopedia, a Broadway musical starring the fabulous Catania the Great. Most famous for cultivating bumfuzzle during the beagle's breakfast which resulted in The Spanish Inquisition, that no one expected. Which involves donkeys, cheese fondue and one toddler.  None
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« Reply #47 on: March 16, 2019, 12:10:48 PM »

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I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by the fascinating Catopedia, a Broadway musical starring the fabulous Catania the Great. Most famous for cultivating bumfuzzle during the beagle's breakfast which resulted in The Spanish Inquisition, that no one expected. Which involves donkeys, cheese fondue and one toddler. None of which could...
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« Reply #48 on: March 20, 2019, 03:21:33 PM »

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I  was looking for a certain employee. She has a beautiful brown apron, with four large pockets and she resembles my slightly quirky, imaginary friend who flies. She showed me a trapdoor once that led to the staff lounge. It was eerie, toiletless, with a Venus flytrap in one corner and a single purple chair beside it. I decided to investigate.

Under the chair, there was a switch that brightly glowed red. I decided to flip the switch. To my surprise, once pressed, a change in the Purple chair took place. It started to unfurl wings, piquing the interest of Vunda, my venus flytrap. It might have been my imagination, but I believe I saw the face of Nicolas Cage!

I was feeling very unnecessary. So I went looking, I looked up the parrot squad, who sell parrot-fashion and ninja accessories. Nunchucks, feather extenders, little top hats. I ordered some drinks for my nerves. This story now gets really quite bizarre.

As I left the beagle at home a party began quite unexpectedly. So the cat was under the bed, hogging all the limelight as usual. I got down on my hands and knees to find that the cat was dressed in vinegar and oil. Obviously this was intended to ensure a catalyst for gin drinking cat-o-tonic. "I'm an alcoholic" said the cat, drinking a catnip tonic with lime.

The employee was collecting cats, because as a dog-lover looking for catharsis, she thought they could catapult her to fame, because this was no rehearsal it was the real caterpillar movie. Which ends with the question "To be or to fly to the Catskills". Where are the Catskills . I've got Catskills on the weekends, as demonstrated by the fascinating Catopedia, a Broadway musical starring the fabulous Catania the Great. Most famous for cultivating bumfuzzle during the beagle's breakfast which resulted in The Spanish Inquisition, that no one expected. Which involves donkeys, cheese fondue and one toddler. None of which could arm-wrestle a Panda...
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« Reply #49 on: March 21, 2019, 06:16:58 PM »

Unless the bamboo was laced.
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