In the deepest, darkest depths of...
Now it was a cold and windy a day in
Fargo ND. Wind swept through the trees and across the fields. The mighty wind then slammed but one door. It was but one door, but this one door was different from the other doors. For it was the one door, the only door to the
Secret Hide-out not so far from the Fighting Crawfish Arena. So when this one door shut from the wind it cause but one reaction down in the deepest, darkest depths of...
Now as this one reaction spread so frantically from man to man and dog, this one and only one reaction was wonder. This wonder was directed at the only door to get down here, but that wonder also spread to who could be inside the only door to down in the deepest, darkest depths of...
So it is with thoughs of what may be on its way because it shut the only door, the man and man and dog had to decide. They had to decide on who was to go first, and this though of who had to go first was an obvious enough one that it is a wonder anyone even wondered. For it was the one that came second that would be the one who would go first and so it was that
Mikey "Number Two" Denney was to walk up the stairs towards the one and only door to get down in the deepest, darkest depths of...
So with the thought and slight discussion that lead to the one who came second to go first, we were left with a man and a dog along with some Jif. Another thought so certain to arise arouse in the pants of the man. As disturbing as that is, imagined the dog who was to get fat off his Jif and cream. Only the Jif can in the can that was delivered in the deepest, darkest depths of...
As the mans moans grew louder as the Jif that was still chilled from the recent application was growing less and less, the man who came second had already been sent first and was many steps upon his way. It was here he knew, he had decided another of those certain decisions, though he thought it over anyway. He had determined, that going second in Jif line was not a good decision down in the deepest, darkest depths of...
As his illness grew deeper, and his stomach grew tighter, the man who goes second, now sent to go first realized that going second to a dog now going third has left him more ill than he cares to handle, but he has a task at hand this time, not at mouth so he moves closer to the one and only door to go in the deepest, darkest depths of...
He now hears the moans grow louder as his illness grows closer, as the Jif is almost gone, the perfect application by an experienced man left the proper amount to reach ejection and with that it left the man who came second, but already sent first to investigate the one and only door down here, who has grown significantly more ill as his thoughts of going second to a dog now going third, caused him to eject a form of Jif and cream on the stairs in the deepest, darkest depths of...
Now slipping and falling, hitting his head, the poor man who came second, but was sent first to investigate the one and only door down here, became ill to the fact that he had gone second to a dog now going third, causing him to eject a mighty amount of Jif and cream causing him to slip, fall and ultimately decide to just say that it was the wind that hit the door, causing the one and only door down here to shut and it was not
Easy Mac's team, although the plans are being designed to destroy them in the deepest, darkest depths of...
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My Head!
