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• The Word Game - I suffer crap whilst I explore ubiquitous jellybeans jumping within the yellow submarine. We seriously need cardboard computers significantly faster than the hampster jumping competitions formerly held near wondrous cascades of fiery lava in Zimbabwe. However, when green puppies collide above Mars descending weakly from the spacecraft, turnips frequently disgust reptilian felines indiscriminately unless there are hyperventilating knights of Ni-ght present. Actually fluffernutter chews jellybeans which taste as appalling and orgasmic as capitulating frogs. Scythes arrogantly etymologise the rabble-rousing while words terraform brie celestial beings, and permeate anything Swiss made. LLanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch transcends words like pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis and supercalifragilisticexpealadocious, but honorificabilitudinitatibus is numerologically significant unless Zoroastrian antidisestablishmentarianisms vacate quintessential elements of narcoleptic prions infecting turtles tongues incessantly, while psychotropic drugs swirl in your nose. When Irish expatriates barf Methylenedioxy harshly, crossdressing paradoxically becomes anthropologically distinguished from cheeze eaters in psychoneurotic obsessed metastasis.
• The Word Game Pt. 02 - Noodles ate me convivially while rejoicing heartily within the closet megasporangium infested shoes, despite oligopsony within poinsettia leaves. Escutcheons smell putrid fish, knobkerries thwap limeys with circumambient hijras. While snowmen psychotically sent decemvirates spewing decimated decimals diachronically motivated to perpetuity, elves waited patiently singing ramgunshoch canticles and Christmas lullabies to primative logorrhoeic frogs. Owls copulate frenetically against plastic spoons, metempsychoses suck spastically on sausages and bend spoons at edriophthalmic angles singing loudly about penguins. Dragons fly somewhat squamously into baroque forests while they flummoxed my mighty ears which glow whenever hogs cavort sensously, unless obtuse hobbits circumnavigate grotesque slices of mouldy, greasy boulders atop majestic zyzzyvas.
• The Word Game Pt. 03 - Antedeluvianprelapsitarianism, noctivagant and Furby scholars masticate triquetral marrow pate; eschewing nothing whilst fondling creamy ratiocinative globules crawling, radioactively, toward epistemological positrons while earthquakes rend glacial days. Gondoliers float aimlessly until, suddenly, celestial misunderstandings appear below thousands and thousands of penguins. Nobody yodels louder about bare bears than any beer-intoxicated sheep stumbling across sensual maidens circumnavigating the pie crust. Verbose natter floats gleefully as editors drink from the bounteous fountains of inspiration. Effluent afflicting suburbia never coalesces smoothly against the shoreline where angular teeth gnaw fervently, ardent floss hurts protruding from the long hundredth incarnation of void.
• The Word Game Pt. 04 - Bingo during furious lovemaking tends to result in very painful yet promising experiences for both parties. Salesmen sniff and shuffle dough reminiscing about undead indebted gerbils with supernacular, high-falutin' father-in-laws who fumble conducting ergonomic aerobics whilst giggling. Scrumptious poikiloterms spew Doritos across from Microsoft's hail-fellow-well-met assimilating waooowls while they sink nails into rotten piles of invertebrates. Pugilistic heaps of pungent cactus battle boisterous batallions of stallions that spit flaming mucus upon medallions emblazoned with spaghetti and marsupials. Newfoundlanders stuff pairs of nosehairs into vats because traditional particles can't possibly clone wanton piglets, unless aforementioned fluids gush fluidly.
• The Word Game Pt. 05 - Hungarian hotdogs have obsessive amounts of arsenic, cyanide and cyclamates embedded within delightfully pugnacious intestinal membranes in boustrophedonically measured syntax error resonating chords. Microsoft snubs legitimate hairs sometimes, thinking lawyers had unscrupulously touched upon incredulous pairs of stairs that swirls violently within a labyrinthine construct derived almost entirely from donuts. Euphoria begins inauspiciously under conditions only mustelids seem to dismask during mating rituals and when drastic editors disrobe, revealing squishy ponderings developed by addled octopi. Radical forensics elongates the troubleshooting period of multidimensional litigation. However, Slartibardfast tripped cheerfully over piles of foul rabbits, babbling mongeese, posturing for absurd postcards.
• The Word Game Pt. 06 - Somewhere beneath Orwellian elanguesence there resides three monstrous pillows of goosepimples. Blarg ain't an obtrusive or annoying person, but qualifies as quite disgustingly the lamest, most vivisepulchral antediluvian thing know to humanity and my sister. 42 red carpets embellish the disembowelled owl that urinated on coriander while luzers fiddled frenetically. Cleistogamous orchids blush intensively when sunlight comes closer than lasers reach. Nevertheless, moonbeams dance erratically emanating quaquaversal penumbras amidst quatraines and other amphibious monsters spewing poetry venemous to whomever that winces while flatulating thunderously. Oenophiles masticate macerated breads consisting partially of genetically grown chum scattered haphazardly over happy revelers singing folk quaternions throughout the ODP fora.
• The Word Game Pt. 07 - When you look through looking-glasses and smile prodigiously at skrenta, you experience nirvana during summertime. Turducken has gradually decomposed as crose decided that microbiological warfare intermittently propagates woeful creation myths. Pterodactyls aimlessly swim underneath ciaran's murky piles strewn effortlessly around anthropomorphic regions of impenetrable fog, which is approximately 3.141592653589793238462643383279502884197169 99375105820974944592307816406286208998628034 82534211706798214808651328230664709384460955 05822317253594081284811174502841027019385211 05559644622948954930381964428810975665933446 12847564823378678316527120190914564856692346 03486104543266482133936072602491412737245870 06606315588174881520920962829254091715364367 89259036001133053054882046652138414695194151 16094330572703657595919530921861173819326117 93105118548074462379962749567351885752724891 22793818301194912983367336244065664308602139 49463952247371907021798609437027705392171762 93176752384674818467669405132000568127145263 56082778577134275778960917363717872146844090 12249534301465495853710507922796892589235420 19956112129021960864034418159813629774771309 96051870721134999999837297804995105973173281 60963185950244594553469083026425223082533446 85035261931188171010003137838752886587533208 38142061717766914730359825349042875546873115 95628638823537875937519577818577805321712268 0661300192787661119590921642019 miles from south heaven, Florida and the centre of Pluto. Mammoth sized phalanges protrude unwavering from newwave's carburetor, whilst maniacal metas mutter conspiratorially, complaining gratuitously about hyperactive hackers in his coffee. Life sucks, said the wise fool while vigorously making whoopee under a plastic pool-table lamp. Nothing feels worse than dried vermiculite stuck in warm veins with nodules and blue arrows piercing fingernails. Until Tuesday, all editors unite individually packaged into neat tiny innertubes of spamlike piles of sawdust.
• The Word Game Pt. 08 - Magnific speeches held by Roman sheep asking why rhetoricians always pontificate sometimes with panache are accepted unequivocally as factual initial protests concerning futile issues that fish around the smelly residue which descend on aquamarine waters. Thank Liberace for squidlike appendages and inflammatory notes found only in totally uninhibited travels inside bucolic pastures irrevocably addled. Once upon a naked editor, there is always the obvious desire for monkey meat processed, curdled within crude cisterns hidden by lush bromeliads and crusty fried goobers sitting patiently amidst flattened cheeze. Exotic peanuts, boiled furiously while unsatisfied democrats whine between potty training interns with Cocacola's finances, period.
• The Word Game Pt. 09 - Baskets really do hold vast elephants named Penelope. Sometimes candy corn vibrates unexpectedly loudly whilst inextricably jumping up and whirling sputum in great quantities previously freeze-dried. When music soothes wild editors they achieve stasis protruding uncomfortably from their hideous stationwagons. Thus rpfuller said, ignoring everybody who may object, "What the nonplussed theologians excrete belongs categorically to me, not", implying, explicitly, multitudinous contradictions denying warthogs parentage. Go. Pedestrianism exercises firm buttocks while nibbling enthusiastically on oversized feet fungus. Artificial penguins taste exactly like crustaceans dipped in embalming fluid except when they use tandoori to exfoliate between their toes. Meanwhile, back at isla, we participated immoderately during euphemistic alternatives.
• The Word Game Pt. 10 - Sticky bits of wolfhounds flew across the firmament followed swiftly by predatory dinosaurs singing contemporary chants exuberantly while peeling beans. Elvis gyrated fabaceously whilst dancing chorea slowly ate through puffy mountain goat treats. Interment arrives unexpectedly for evil mutant ninja chimpanzees who slide wistfully down brass spiked waterfalls. Spendthrift exceeds secular existentialists. Vulgarian beggars disdain almost nothing except green Martian salad forks. The bookmarklet which swollen rivers navigate through unerringly despite surreptitious, malicious trout slapping gleefully amongst George of Arabia's webbrowsers. Jupiter mangled many monsters because they said, "neep" vociferously, bodaciously, 'noften! Whimsical wittiness was wasted while watching wabbit warmers without wool.
• The Word Game Pt. 11 - Oh Canada, mounties unite escorts gleefully prance slower than molasses mixed with inivisible dmoz staff. Frogs joyously construct origami flippantly thrown throughout hazy pink pastures full of raucous salamanders skittering across boiling cauldrons of jello. Canoodling hardly provides ample sustenance. Sumptuary sentences splatter within restrictive gaberdines which Bulgarian workers tear willy-nilly into before consuming nauseating nibbles near Not. Numb thumbs thrash through tiny baskets brandishing curiously carved cantelopes' corns cantilevered cuttingly along bisecting paths perpendicular with pinkies brain. Desideratum devoid of obvious desires simply deviates amongst jumbled dingbats dithering precariously around deliciously effervescent effluvium emanating expansively enerjetic elegance evaporating everyone.
• The Word Game Pt. 12 - Zany zealots often gesticulate grumpily, guaranteeing gargantuan growths, protruding pertly pointing perpetually poignant pottery and paper-mache westward, where wild, wangling scramps stay sedately subservient subliminally sonorous and silly spiders, searching high wires, during sandstorms sonorous. Reluctant camels cling carefully to tortured tortises; throughout the tenuous trek, tenderly cradling knitted neodymium, such stupidity simply qualifies such funny frivolous frolics for forty fortnights 'fees! Robotic rats rant randomly, rarely risking rotten ruminations regarding riparian rutabagas regurgitating raucous, really rancid reptillian roe. To describe despicable deperados denies desperatley deprived debutantes dandy demagogues; dowagers diligently dowdy, despair deeply despite dull diatribes; diapers dumbly dumped devastation. If iguanas ignore illicitly iodized imbeciles, is it ignorant inanity? Why would witless wildflowers wilt when wizards' wands waver? Exchange everything, edit even erratic entries.
• The Word Game Pt. 13 - Little boxes, scramped pressed flowers, daylillies, pansies - why? Dead. Fish friendly folks fiddling for fnords fluttering fatuously frequently feign fastidious flatulent fillies. Bus boys begrudge busgirls, but believe both behave badly before being belittled by bosses. We the wee theatrical Weenies whimsically whisper wobbingly while waiting wistfully when weather permits. Every evangelist expires. Sexual healing was practically impossible before beavers demonstrated how to beave; hence beaving busily became synonymous with wishful wondering wantons. Traditionally, theatres cannot burrow; gophers gainfully glean dramatic derision from a tiny toddler. Kaleidoscopic katydids kill anything pallid. Hairspray stinks. Sea horses hove horrendous hairdos. Wolfhounds prance like ballerinas while attempting another seemingly impossible crossword conundrum. Dachshunds cavort circumjacent completely crazily.
• The Word Game Pt. 14 - Snapping turtles telepathically lull themselves upside down while crusty turkeys don't. Otherwise, sparkles, bangles, and marshmallows emit radiation therapy during lulling. Transcendental aliens sniff psychedelic marijuana wallpaper while editors prefer velvety toupees. Pretzels spread yellow jell-o inefficiently. Once smitten beachballs ache for solitary love, penguins, and Wal-Mart, also umbrellas. Blargness happens entropicly. Sentences commute traceless realities beyond comprehension. Sailors wear durable, elastic condoms while dancing the mambo to relieve headaches. Explosives, whether big or wee, infuriate fish because they constantly defy the theory propagated by polar seismology experts. The donkey lunged randomly toward frito's scrawny thumb but bit only me.
• The Word Game Pt. 15 - Dogma restrictions cramp catma suggestions perpetually recursive, huh? Supposedly, teeth can chew tootsie rolls twice as fast as your feline. When cucumbers unite posthumously, you don't have cows waiting to spurt purple penguins. The hacking of defenseless poodles causes underwear to glitter. Yet when preposterous suggestions create laughter, editors often don't think of implicating aliens and midgets simultaneously. Punks inadvertently run sideways in sandals woven from aardvark intestinal remains. Platonic affection usually results when amoebas ingest antlers backwards. Guernsey has guava in guano which emits grotesque odors. Not withstanding butterflies never cogitate delicately even is copulating. On every page and bookmark, tenacious duplicates fill jumbled edits.
• The Word Game Pt. 16 - Birthday suits are not proper attire if worn outdoors. However, nudity can spawn argumentative confrontations about checkered pasts when the planetary alignment indicates Venus left orbit because it removes layers of stardust. Inhibitions may cause giddy feelings during drunken sex-play but enhance frigid responses otherwise. Don't tickle toes while eating! Alternatively, do tickle tummies gently while canoodling silently. This thread excites unabashed wordsmithery, abundantly entertaining those hapless editors who delete fallacious but factious listings which enhance appropriately named cats and dignified editors. Except newwave, who doesn't give any automobile engines catalytic converters which cause emasculate inadvertently rather ubiquitously.
• The Word Game Pt. 17 - Tomorrow is the lease emotional word because it usually has mundane implications, such as chores and impossible weather except for the wonderful wimps who define days to frolic. Whenever ffabris feels metas will cooperate with further toe-tickling, adventures of jubilant partying, rain will stop. The exorcism kills free expression anytime the exorcist falls in pieces on account of rain. Together we undulate underneath the forces from benevolent gods. Precarious hedgehogs dance barefooted and fall from slippery rocks. Dubbing grunts carelessly cut by rutting pieces of cartwheel wood. Cookies are stale gifts, especially before the last hasky hunk meets liberally opinioned conservatives. Furthermore, nothing happened.
• The Word Game Pt. 18 - Voting in Florida was hardly a demonstration of random mob thinking they could fool nary a Democrat with their gold digging ways. However, kismet offers some flippant, transcendent piece of hypocritical faithless nescience. Alas, I hypothetically made love without knowing what nefarious person might be contemplating. Quoting Nietzsche without realising repercussions nullifies common sense ideas. Customarily I ridicule schizophreniacs like the guy in PCWorld who thought space astronomers were actually aardvarks. Naevi simulation desensitizes nostrils. Holiday brochures shred whereas daily newspapers hold their thread regardless of moronic drug-dealers who intensify racist clothing by embroidering Dzhopa on every non-Dzhopan's T-shirt.
• The Word Game Pt. 19 - Celebrities concur about fascist pigs specializing in self-referential dogmatic theory. Squeashmish camels deny taking another arduous journey over barren wasteland. Complex sentences sentence involve grandmothers validating official councils deliberating while sleeping. Entrepreneurs enter insane projections in investment schemes throughout historic presentations. Realpolitiking chickens don?t philander wisely, however they relinquish all x-rated roosters libidinously squelching yearlings. Champagne often brings hope when dreams rotate clockwise in contradiction to common practices. Crusty crustaceans crush croutons crudely causing casual caustic conflagrations considered flirtatious by zebras. Oblivious omnivores opt only occasionally obvious, otherwise octagonal occultists ooze opalescent obnubilate ocarinas.
• The Word Game Pt. 20 - Researchers rantrecursively rather religiously, relegating resilient reindeer repeatedly repiano, reminiscent and repellent. Quixotic quotations quiped quintessential quadrangular quadraphonic quatrains quickly. Reversible ricrac retain ricochets reprehensibly revolving repeatedly, reflecting rays randomly. The tapioca tasted thallic, therefore theocratical tortoises taunt tepid tasteless tarantulas till they tangle terminally. Henceforth, hairy hippos have heavy high-heeled hooves hovering honorably, hoarding humongous, humble hummingbirds. Editors expect alliteration evermore. Norwegians never ever enunciate their preliminary hemorrhoid questions unless darn penguins defecate dumping colossal piles of obnoxious opinionated onions. Outspoken stepchildren say scurrilous synonyms without sarcasm, suggesting serious psychosomatic cyclic schizophrenic symptoms synonymous with spiteful satyrs.
• The Word Game Pt. 21 - Wandering eyes say mysterious poetic lies spun within harmonious tales of relationships interwoven maliciously amidst singing heartstrings. Benevolent matadors tease bullish fans rudely. Antidisestablishmentarianism is unsuitable, yet popular among intellectual and purple giraffes. Embedded editors edit elfish Egyptian eloquently, easing slowly eradicating each erroneous raccoon with nuclear nutmeg while escaping mummies intent on foul play. Euphonious epithets epitomize eclectic eagles escaping euthanasia eternally. Chocolate conglomerates consume multiple multinational microscopic morsels simultaneously. Pretzels are responsible for catastrophic choking crimson curmudgeons causing presidents' wives to forego liposuction. Saturday seems like, well, a day. Sunday, however, often placates those weekday ogres which never wash.
• The Word Game Pt. 22 - Blarg is largely used by reclusive spelunkers scurrying around stagnant potholes searching sporks for jurassic logistics. Zilla finds sleeping sites and discombobulates the world! Time passages exist only in Slartibarfast's esoteric nudist beach, where Dalmatians frolic recursively searching for rubber gloves. Valentine's Day realizations mean hearty fractals induced emotions become largely overwhelming despite efforts to massage rather smelly fish. Personally, I would rather travel to Timbucktoo and Poughkeepsie while feasting iridescently on gooey yet chewy tarts filled with disgusting yet sour balls and samosas than eat half-baked prunes. Dendrochronology isn't about the name calling or anything remotely related, it's overhead ringing eccentric environmental niceness.
• The Word Game Pt. 23 - Yesterday my dog frolicked merrily on Jerry’s purple sprouting hair while flossing loyally on anti-disestablishmentarianism. Sonoluminescence describes pizzles, drizzles, and sizzles for those who yearn longingly for hundreds of Senators to date. Potatoes wish dumpsters jolly examples of tragic sailing goats ruminating pastures new. Rambling threads lose flatulent flavours on Tuesdays. Quacking geoducks nibble morose iguanas while antiquarian hedgehogs quibble hungrily on anti-matter. Laughing hysterically, the coquettish polygamist said Gadzooks! Thunderstorms scare my guinea pigs, peacocks, and toads but not editors like crazy toads. Snow business like hoe bidness so merrily go flush, blow it, gone!
• The Word Game Pt. 24 - Dictionaries don't control me at resteurants. Sen. Daschle's (D-SD) pocketbook is infected in the politician's rather sticky purse causing a biological emergency requiring removal of every "zig." Alabaster skin tends to itch when dipped slowly in radioactive Republicans. If Klinton Kavorted as kwickly as Kennedy kissed, Kupid klamored wistfully while driving to Kids-R-Us with King Kong keeping a notebook under the kingdom. Then the stench monkey kicked the bucket of khaki clad toy boys under law according to Moses. In 1814 when young Thomas Sawyer was inadvertently injured, we issued regulations restricting pyjama jelly around town. Sadly, nobody gathered together to mourn poor old stinky feesh as a respectable dinner.
• The Word Game Pt. 25 - Brown sticky smurfs pontificate rather frequently, presuming that pistachio flavored loons aren’t tasty. Indeed, they lack large amounts of odorific aflatoxins. What coquetry doth remains effect all but immensely powerful mothers who stand tall. Gnetaceous lilies have intercalary days in punctigerous settings however incongruous it is. Prestige and prestidigitation present problems for philanthropic bears predisposed to Preparation-H based putty. Doctors seldom watch movies containing surgery because they impulsively pick topics which suggest nothing related to medicine. Knock down my throat lozenges and medication with armadillos flatulating behind your verdant fields of pot. Tickle me Janet Reno, mateys! Can you stop? The hills are alive with soundy sucking his wounds on audio.
• The Word Game Pt. 26 - Socks usually smell better when you are intoxicated. Geothermal crosscurrents cause massive disruptions during bog-snorkelling by intoxicated snails. Justice in small doses affects weather adversely. Cacophony lovers impartially comment any time they hear symphonic orchestrations composed of dissonant car-horns. Which witch wiggled when Wendy wandered wistfully wayward while whistling wacky western warbles Wednesday? Sheila saw something suspicious slithering southward. If isolated showers should happen haphazardly, Helen becomes the weakest link of the dmoz umbrella. Connubial felicity décor cannot dissuade newlyweds, since celibacy evaporates rather explosively. Nonagenarians with Viagra should not hesitate participating in group therapy daily. Seventeen webmasters spoil oil spills.
• The Word Game Pt. 27 - Cantankerous cats cavort comically causing capricious kids to kneel before the wrath of Jercules. Exercise sucks air because it is aerobic. Lo and behold, get real because there will come a time when daredevils leap off towers proving their spiritual shallowness. When Evil Knievel broke away trying to leap betwixt the continents, he lost his false teeth. As liquor lubricates esophageal passages so greatly that copious butterflies become sesqui-combobulated and flutter erratically. Vibrant wombats mortally wound their natural offspring causing extinction within family photos. Obstreperous clubbers carry omnipotent delusions of loving grandeur. Monday comes religiously every week.
• The Word Game Pt. 28 - Thick-skinned editors don't need more viagra in cases where they have bumped off all over marshmallows strewn abroad. Tropical troubadours flaunt trapezoid trashcans together ten thousand seasons in tribute, trumpeting Trillian troops tired tea totalling twenty times today. Whew! What would Jesus lift up from down where the sheep graze? Spring cleaning sucks when I am plunking holes through salami. When I imagine life excites the retired lifeguard as connubial whales I weep not. Click here to activate me for the Web before proletarian activists begin showering Thursdays. Thankfully, kangaroos don't have wings proportional to their tastiness.
• The Word Game Pt. 29 - Persimmons perpetuate perfection possibly populating prepubescent persimmon Ping-Pong pantomimes. Magnolias magnificently mangled morbidly maintaining my mysterious meatloaf making mould mighty malodorous memories mistaken. That terrible Tina terminated tipsy teetotalers thoughtlessly turning terrific termites toward tactical thermonuclear theatres. Automobile manufacturers cause progress unintentionally. Please see my book on predicting MLB scores. Who loves least loves laryngitis. Printers run away naked from intimidating techies when they feel their troublesome parts begin to shake. Tonnes o'edits will cause psoriasis graciously flaking many seeimingly pompous platitudes. This time I think grandiose plans shan't be too unattainable unless mitigated posthumously by detrimental thetans.
• The Word Game Pt. 30 - Argumentative aardvarks annoy most concilatory crustaceans causing crabby coincidental conniptions. Forget all misgivings regarding tomorrow's heuristic techniques of yesterday evening, else where shall we pontifcate without confusing happless others. Farming algorithms require implements regularly found only around anoraks immediately adjacent to, or juxtaposed for convenience by, isothermic conditions. Nuts and other trees occasionally nurture experimental truffles. Nescience negates nuptial nodes numerous nonrecurrent nymphmaniacs. Tell William I emphatically condole with chiropractors. Kisses from unwelcome stranger editors often cause negative reactions. Pollywogs waggle online constantly. Earthshaking discoveries insufflate unsuspecting passerby. Frankly, insufflating makes clear rotund cavities from Jovian moons. Chickens peck. Occasionally flossing helps.
• The Word Game Pt. 31 - Taxes are better sources of gripes due to outrageous gorillas shredding government workers. Superb snuff always escalates already rapid euphoria. Newwave can always randomly emit particles of kawaiiness while purchasing cars. Domestic tranquility depends on Nostradumus' svelte robes whispering "blarg." Summers invariably degrade without notifying political print-jobs of dirty members. April edits while fish sparkle knowingly denuding descriptions while devouring delicious subcats. Goldfish make annoying conspirators. This browser scares teh heck out of Australian nationalist who couldn't restrain mad SEO's. Dilbert indulges overweight frogs who spit putrid purple pollywogs, whilst stressed toads eat vegetables. Flavoured tadpoles jump delightfully over lilies covered with chocolate.
• The Word Game Pt. 32 - De-greening enzymes invariably turn newts sideways before beginning their skyward siege on elastic metronomes suspended in wet powder boxes above the earth. Tijuana cockroaches exhaust almost all charitable editors by stealing cheetos nocturnally an processing greens while other mushroom secretly plan juantas in Tijuana. Vacations? We may question include mudpit colonialisms and infernal geysers. Where are Frank's gaiters today? Who took cwesddon's alarming bulldogs away from the private beanfeast, causing teachers to shout "Squee!" Where the feathered ducklings float amongst rancid whey, and beat each molecule ostentatiously upon their fermented feathery ooze and exploded preconceptions, is deleting fish the opposite direction.
• The Word Game Pt. 33 - Crackpipes are constantly eating corn and contemplating their navels. Deleting putz's only edit randomly when luzers use Highlanders to remove those Irish four-leaf dandelions from Boslavia preternaturally. Fifty-six loud farts echoed across the expansive gymnasium while cheerleaders yelled "NEWWAVE EATS FOOD." Meanwhile, back doors slammed in vmcknight's cadillac alliance which was disturbing. Manatees are confused primarily because someone circumvented they system settings on yogurt covered joysticks. Fifty-two trombones passionately throbbing in unison, caused the violinist to bounce upwards breaking his chinrest. Smelly people deserve newwaves because they believe in returning all autos which masticate over to his garage sale which occurs daily.
• The Word Game Pt. 34 - Weasels infect monkeys without any bananas when they ride trains, but scallops inserted into pythons ultimately make lemonade popsicles. Tomorrow Arby's is poisoning mankind by broadcasting terrible Thursday subliminal memories of political faeces bar-b-qued religously within the confines of ODP dungeons hidden throughout vast azzvalleys in cyberspace. Turtles cause amniocentisis of encapsulated virgin bloodlines in hyperspatial blobs of extremely sesquicombobulated fur-bearing feet which blew consistantly while bouncing sites. Strange biscuit tends condoms unless thoroughly incapacitated by splashing hot noodles and contaminated vanilla on odoriferous headphones while slowly pushing cartons of eggnog between chocolate coated meatballs. Raggedydrugs isn't Bob's henchman but I will kill enlarged kinds of proselytizing Canadians with tomato colored bibles and mutated chrysanthemums. Strange things happen, no? Yes, they really underwhelm.
• The Word Game Pt. 35 - Inorganic materials fall from places above my gigantic podium which hoodlums congregate beneath. Concentric spheres harmonically evolve beautifully and symmetrically with tintinnabulations pleasantly resounding throughout fluidic fenestrae. Such quibbles undermine pedantic pachydermal picadors who jab alligators with pogosticks. Lately, I flatulate more than a rabbit stew because I ate something amazingly gooey from Spago's diner titled "tastefully dredged kmsiever". Oh how doth Macbeth speak unto wallabies living and breathing ethane which intoxicates them. Luther's ninety-nine Volkswagon sedan seems ubiquitus, moreso even since it could decalcify Australian submariners who regularly drive hovercrafts without a kangaroo holder.
• The Word Game Pt. 36 - My dear old grandmother, God willing, pirouettes primly without sloshing around in grandpa's duckpond. She looks rather inhuman today - more hair than a gorilla in heat has! When mumbling, dogs bit a flea they found on my body. Fleas don't like to be tickled by large proboscises unless the weaher is balmy. The haberdasher made a lot of money selling millinery to hobbits, who believed their feet needed sheaves on the rough calluses, twisted amongst matted roots nested in the hobbit. When buttocks flatulate loudly, smells like rotting ODP RDF dumps cause innocent search engines to die.
• The Word Game Pt. 37 - Toadstools taste more unpleasant if you forget rockhound's desire for ornate, tantalizing, wax figurines made by Muggles' earwax company. Little known theories of 'Gasseous emissions explain the smell poorly. House bands are thought to extrude aluminum from spinnarets jiggle-ing groupies and scramps bathing insecantly. Lather vigorously; repeat rinse, until all your troubles effervesce into dust. Eskdaleside-with-Ugglebarnby exemplifies exrodinary utilization of existentialism; especially between two fathingales, cinolines, causing denim dithering over extended shoelaces. Esoteric esoterica; essentially we flip-flopped half-heartedly, under-zealously and esoterically. I ain't. cavorting cantankerously but cautiously, through Canadian coniferous swamps, carrying camping stuff singing loudly terrorizing monkeys and editors!, too.
• The Word Game Pt. 38 - Tasty Freeze Tarantuals nightly with strychnine-smelling marshmallows. Food, yes, spiritual sustenance always confuses my adnoids which ring piercing foolishly underneath shrubbery. Frozen food can melt in amazingly obstruent nonword modes. Contacting nematodes can irritate even heavily breasted chickens if roosters take away genetic cousins lunch. Rubber gloves with toxic aftertaste render chimps awful during mating rituals. Amazingly, subsequent parties don't help indigenous vegetation meet its untimely demise. Thank heaven ectoplasam clings to monitors blinking shameless SPAM, derrived from noodles mixed rapidly with oxidized apples marinated with cyanide. Suddenly, nothing! Nothing? Indeed, dude. Short senteces galore! Shorter are newwave.
• The Word Game Pt. 39 - Mixing sucks. And that is gross. Deadsea flotsam is taking over Microsoft wave. Arachnids are not crawling into my vestibule, instead all crackpipes feel octopeds legs. But crackpipes break off when depleted sources of krypton exhausted. I feel that time has inherent recprications while masticating all

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