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» Awkwardly Tripping Queenston Tripped Along Extremely. He Was On His Way To Meet His Lover, Ghda, For Valentine&Amp;Rsquo;S Day. He Smiled To See A Weiner Dog Hopping Along, Carrying An Arcade Controller In Its Mouth. Queenston Was Almost On The Internet

» Queenston And Ghda By William Shakespeareenter Queenstonghda Appears Above At A Windowqueenston: But, Soft! What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks? It Is The My Little Pony Figure, And Ghda Is The Weiner Dog. Arise, Old-Fashioned Weiner Dog, And Punch

» A Deep Day To Punch Queenston Stepped Awkwardly Out Into The Red Sunshine, And Admired Ghda&Amp;Rsquo;S Balls. &Amp;Ldquo;Ah,&Amp;Rdquo; He Sighed, &Amp;Ldquo;That&Amp;Rsquo;S A Glamorous Sight.&Amp;Rdquo; Ghda Climbed Off The Vibrator And Walked Extremely Across The Grass To

» To Painfully Eat Lark And Lewis Were Celebrating A Deep Valentine&Amp;Rsquo;S Day Together. Lark Had Cooked A Curly Dinner And They Ate Near A Stripbar By Candlelight. &Amp;Ldquo;My Darling,&Amp;Rdquo; Lewis Said, Stroking Lark&Amp;Rsquo;S Butte, &Amp;Ldquo;I Have Something

» The Deep Terror Of The Snow It Snowed A Foot Overnight. When They Woke Up, Lewis And Lark Went Out To Play. First, They Made Snow Angels. Then They Had A Snowball Fight And Lewis Hit Lark In His Orbs With A Big Fat Iceball. It Hurt A Lot, But Lewis

» The Miracle Of The Horse Playing Saxaphone Lark Hated Christmas. He Didn&Amp;Rsquo;T Just Dislike Christmas, He Hated It Like Lewis Liking His Job. He Loathed It. Every December, Lark Would Feel Himself Getting All Magnificent Inside. He Refused To Put Up

» 1000 Skull Dead Rats Gwen Paced Irritably Back And Forth. Bitter Dread Filled Her Heart. Rayden Should Have Been Home At Least An Hour Ago And It Wasn&Amp;Rsquo;T Like Him To Be Late. Oh, My Annoying Love, Gwen Thought. Where Could You Be? Just Then, The

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» Odd Lang Syne Lune Sipped Slowly At His Drink And Stood Odd Behind A Heroin Needle. He Wasn&Amp;Rsquo;T Sure Why He Had Come To This New Year&Amp;Rsquo;S Eve Party In The First Place. He Was No Good At Parties Anyhow. They Always Made Him Feel Hollow And He

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