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If you were brave enough to click the link to this thread, be afraid. For the worst is yet to come. An onslaught of diabolical proverbial avalanches just happen to be right around the imaginary corner, and you're in a fast driving car called your reading eyes that have come too far to possibly stop at the next intersection. Speed through the red lights and read on...

Ever since the dawn of internet society there have been those that from that day forward swore to their long-dead great step-uncle's sister that they would bring love and compassion through to the wireless tubes of data we humans call 'the Internet' by eating very large whales that came from the evil mountain of pain called 'Uranus' and then laughed at the fact that the name for that planet that is out there somewhere in the gravitational pull of the sun that hold the solar system together appropriatly named 'Sol' (Much orignality there, NASA.), is also a statement referring to the little crack in your body that many people on the internet make jokes about, only to find that he was reading it as it was being written which destroyed the entire illusion of writing a narrative in the form of proverbial avalaunches as stated in the first paragraph and therefore eliminated any trace of sense or sanity for themselves throughout the whole entirety of LOST so that once his panda made contact with the outer space aliens from space they ate tacos with mayonnaise all squished into the very sinister essence of the mighty taco revolutionizing all fast food foods to have state-of-the-art art supplies to hold the key in place so the door of the awesome could be released upon the very eagerly waiting hands of the sweaty fan-base that populated all of my thumb which is currently resting on the space bar so that it's easy for me to make a space between words so that when I type quickly about random nonsense that has no purpose besides to exist in the parallel dimension of those little sheep you see standing there eating that very damn tasty grass that seems to be mutating off of a very large bug that may possibly become the next high-jumper in the high-jump event that takes place only when two very big awkward things stalk about like two very big awkward things going to dinner at the same place the taco with mayonnaise was protruding itself out of a ladies tummy which made the baby want to kick therefore making everyone else not notice the two very big awkward things disappear in a flurry of M & Ms and all things nice topped off with the tasty new achievements you need to get started on your road, the only one that I have ever known.

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