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"Am I the only one with a real face!", Judith exclaimed
while dancing the conga on one foot. There was a sudden rumbling from within her "place we don't talk about". Everyone fled in fear.
Then, In stormed the 10 eyed gouls of oblivion, showering the restless charity project office workers, with red ooze that melted their calm friendly exteriors.
Forward they marched into cold oblivion...
. "Ow" said oblivion shivering in the darkness. The least you could do is say something out here in the dark.
Tied to a tree, your filthy underpants about your ankles, with an apple in your mouth, you love it, God bless you!
- Contributors:
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Harold Bishop -
thegit -
Elephant Glitter -
Ray Reardon - ShadowDecker
- Berny Forkcock
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