Grav, make apparent the situation.
 

In light of recent shortsights, the sea has three hundred days to explode. Unlike weather balloons, forgotten tides erupt until calmed by a lonely child. That said, surprises are edible. Fortunately, there is not enough raincoats to prevent raviolli disasters. Nuclear ping-pongs do not create disturbances in HDTV. Forgotten wash cycles often eminate from test-tube babies. The desire to engulf is not within its boundaries to persist pumping actions. Where are my green lights? It is not an exclamation of self-yachting, but perhaps discretely immortal. Dipped in chocolate, perhaps. But maybe instead of crushing radishes, create an external resource to construction workers? Only then, can hypnotists work on the toad problem.

Random.

R-A-N-D-O-M

Good, good.

Ilors, Tshthdte. Uwb, Fteucbalc. Ts, Sae. F, Tisnertprd. Nppdncdihdtv. Fwcoefttb. Tdteinwibtppa. Wamgl? Iinaeosy, Bpdi. Dic, P. Bmiocr, Caertcw? Ot, Chwottp.

The Asian Nazis are invading Kuwait with rubber dildos?

No, it's the Swedish national anthem.

I heard jjang is swedish for, "THIS THREAD SUCKS"

Do not hesistate to devour a creative horseshoe.

I hate you all. Good day.

A passion for revolting Swedes is not within standards of decapitation.

Bet you can't say it all backwards.

It is perhaps denied on the entry level, but boiling on top of three spinal columns.

An institutionalized deviancy resulting from isolation of dastardly deeds:

EvilSpaniard: To ingest creativity becomes an issue dealing with generousness
GravitonSurge: And your beef? Inconsequential!
EvilSpaniard: In a matter of perhaps sequention gatherings, potato pealings do not require lack of discipline
GravitonSurge: The most interesting aspect of diving is perhaps not the bowl as much as it is the twilight, for reasons derivitive of existentialism
EvilSpaniard: Diving amidst orthodox concoctions results in paranoia often seen in cucumber seeds.
GravitonSurge: The greatest common factor is often the road less travelled
EvilSpaniard: A factor withheld becomes three times the pleasure, and somewhat of a colonscopy.
GravitonSurge: If only the moles of the world would focus their attentions to the problems stemming from the abundance of flies in an unsterilized environment, the space-time continuum could be justified in ways not before known to those who partake of pancakes in the pasture that we call life
EvilSpaniard: Life as the pygmy shrew desires is not a spectacle of fright, but indeed a seemingly indestructable force requiring the posture of a carrot stem, degaused and raptured along the passion of time.
GravitonSurge: Suddenly, I am reminded of a time far before that and further even than eso, perhaps the true measure of individual harmony is not the conglomeration of feelings and ideas, but rather the scattered remnants of thoughts long since lost
EvilSpaniard: Thoughts of man begin with the capture of the soul, unlike the feces of a small rodent, it creates a destiny reaching out to the facets of one's imaginative core, releasing long-stored toxins in a presidential manner, thereby completing the great cycle of life and harmony within the confinds of the mind.
GravitonSurge: You love the cock.
EvilSpaniard: the cock loves me, but does salad love YOU?

chicken wing.

bitchin king, hahaha, they rhyme, oh me, oh my.

cheetos$$$$$$$$$$$$4

What are you blabbing about?

cheetos to be precise, the good ones

/gkick Nitsua

oohohhohohhohohoo!!@!@!@! it will not work now grav, and btw, u made me mad at u in ob alot, :( he is so mean to me in wow ;(