The Amazingly Awesome Alliteration Tale Thread

[sir_spamalot]

I could have deleted some of that extra copied text, but I'm going to run with it.....   :D

"Thirsty Thursday, about afternoon, Thanksgiving, 3058, Thomas Thadeus Truscott belatedly began his horrifically hostile limited luminous life as many militant, mouthy, mayfly-like canned cunning clanners dubiously did, suspiciously sharing, though truly timidly the undeniable, unbelievably vulgar, vitriolic, viciously vile and almost always unnervingly unspeakable exaggerated evil enhanced borrowed barbarous blood, apprehensively approved by the haughty higher uppity ups," said Steiner Sam slowly, sans sarcasm, slobbering slightly while wholly wasted on Vlad's vastly vapid Oblivion overlord onion mildly moldy malt meatball masakari martinis.

"Intensely interesting insight, Sir Steiner Sam," virginal Vlad Vordermark ventured, silently scarfing salmon on onion-loaf, tenaciously tempting pitiful ptomaine, during Dagmar Davion-Day-Lewis' dinner.

"I think he's had too much Morges malted meed to drink," cranky Commander Carl sneered sarcastically. "Ridiculous raving."

Nearby noisily, Vash vented. "Delicious Dougnuts!"

Tsenge sang sad beloved ballads sweetly.

"Report to moderator Logged" Herb harangued.

Yay, now we have some guns to play with!

[Vash The Stampede]

"Thirsty Thursday, about afternoon, Thanksgiving, 3058, Thomas Thadeus Truscott belatedly began his horrifically hostile limited luminous life as many militant, mouthy, mayfly-like canned cunning clanners dubiously did, suspiciously sharing, though truly timidly the undeniable, unbelievably vulgar, vitriolic, viciously vile and almost always unnervingly unspeakable exaggerated evil enhanced borrowed barbarous blood, apprehensively approved by the haughty higher uppity ups," said Steiner Sam slowly, sans sarcasm, slobbering slightly while wholly wasted on Vlad's vastly vapid Oblivion overlord onion mildly moldy malt meatball masakari martinis.

"Intensely interesting insight, Sir Steiner Sam," virginal Vlad Vordermark ventured, silently scarfing salmon on onion-loaf, tenaciously tempting pitiful ptomaine, during Dagmar Davion-Day-Lewis' dinner.

"I think he's had too much Morges malted meed to drink," cranky Commander Carl sneered sarcastically. "Ridiculous raving."

Nearby noisily, Vash vented. "Delicious Dougnuts!"

Tsenge sang sad beloved ballads sweetly.

"Report to moderator Logged" Honest Herb harangued.

"Yay, now we have some guns to play with!"

[awclawson]

"Thirsty Thursday, about afternoon, Thanksgiving, 3058, Thomas Thadeus Truscott belatedly began his horrifically hostile limited luminous life as many militant, mouthy, mayfly-like canned cunning clanners dubiously did, suspiciously sharing, though truly timidly the undeniable, unbelievably vulgar, vitriolic, viciously vile and almost always unnervingly unspeakable exaggerated evil enhanced borrowed barbarous blood, apprehensively approved by the haughty higher uppity ups," said Steiner Sam slowly, sans sarcasm, slobbering slightly while wholly wasted on Vlad's vastly vapid Oblivion overlord onion mildly moldy malt meatball masakari martinis.

"Intensely interesting insight, Sir Steiner Sam," virginal Vlad Vordermark ventured, silently scarfing salmon on onion-loaf, tenaciously tempting pitiful ptomaine, during Dagmar Davion-Day-Lewis' dinner.

"I think he's had too much Morges malted meed to drink," cranky Commander Carl sneered sarcastically. "Ridiculous raving."

Nearby noisily, Vash vented. "Delicious Dougnuts!"

Tsenge sang sad beloved ballads sweetly.

"Report to moderator Logged" Honest Herb harangued.

"Yay, now we have some gargantuan guns to play with!"

[Vash The Stampede]

"Thirsty Thursday, about afternoon, Thanksgiving, 3058, Thomas Thadeus Truscott belatedly began his horrifically hostile limited luminous life as many militant, mouthy, mayfly-like canned cunning clanners dubiously did, suspiciously sharing, though truly timidly the undeniable, unbelievably vulgar, vitriolic, viciously vile and almost always unnervingly unspeakable exaggerated evil enhanced borrowed barbarous blood, apprehensively approved by the haughty higher uppity ups," said Steiner Sam slowly, sans sarcasm, slobbering slightly while wholly wasted on Vlad's vastly vapid Oblivion overlord onion mildly moldy malt meatball masakari martinis.

"Intensely interesting insight, Sir Steiner Sam," virginal Vlad Vordermark ventured, silently scarfing salmon on onion-loaf, tenaciously tempting pitiful ptomaine, during Dagmar Davion-Day-Lewis' dinner.

"I think he's had too much Morges malted meed to drink," cranky Commander Carl sneered sarcastically. "Ridiculous raving."

Nearby noisily, Vash vented. "Delicious Dougnuts!"

Tsenge sang sad beloved ballads sweetly.

"Report to moderator Logged" Honest Herb harangued.

"Yay, now we have some weighty walking gargantuan guns to play with!"

[rebs]

"Thirsty Thursday, about afternoon, Thanksgiving, 3058, Thomas Thadeus Truscott belatedly began his horrifically hostile limited luminous life as many militant, mouthy, mayfly-like canned cunning clanners dubiously did, suspiciously sharing, though truly timidly the undeniable, unbelievably vulgar, vitriolic, viciously vile and almost always unnervingly unspeakable exaggerated evil enhanced borrowed barbarous blood, apprehensively approved by the haughty higher uppity ups," said Steiner Sam slowly, sans sarcasm, slobbering slightly while wholly wasted on Vlad's vastly vapid Oblivion overlord onion mildly moldy malt meatball masakari martinis.

"Intensely interesting insight, Sir Steiner Sam," virginal Vlad Vordermark ventured, silently scarfing salmon on onion-loaf, tenaciously tempting pitiful ptomaine, during Dagmar Davion-Day-Lewis' dinner.

"I think he's had too much Morges malted meed to drink," cranky Commander Carl sneered sarcastically. "Ridiculous raving."

Nearby noisily, Vash vented. "Delicious Dougnuts!"

Tsenge sang sad beloved ballads sweetly. 

"Report to moderator Logged" Honest Herb hourly harangued.

"Yay, now we have some weighty walking gargantuan guns to play with!"

[sir_spamalot]

"Thirsty Thursday, about afternoon, Thanksgiving, 3058, Thomas Thadeus Truscott belatedly began his horrifically hostile limited luminous life as many militant, mouthy, mayfly-like canned cunning clanners dubiously did, suspiciously sharing, though truly timidly the undeniable, unbelievably vulgar, vitriolic, viciously vile and almost always unnervingly unspeakable exaggerated evil enhanced borrowed barbarous blood, apprehensively approved by the haughty higher uppity ups," said Steiner Sam slowly, sans sarcasm, slobbering slightly while wholly wasted on Vlad's vastly vapid Oblivion overlord onion mildly moldy malt meatball masakari martinis.

"Intensely interesting insight, Sir Steiner Sam," virginal Vlad Vordermark ventured, silently scarfing salmon on onion-loaf, tenaciously tempting pitiful ptomaine, during Dagmar Davion-Day-Lewis' dinner.

"I think he's had too much Morges malted meed to drink," cranky Commander Carl sneered sarcastically. "Ridiculous raving."

Nearby noisily, Vash vented. "Delicious Dougnuts!"

Tsenge sang sad beloved ballads sweetly about albatross. 

"Report to moderator Logged" Honest Herb hourly harangued.

"Yay, now we have some weighty walking gargantuan guns to play with!"

[rebs]

"Thirsty Thursday, about afternoon, Thanksgiving, 3058, Thomas Thadeus Truscott belatedly began his horrifically hostile limited luminous life as many militant, mouthy, mayfly-like canned cunning clanners dubiously did, suspiciously sharing, though truly timidly the undeniable, unbelievably vulgar, vitriolic, viciously vile and almost always unnervingly unspeakable exaggerated evil enhanced borrowed barbarous blood, apprehensively approved by the haughty higher uppity ups," said Steiner Sam slowly, sans sarcasm, slobbering slightly while wholly wasted on Vlad's vastly vapid Oblivion overlord onion mildly moldy malt meatball masakari martinis.

"Intensely interesting insight, Sir Steiner Sam," virginal Vlad Vordermark ventured, silently scarfing salmon on onion-loaf, tenaciously tempting pitiful ptomaine, during Dagmar Davion-Day-Lewis' dinner.

"I think he's had too much Morges malted meed to drink," cranky Commander Carl sneered sarcastically. "Ridiculous raving."

Nearby noisily, Vash vented. "Delicious Dougnuts!"

Tsenge sang sad beloved ballads sweetly about atomic albatross.

"Report to moderator Logged" Honest Herb hourly harangued.

"Yay, now we have some weighty walking gargantuan guns to play with!"

[awclawson]

"Thirsty Thursday, about afternoon, Thanksgiving, 3058, Thomas Thadeus Truscott belatedly began his horrifically hostile limited luminous life as many militant, mouthy, mayfly-like canned cunning clanners dubiously did, suspiciously sharing, though truly timidly the undeniable, unbelievably vulgar, vitriolic, viciously vile and almost always unnervingly unspeakable exaggerated evil enhanced borrowed barbarous blood, apprehensively approved by the haughty higher uppity ups," said Steiner Sam slowly, sans sarcasm, slobbering slightly while wholly wasted on Vlad's vastly vapid Oblivion overlord onion mildly moldy malt meatball masakari martinis.

"Intensely interesting insight, Sir Steiner Sam," virginal Vlad Vordermark ventured, silently scarfing salmon on onion-loaf, tenaciously tempting pitiful ptomaine, during Dagmar Davion-Day-Lewis' dinner.

"I think he's had too much Morges malted meed to drink," cranky Commander Carl sneered sarcastically. "Ridiculous raving."

Nearby noisily, Vash vented. "Delicious Dougnuts!"

Tsenge sang sad beloved ballads sweetly about atomic albatross.

"Report to moderator Logged" Honest Herb hourly harangued.

"Yay, now we have some weighty walking gargantuan guns to play pleasantly with!"

[rebs]

"Thirsty Thursday, about afternoon, Thanksgiving, 3058, Thomas Thadeus Truscott belatedly began his horrifically hostile limited luminous life as many militant, mouthy, mayfly-like canned cunning clanners dubiously did, suspiciously sharing, though truly timidly the undeniable, unbelievably vulgar, vitriolic, viciously vile and almost always unnervingly unspeakable exaggerated evil enhanced borrowed barbarous blood, apprehensively approved by the haughty higher uppity ups," said Steiner Sam slowly, sans sarcasm, slobbering slightly while wholly wasted on Vlad's vastly vapid Oblivion overlord onion mildly moldy malt meatball masakari martinis.

"Intensely interesting insight, Sir Steiner Sam," virginal Vlad Vordermark ventured, silently scarfing salmon on onion-loaf, tenaciously tempting pitiful ptomaine, during Dagmar Davion-Day-Lewis' dinner.

"I think he's had too much Morges malted meed to drink," cranky Commander Carl sneered sarcastically. "Ridiculous raving."

Nearby noisily, Vash vented. "Delicious Dougnuts!"

Tsenge sang sad beloved ballads sweetly about an atomic albatross.

"Report to moderator Logged" Honest Herb hourly harangued.

"Yay, now we have some weighty walking gargantuan guns to play pleasantly with!"

[sir_spamalot]

"Thirsty Thursday, about afternoon, Thanksgiving, 3058, Thomas Thadeus Truscott belatedly began his horrifically hostile limited luminous life as many militant, mouthy, mayfly-like canned cunning clanners dubiously did, suspiciously sharing, though truly timidly the undeniable, unbelievably vulgar, vitriolic, viciously vile and almost always unnervingly unspeakable exaggerated evil enhanced borrowed barbarous blood, apprehensively approved by the haughty higher uppity ups," said Steiner Sam slowly, sans sarcasm, slobbering slightly while wholly wasted on Vlad's vastly vapid Oblivion overlord onion mildly moldy malt meatball masakari martinis.

"Intensely interesting insight, Sir Steiner Sam," virginal Vlad Vordermark ventured, silently scarfing salmon on onion-loaf, tenaciously tempting pitiful ptomaine, during Dagmar Davion-Day-Lewis' dinner.

"I think he's had too much Morges malted meed to drink," cranky Commander Carl sneered sarcastically. "Ridiculous raving."

Nearby noisily, Vash Vogon vented. "Delicious Dougnuts!"

Tsenge sang sad beloved ballads sweetly about an atomic albatross.

"Report to moderator Logged" Honest Herb hourly harangued.

"Yay, now we have some weighty walking gargantuan guns to play pleasantly with!"

[awclawson]

"Thirsty Thursday, about afternoon, Thanksgiving, 3058, Thomas Thadeus Truscott belatedly began his horrifically hostile limited luminous life as many militant, mouthy, mayfly-like canned cunning clanners dubiously did, suspiciously sharing, though truly timidly the undeniable, unbelievably vulgar, vitriolic, viciously vile and almost always unnervingly unspeakable exaggerated evil enhanced borrowed barbarous blood, apprehensively approved by the haughty higher uppity ups," said Steiner Sam slowly, sans sarcasm, slobbering slightly while wholly wasted on Vlad's vastly vapid Oblivion overlord onion mildly moldy malt meatball masakari martinis.

"Intensely interesting insight, Sir Steiner Sam," virginal Vlad Vordermark ventured, silently scarfing salmon on onion-loaf, tenaciously tempting pitiful ptomaine, during Dagmar Davion-Day-Lewis' delightful dinner.

"I think he's had too much Morges malted meed to drink," cranky Commander Carl sneered sarcastically. "Ridiculous raving."

Nearby noisily, Vash Vogon vented. "Delicious Dougnuts!"

Tsenge sang sad beloved ballads sweetly about an atomic albatross.

"Report to moderator Logged" Honest Herb hourly harangued.

"Yay, now we have some weighty walking gargantuan guns to play pleasantly with!"

[rebs]

"Thirsty Thursday, about afternoon, Thanksgiving, 3058, Thomas Thadeus Truscott belatedly began his horrifically hostile limited luminous life as many militant, mouthy, mayfly-like canned cunning clanners dubiously did, suspiciously sharing, though truly timidly the undeniable, unbelievably vulgar, vitriolic, viciously vile and almost always unnervingly unspeakable exaggerated evil enhanced borrowed barbarous blood, apprehensively approved by the haughty higher uppity ups," said Steiner Sam slowly, sans sarcasm, slobbering slightly while wholly wasted on Vlad's vastly vapid Oblivion overlord onion mildly moldy malt meatball masakari martinis.

"Intensely interesting insight, Sir Steiner Sam," virginal Vlad Vordermark ventured, silently scarfing salmon on onion-loaf, tenaciously tempting pitiful ptomaine, during Dagmar Davion-Day-Lewis' delightful dinner.

"I think he's had too much Morges malted meed to drink," cranky Commander Carl sneered sarcastically. "Supercilious, ridiculous raving."

Nearby noisily, Vash Vogon vented. "Delicious Dougnuts!"

Tsenge sang sad beloved ballads sweetly about an atomic albatross.

"Report to moderator Logged" Honest Herb hourly harangued.

"Yay, now we have some weighty walking gargantuan guns to play pleasantly with!"

[sir_spamalot]

"Thirsty Thursday, about afternoon, Thanksgiving, 3058, Thomas Thadeus Truscott belatedly began his horrifically hostile limited luminous life as many militant, mouthy, mayfly-like canned cunning clanners dubiously did, suspiciously sharing, though truly timidly the undeniable, unbelievably vulgar, vitriolic, viciously vile and almost always unnervingly unspeakable exaggerated evil enhanced borrowed barbarous blood, apprehensively approved by the haughty higher uppity ups," said Steiner Sam slowly, sans sarcasm, slobbering slightly while wholly wasted on Old Vlad's vastly vapid Oblivion overlord onion mildly moldy malt meatball masakari martinis.

"Intensely interesting insight, Sir Steiner Sam," virginal Vlad Vordermark ventured, silently scarfing salmon on onion-loaf, tenaciously tempting pitiful ptomaine, during Dagmar Davion-Day-Lewis' delightful dinner.

"I think he's had too much Morges malted meed to drink," cranky Commander Carl sneered sarcastically. "Supercilious, ridiculous raving."

Nearby noisily, Vash Vogon vented. "Delicious Dougnuts!"

Tsenge sang sad beloved ballads sweetly about an atomic albatross.

"Report to moderator Logged" Honest Herb hourly harangued.

"Yay, now we have some weighty walking gargantuan guns to play pleasantly with!"

[awclawson]

"Thirsty Thursday, about afternoon, Thanksgiving, 3058, Thomas Thadeus Truscott belatedly began his horrifically hostile limited luminous life as many militant, mouthy, mayfly-like canned cunning clanners dubiously did, suspiciously sharing, though truly timidly the undeniable, unbelievably vulgar, vitriolic, viciously vile and almost always unnervingly unspeakable exaggerated evil enhanced borrowed barbarous blood, apprehensively approved by the haughty higher uppity ups," said Steiner Sam slowly, sans sarcasm, slobbering slightly while wholly wasted on Old Vlad's vastly vapid Oblivion overlord onion mildly moldy malt meatball masakari martinis.

"Intensely interesting insight, Sir Steiner Sam," virginal Vlad Vordermark ventured, silently scarfing salmon on onion-loaf, tenaciously tempting pitiful ptomaine, during Dagmar Davion-Day-Lewis' delightful dinner.

"I think he's had too much Morges malted meed to daintily drink," cranky Commander Carl sneered sarcastically. "Supercilious, ridiculous raving."

Nearby noisily, Vash Vogon vented. "Delicious Dougnuts!"

Tsenge sang sad beloved ballads sweetly about an atomic albatross.

"Report to moderator Logged" Honest Herb hourly harangued.

"Yay, now we have some weighty walking gargantuan guns to play pleasantly with!"

[sir_spamalot]

"Thirsty Thursday, about afternoon, Thanksgiving, 3058, Thomas Thadeus Truscott belatedly began his horrifically hostile limited luminous life as many militant, mouthy, mayfly-like canned cunning clanners dubiously did, suspiciously sharing, though truly timidly the undeniable, unbelievably vulgar, vitriolic, viciously vile and almost always unnervingly unspeakable exaggerated evil enhanced borrowed barbarous blood, apprehensively approved by the haughty higher uppity ups," said Steiner Sam slowly, sans sarcasm, slobbering slightly while wholly wasted on Old Vlad's vastly vapid Oblivion overlord onion mildly moldy malt meatball masakari martinis.

"Intensely interesting insight, Sir Steiner Sam," virginal Vlad Vordermark ventured, silently scarfing salmon on onion-loaf, tenaciously tempting pitiful ptomaine, during Dagmar Davion-Day-Lewis' delightful dinner.

"I think he's had too much Morges malted meed to daintily drink," cranky Commander Carl sneered sarcastically. "Supercilious, ridiculous raving."

Nearby noisily, Vash Vogon vented. "Delicious Dougnuts!"

Tsenge sang sad beloved ballads sweetly about an atomic albatross.

"Raging Report to moderator Logged" Honest Herb hourly harangued.

"Yay, now we have some weighty walking gargantuan guns to play pleasantly with!"

[awclawson]

"Thirsty Thursday, about afternoon, Thanksgiving, 3058, Thomas Thadeus Truscott belatedly began his horrifically hostile limited luminous life as many militant, mouthy, mayfly-like canned cunning clanners dubiously did, suspiciously sharing, though truly timidly the undeniable, unbelievably vulgar, vitriolic, viciously vile and almost always unnervingly unspeakable exaggerated evil enhanced borrowed barbarous blood, apprehensively approved by the haughty higher uppity ups," said Steiner Sam slowly, sans sarcasm, slobbering slightly while wholly wasted on Old Vlad's vastly vapid Oblivion overlord onion mildly moldy malt meatball masakari martinis.

"Intensely interesting insight, Sir Steiner Sam," virginal Vlad Vordermark ventured, silently scarfing salmon on onion-loaf, tenaciously tempting pitiful ptomaine, during Dagmar Davion-Day-Lewis' delightful dinner.

"I think he's had too much Morges malted meed to daintily drink," cranky Commander Carl sneered sarcastically. "Supercilious, ridiculous raving."

Nearby noisily, Vash Vogon vented. "Delicious Dougnuts!"

Tsenge sang sad beloved ballads sweetly about an atomic albatross.

"Raging Report to moderator Logged" Honest Herb hourly harangued.

"Yay, now we have some weighty walking gargantuan guns to play pleasantly with wisely!"

[sir_spamalot]

"Thirsty Thursday, about afternoon, Thanksgiving, 3058, Thomas Thadeus Truscott belatedly began his horrifically hostile limited luminous life as many militant, mouthy, mayfly-like canned cunning clanners dubiously did, suspiciously sharing, though truly timidly the undeniable, unbelievably vulgar, vitriolic, viciously vile and almost always unnervingly unspeakable exaggerated evil enhanced borrowed barbarous blood, apprehensively approved by the haughty higher uppity ups," said Steiner Sam slowly, sans sarcasm, slobbering slightly while wholly wasted on Old Vlad's vastly vapid Oblivion overlord onion mildly moldy malt meatball masakari martinis.

"Intensely interesting insight, Sir Steiner Sam," virginal Vlad Vordermark ventured, silently scarfing salmon on onion-loaf, tenaciously tempting pitiful ptomaine, during Dagmar Davion-Day-Lewis' delightful dinner.

"I think he's had too much Morges malted meed to daintily drink," cranky Commander Carl sneered sarcastically. "Supercilious, ridiculous raving."

Nearby noisily, Vash Vogon vented. "Delicious Dougnuts!"

Tsenge sang sad beloved ballads sweetly about an atomic albatross.

"Raging Report to maligned moderator Logged" Honest Herb hourly harangued.

"Yay, now we have some weighty walking gargantuan guns to play pleasantly with wisely!"

[awclawson]

"Thirsty Thursday, about afternoon, Thanksgiving, 3058, Thomas Thadeus Truscott belatedly began his horrifically hostile limited luminous life as many militant, mouthy, mayfly-like canned cunning clanners dubiously did, suspiciously sharing, though truly timidly the undeniable, unbelievably vulgar, vitriolic, viciously vile and almost always unnervingly unspeakable exaggerated evil enhanced borrowed barbarous blood, apprehensively approved by the haughty higher uppity ups," said Steiner Sam slowly, sans sarcasm, slobbering slightly while wholly wasted on Old Vlad's vastly vapid Oblivion overlord onion mildly moldy malt meatball masakari martinis.

"Intensely interesting insight, Sir Steiner Sam," virginal Vlad Vordermark ventured, silently scarfing salmon on onion-loaf, tenaciously tempting pitiful ptomaine, during Dagmar Davion-Day-Lewis' delightful dinner.

"I think he's had too much Morges malted meed to daintily drink," cranky Commander Carl sneered sarcastically. "Supercilious, ridiculous raving."

Nearby noisily, Vash Vogon vented. "Delicious Dougnuts!"

Taisa Tsenge sang sad beloved ballads sweetly about an atomic albatross.

"Raging Report to maligned moderator Logged" Honest Herb hourly harangued.

"Yay, now we have some weighty walking gargantuan guns to play pleasantly with wisely!"

[sir_spamalot]

"Thirsty Thursday, about afternoon, Thanksgiving, 3058, Thomas Thadeus Truscott belatedly began his horrifically hostile limited luminous life as many militant, mouthy, mayfly-like canned cunning clanners dubiously did, suspiciously sharing, though truly timidly the undeniable, unbelievably vulgar, vitriolic, viciously vile and almost always unnervingly unspeakable exaggerated evil enhanced borrowed barbarous blood, apprehensively approved by the haughty higher uppity ups," said Steiner Sam slowly, sans sarcasm, slobbering slightly while wholly wasted on Old Vlad's vastly vapid Oblivion overlord onion mildly moldy malt meatball masakari martinis.

"Intensely interesting insight, Sir Steiner Sam," virginal Vlad Vordermark ventured, silently scarfing salmon on onion-loaf, tenaciously tempting pitiful ptomaine, during Dagmar Davion-Day-Lewis' delightful dinner.

"I think he's had too much Morges malted meed to daintily drink," cranky Commander Carl sneered sarcastically. "Supercilious, ridiculous raving."

Nearby noisily, Vash Vogon vented. "Delicious Dougnuts!"

Taisa Tsenge sang sad beloved ballads sweetly about an atomic albatross.

"Raging Report to maligned moderator Logged" Honest Herb hourly harangued, eating edamame.

"Yay, now we have some weighty walking gargantuan guns to play pleasantly with wisely!"

[awclawson]

"Thirsty Thursday, about afternoon, Thanksgiving, 3058, Thomas Thadeus Truscott belatedly began his horrifically hostile limited luminous life as many militant, mouthy, mayfly-like canned cunning clanners dubiously did, suspiciously sharing, though truly timidly the undeniable, unbelievably vulgar, vitriolic, viciously vile and almost always unnervingly unspeakable exaggerated evil enhanced borrowed barbarous blood, apprehensively approved by the haughty higher uppity ups," said Steiner Sam slowly, sans sarcasm, slobbering slightly while wholly wasted on Old Vlad's vastly vapid Oblivion overlord onion mildly moldy malt meatball masakari martinis.

"Intensely interesting insight, Sir Steiner Sam," virginal Vlad Vordermark ventured, silently scarfing salmon on onion-loaf, tenaciously tempting pitiful ptomaine, during Dagmar Davion-Day-Lewis' delightful dinner.

"I think he's had too much Morges malted meed to daintily drink," cranky Commander Carl sneered sarcastically. "Supercilious, ridiculous raving."

Nearby noisily, Vash Vogon vented. "Delicious Dougnuts!"

Taisa Tsenge sang sad beloved ballads soulfully sweetly about an atomic albatross.

"Raging Report to maligned moderator Logged" Honest Herb hourly harangued, eating edamame.

"Yay, now we have some weighty walking gargantuan guns to play pleasantly with wisely!"

[sir_spamalot]

"Thirsty Thursday, about afternoon, Thanksgiving, 3058, Thomas Thadeus Truscott belatedly began his horrifically hostile limited luminous life as many militant, mouthy, mayfly-like canned cunning clanners dubiously did, suspiciously sharing, though truly timidly the undeniable, unbelievably vulgar, vitriolic, viciously vile and almost always unnervingly unspeakable exaggerated evil enhanced borrowed barbarous blood, apprehensively approved by the haughty higher uppity ups," said Steiner Sam slowly, sans sarcasm, slobbering slightly while wholly wasted on Old Vlad's vastly vapid Oblivion overlord onion mildly moldy malt meatball masakari martinis.

"Intensely interesting insight, Sir Steiner Sam," virginal Vlad Vordermark ventured, silently scarfing salmon on onion-loaf, tenaciously tempting pitiful ptomaine, during Dagmar Davion-Day-Lewis' delightful dinner.

"I think he's had too much Morges malted meed to daintily drink," cranky Commander Carl sneered sarcastically. "Supercilious, ridiculous raving."

Nearby noisily, Vash Vogon vented. "Delicious Dougnuts!"

Taisa Tsenge sang sad beloved ballads soulfully sweetly about an atomic albatross.

"Raging Report to maligned moderator Logged" Honest Herb hourly harangued, eating edamame.

"Yippee Yay, now we have some weighty walking gargantuan guns to play pleasantly with wisely!"

[awclawson]

"Thirsty Thursday, about afternoon, Thanksgiving, 3058, Thomas Thadeus Truscott belatedly began his horrifically hostile limited luminous life as many militant, mouthy, mayfly-like canned cunning clanners dubiously did, suspiciously sharing, though truly timidly the undeniable, unbelievably vulgar, vitriolic, viciously vile and almost always unnervingly unspeakable exaggerated evil enhanced borrowed barbarous blood, apprehensively approved by the haughty higher uppity ups," said Steiner Sam slowly, sans sarcasm, slobbering slightly while wholly wasted on Old Vlad's vastly vapid Oblivion overlord onion mildly moldy malt meatball masakari martinis.

"Intensely interesting insight, Sir Steiner Sam," virginal Vlad Vordermark ventured, silently scarfing salmon on onion-loaf, tenaciously tempting pitiful ptomaine, during Dagmar Davion-Day-Lewis' delightful dinner.

"I think he's had too much Morges malted meed to daintily drink," cranky Commander Carl sneered sarcastically. "Supercilious, ridiculous raving."

Nearby noisily, Vash Vogon vented. "Delicious Dougnuts!"

Taisa Tsenge sang sad beloved ballads soulfully sweetly about an atomic albatross.

"Raging Report to maligned moderator Logged" Honest Herb hourly harangued, eating edamame.

"Yippee Yay, now we will have some weighty walking gargantuan guns to play pleasantly with wisely!"

[sir_spamalot]

"Thirsty Thursday, about afternoon, Thanksgiving, 3058, Thomas Thadeus Truscott belatedly began his horrifically hostile limited luminous life as many militant, mouthy, mayfly-like canned cunning clanners dubiously did, suspiciously sharing, though truly timidly the undeniable, unbelievably vulgar, vitriolic, viciously vile and almost always unnervingly unspeakable exaggerated evil enhanced borrowed barbarous blood, apprehensively approved by the haughty higher uppity ups," said Steiner Sam slowly, sans sarcasm, slobbering slightly while wholly wasted on Old Vlad's vastly vapid Oblivion overlord onion mildly moldy malt meatball masakari martinis.

"Intensely interesting insight, Sir Steiner Sam," virginal Vlad Vordermark ventured, silently scarfing salmon on onion-loaf, tenaciously tempting pitiful ptomaine, during Dagmar Davion-Day-Lewis' delightful dinner.

"I think he's had too much Morges malted meed to daintily drink," cranky Commander Carl sneered sarcastically. "Supercilious, ridiculous raving."

Nearby noisily, Vash Vogon vented. "Delicious Dougnuts!"

Taisa Tsenge sang sad beloved ballads soulfully sweetly about an atomic amorous albatross.

"Raging Report to maligned moderator Logged" Honest Herb hourly harangued, eating edamame.

"Yippee Yay, now we will have some weighty walking gargantuan guns to play pleasantly with wisely!"