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The Auto-Novel

Prologue

Before this was written, a wildebeast wandered through the Irritable of contents Spanish Inquisition Hall of tofus...

Chapter 1: The spontaneous adjective

Once upon a tomato, within a pricey treehouse in Unnecessary Surgery Land, our rain meter was analyzed. "Watch out" was idiotic with 3,009,426,427 t-shirts, not very. At long last, the United States of Mexico froze blenders from 86,225,901 Plot Advancement, excluding hairy b-b guns.

Luckily, the mouse was boorishly 9,774,515 politicians from Fallujah. "Oh Jennifer Lopez" exclaimed the terrorist FREEDOM FIGHTER. Gain 95 Trident Skill! Meg Griffin is nervously regarding the People's Sovereign Union of Planets's Critical Hits and rifles deceiving. "QUEEF," Samus Aran ablated. Before long, Black Jesus was not living, cruising Ranging.

Pope Francis the arctic monkey curses toasters, but only between slutty virii on 2008 . At long last, You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows. What is it?? A off-off-white cake.

Anyway, in 1173 BC, Walt Disney the swan destroyed, "CLEMEN" He got cider on my Mazda. Hello! No golden globe for him!

His grandfather was at Gotham, navigating his taint when the rifles began ablating. "It's no trouble" he washed. "They've deconstructed the unsophisticated salad forks!"

In contrast as Michael Moore said, quaecumque vera doce me, meaning "The best-written article on the site" They were Red Shell'd and absolved a ricer. The Asgard High Council owned their 55 anvils, but The Confederation of Nazi Dictatorships was rabidly smaller.

The maternal great-great-grandfather , Estelle Getty, liked on-white milk.

It was quantified that ballroom lathered the sweet and sour chicken of can opener. Furthermore, it wasn't lazy. A helm deceived a governor. For instance, it was so incessantly foreign it turned into Harry Potter™. Everyone agreed that a entropy wasn't the best way to terrorize. At long last, well-to-do violoncelli aren't very shiny because of all the crutons they eat, and the fact they live in Nagasaki, where the bananas worship an almighty hyena.

The violoncelli rebelled against the evil Jaffa High Council. Problems arose when The Rock rewarded a cucumber. Bob Barker was so megalomaniacal it was decided that a lawnmower was soon to zap. This resulted in a final battle, where Wario was navigated by Tony Soprano. Do you still think centaurs are cute?

It was then a dark day for Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire. They hadn't got 100,000,000 Wit, and a fake city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a quantum mechanic. This was before Tony Soprano stepped in and battled the megalomaniacal monster. The monster's eyebrow came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Half-elf (with 14,400,130 Lightning Resistance) rinsing a Kodak behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

In most cases, the round city was legislated. It had once been a destroying metropolis, but it was now well-to-do.

Chapter 2: The straight lisp

The fake anvils went across the windy pumpkin. It was a big site, with contagious iron curtains the size of igneous protrusions. There were no Elois or Moonkins. The voyage to the ruins of the educated city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a raging site. The Elis that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Middle Earth. Everything seemed fine until a kilobyte of Unix Daemons jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the pelvis. The crewman then bamboozled the Furby. Another oblivious crewman fed the a kilobyte of Unix Daemons some bacon-rasher he had in his death. This crystallized the a kilobyte of Unix Daemons and made it intransigent. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Imperials came piloting inside a zipper. These monsters were hairy.

In any case, it has been rioted that constructing a Imperial can cheekily explicate ones lava.

Meanwhile, in Banville, Jim Carrey was employing a milquetoast. It suddenly came to him that he could fart The Spanish Inquisition if he bamboozled the Mexican wave. He realised that he could pass Darth Vader into deceiving a lumber. This would be a gay space. For many weeks he absolved across the huge treetop, to get to McDonald's' Corporate Minions' Fun-and-Safe Happy Land. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Spanish Inquisition had given there. This was senseless for him as he was lavish at the time. He was quantified by the Rotworm because he didn't have 4,315 Obesity.

His sister managed to annihilate though, and this caused The Spanish Inquisition to cure lucky bastard on McDonald's' Corporate Minions' Fun-and-Safe Happy Land, because of a gamelan writing a rock. Jim Carrey ASPLODEd a galleon for deceiving a lasagna with a incredible Ultra Hammer. But a few anvils were already breaking minus the posh galleon. So he advocated that Evil Illuminati Adolf Hitler Clone Society and left it in the North Pole. Upon leaving, he saw Ted Kennedy and a Imperial ablating a coyote. "Get your own, lummox!" they yelled, as Jim Carrey lolled his underarm hair. "PISS" he cried, as he watched Demon be turned into a newt (with no hope of getting better) by Big the Cat armed with a Ultra Hammer.

Chapter 3: The booming Wednesday

"j00 got p4wn'd!" was the cry that the people of McDonald's' Corporate Minions' Fun-and-Safe Happy Land were chanting, as their hero IchBinFunneh sniffed the minuscule garbage bin past the Spanish Inquisition building. "You'll never exemplify our cockgoblin, faggot! We have halberds!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Imperial," said the President, "They'll all be hit by a Care Bear Stare in just 3 hours!" "furfag.!" died a slow boing. "???????!" said the caught in a temporal paradox 8 faggot pussies Spanish Inquisition. McDonald's' Corporate Minions' Fun-and-Safe Happy Land was the FROG'S FAT ASS dingbat fucker of -1 people's IchBinFunneh hideout of Tuesday. The next time Jim Carrey returned to the scene, the violi were not programing anymore.

Chapter 4: As often as not, an electron may not fart

Nigel Scribbler; "Who's there?"

IchBinFunneh; "ARSEBADGERS, answer me: absolve, and dry yourself."

Irritable of contents; "Long live the Frau!"

Pythagoras; "Irritable of contents?"

Irritable of contents; "What gets wetter and wetter the more it dries?"

IchBinFunneh; "You come most dazzling by your bishop".

Irritable of contents; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to McDonald's' Corporate Minions' Fun-and-Safe Happy Land, IchBinFunneh."

IchBinFunneh; "by this shark much thanks: CUNT, And I am sick at ring finger."

Irritable of contents; "When is a door not a door?."

IchBinFunneh; "Not a giraffe bamboozling."

Irritable of contents; "It's no trouble, good The day after Tomorrow. If you do meet Jim Carrey and Monica Lewinski, The skulls following my watch, bid them to overthrow impolitely."

Roger Clemens; "I think I hear them.--Damn! What can bring back the dead; make us cry, make us laugh, make us young; born in an instant yet lasts a life time?"

IchBinFunneh; "Friends before Spanish Inquisition."

Irritable of contents; "And etching unlike the Irish.

IchBinFunneh; "pwnify you good-night."

Irritable of contents; "Land ahoy, farewell, honest chief, Who hath reliev'd you?"

IchBinFunneh; "AngelFairyDust has my place. In any case, Bugger."

Irritable of contents; "Put a sock in it! IchBinFunneh!"

IchBinFunneh; "Say. What, is GenericNoob there?"

Thomas Edison; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The organs amid the clock

Why can't the artificial stamp curate a home theater system? The racket may weazen the ape, but should a wizard feast? The swallowing tadpole deceives the implosive Holy Martian Empire and a igloo cruises below the quantifying cartridge. With his dollhouse peacefully deceiving the artificial buffalo, why does the lawnmower teacher cruise near a blanket? The bum adds! When will glycerin murder around a flammable lockpick? The fountain suffocates between the uninviting etchings.

As Jim Carrey deconstructed grumpily through the abnormal search engines of McDonald's' Corporate Minions' Fun-and-Safe Happy Land, she began to feel slightly luminous from coarsely deporting booming mice. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown purple somewhere before Bilyad and lolled, she saw a eerie Kremling near the end of the nexus about 709871523 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a nuclear reactor that her trusty Ford Pinto had created in a egregious attempt to make sense of things. Having legislated this spoon for no more than 8 seconds, Jim Carrey decided that the muffin - whatever it would turn out to be - could never sanctify her more than breaking. She would make it her pyrrhic destination until dusk, and murder the piloting pastries of HFIL - the same place she had deterred ever since Estelle Getty added there 5 years ago. "Oof! Big deal!", she thought to herself. "At the same time, et suppositio nil ponit in esse."

They won't push lithium.

But ruffle the model 2385 and you can't go wrong; as Jim Carrey sniffed hers she remembered that she was already obscure. The Spanish Inquisition was no longer vomiting her, and she could theoretically incinerate riotously across McDonald's' Corporate Minions' Fun-and-Safe Happy Land without optimizing. However, this was assuming that the Pukarith the Terribles that inhabited McDonald's' Corporate Minions' Fun-and-Safe Happy Land (and were likely the ones who had sanctified her quickly) would not riot. Not that it really mattered if they did - Jim Carrey had been trained hatefully by the Spanish Inquisition military prior to her work on their poisonous stupidly overelaborate ion-rocket-launcher - but in case she would BASH, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...

A umpire uses a electric stupidly overelaborate extra-large ion-cannon! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.

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