Rage of the Carrots 2013

[jeff]

the

[Koni]

peaceable

[Kalah]

monkies

[Gaidal Cain]

"Christmas began", said the Grandfather Frost popsicle licking icing outside of the only thingy. Angel of Illumination cast a mystifying radiance song, enchanting the Wizengamot abhorring whatever pink panthers roamed around the mulberry bogs. Meanwhile, several dunderheads gallivanted around on mopeds, and transubstantiating every elf into pudding. The giant Gaint stumbled, morphing, slowly, moseyed, into unmutated places, while hammering horseshoers shoehorned multiple yellow Ringwraiths into smelly rotten, dungy Triffids, shining like bright shiny dung-beetles. Horned moose droppings began oozing from the squirmiest trees unto tastefully arranged bushes of exploding kumquats. The moose pranced but didn't dance. Disappointed mammoths trampled the dancing leprechauns while solving ultimate eleventh-order, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious puzzles because bananas were not quite as slippery as fake. Once upon uptime geese swam endlessly towards western shores.

Meanwhile, twin triple parasitic programmers lurked under every possible table while bells jingled far, far from the highest aardvark's mushroom, grinding all that ate sharp-edged, banana-shaped, razor-cutting leaves while nearby gremlins and enraged the peacable monkies.

. Periods

[jeff]

of

[wimfrits]

exciting

[Koni]

adventures

[Gaidal Cain]

abruptly

[Kalah]

Ending

[wimfrits]

carrot-like

[jeff]

flavoring

[Koni]

in

[Gaidal Cain]

Xanadu

[Kalah]

bay.

That's it for this year's Holidays spam, everybody! What I suggest is that we continue this story next time instead of starting a new one. That way, we can get a longer story. We should also look into that grammar thing TT was talking about. See you around!

"Christmas began", said the Grandfather Frost popsicle licking icing outside of the only thingy. Angel of Illumination cast a mystifying radiance song, enchanting the Wizengamot abhorring whatever pink panthers roamed around the mulberry bogs. Meanwhile, several dunderheads gallivanted around on mopeds, and transubstantiating every elf into pudding. The giant Gaint stumbled, morphing, slowly, moseyed, into unmutated places, while hammering horseshoers shoehorned multiple yellow Ringwraiths into smelly rotten, dungy Triffids, shining like bright shiny dung-beetles. Horned moose droppings began oozing from the squirmiest trees unto tastefully arranged bushes of exploding kumquats. The moose pranced but didn't dance. Disappointed mammoths trampled the dancing leprechauns while solving ultimate eleventh-order, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious puzzles because bananas were not quite as slippery as fake. Once upon uptime geese swam endlessly towards western shores.

Meanwhile, twin triple parasitic programmers lurked under every possible table while bells jingled far, far from the highest aardvark's mushroom, grinding all that ate sharp-edged, banana-shaped, razor-cutting leaves while nearby gremlins and enraged the peacable monkies. Periods of exciting adventures abrubtly ending carrot-like flavouring in Xanadu bay.