Rage of the Carrots 2015

[Avonu]

pink

[Koni]

Sulleys

thanks to Kalah

[wimfrits]

, savagely

[Panda Tar]

, preposterously,

[Karmakeld]

yet gracefully,

[Avonu]

trashed

[Panda Tar]

simpering

(let this last sentence express that much! hohoho)

[wimfrits]

pudding-faced

[parcaleste]

excuse

[Kalah]

of a duck.

This year's story:
The beastly fork sticked to tasty pork instead of the intergalactic gargle blaster turnip. Unfortunately, the rabbit glued by increasing magnetic rapidly jumped down the other side of space. However, since Tuesday morning, pink worms cooked slowly, mutating dorbeetles with great lumps of enchanted plasticine sticks. Unfathomable was peanutbutter. Curiously, a wizard stroled chanting purposefully looking like Madness wearing authentic polka-dotted red rags. Meanwhile upside-down a woodcreeper crept lazily towards a cross-eyed, bow-legged, balrog eating pink-dotted rotten banana splits without Peanut-butter.

Essence of gaint mutated cucumbers, intoxicated yet green coloured hairy salesmen waddled unsuspecting little carrot moose Terminators. Surprisingly, the clouds darkened Jabba's belly amplifier. Several incompetent flaming scoundrels jeopardized dancing leprechauns by throwing legions of squirming, green-skinned, blazing, Norwegian trolls painting spider-shaped cauliflowers. Curiously misspelled pest control struck unsuspecting elves reflecting undead apoplectic Aqrabuamelus with fluffy pandas.

"Whooohoooo! Your pants smells of purulent anogenital strawberries stuffed with poisoned candies, cried our magnanimous two-faced assassin of bespectacled and bald-headed teddy-bears. This stuffing greatly preponderant lol sodomized a flock of morphing mammals, while unarmed robots rallied banana-shaped pterodactyls in order to destroy a tiny, purple jabberwocky talking Rumpelstiltskin into the deep spoon of gravy. Slippery slope caused major tremendous and spectral cucumbers to slide between the highest, most authentic beaver juggling stagily over a set of drunk and slobbering violet slugs, causing King Joffrey to imprison Avonu naked.

Laughing chickens swooping around the streets suddenly wondered: "How much woodchucks are roaming beneath thirteen Santas and rainbows full of incredibly incredible incredibility?" Forgotten shrines shone brightly allover hidden boroughs of thunder and mud splattered like water-balloons over grumpy thin-leathered pancakes beanpoles mimicking a mimic masquerading and wet pancakes.

Finally, several silver parakeets flew coconuts and juicy turkeys by fluttering their feathered heads into a pineapple flavored and cursed willful white feathered turkey.Silently, invisible spiders gathered peanut-butter with catmint, but the hulking sapodilla rolled nonsensically over little WTF shouting angry nightcrawlers possessed by unpredictable carrots. "Yes!" Still time is curiously stretching thin when we yell amidst the storms, blustering outside terrible thunderbirds, and never ever scratch ThunderTitan's shiny metal sausages. Then, the moose jumped awkwardly into the mouth of obscene-looking pink Sulleys, savagely, preposterously, yet gracefully, trashed simpering pudding-faced excuse of a duck.

Thank you, everybody.