The Serious Christmas Story Summary of 2013
Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 11:48 pm
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Today, just Mophus smiled whilst everyone else smugly pedalled festive spirits.
"Behold my Chsitmas-y sparkles!" yelled a host, Boris. "Their sparkly caparace trembles beneath unfulfilled underwear!" he exclaimed exclamatorily.
Suddenly, there transmutated several gross underwear golems, reaking like putrid radishes.
"Brassicaceae!" announced a furious Sonja swinging by Hissssa, while everyone procrastinated effortlessly yet Mophus's smile instilled terrors forever.
Theeeeeeeeeeeee wizards grew fungus to elasticate octopus occulli.
Forthwith, all the undergarments enervated by voluminous volumetric volcanoes voluminously vulcanised vorticosely.
Alliteratively, all alternating archmasters aggressively alluded anachronistically, awesomely and altruistically, absolutely to all affordable alchemists.
Hissssa exploded with unbridled kaleidoscopic joyfulness, unwittingly demonstrating rudimentary gene-splicing.
After Iaido gibbered gibbon-like gibberish, "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!" Leyla retorted.
Eventually, incalculable golems festively paraded in lavish ballgowns unabashed by wobbly gelatinous imaginary gnome-people.
Aroc flew high-er than Gnatu despite encumbering and impeding several nasty wizardly golems with his gnome-like appendages.
"By gnome-like generals!" exclaimed Aroc, unbeknownst to incorrigible Mophus' smile.
Frowning, Sonja removed removeable redundancies, reducing redundant remonstrations.
Hubblebubble was conjuring images 'twixt many bouts of osteogenesis-ish-ness.
"Gadzooks!" exclaimed a pervy ostrich! "Gadzooks, Ostriches! Here??"
Dinner was alfresco, obviously. Lunch never stood a snowflake's chance of ever being found in time though.
"Materializers materialistically stole thingies," suggested Linflas phenomenologically, angrily, and disorientedly even though incensed about radicalised incense.
Mana-mana, mana caster was certainly indisposed, yet obstreperously, shouted skywards, hoping that one crow when called upon would gather many Acorns.
Meanwhile, back at Gothmog's, maiden's sister's room-mate's half-sister's mother's hamster-like gerbils of nastiness incarnate, nobody suspected the Spanish.
"What frightfully despicable luck," ejaculated Watson bereft of sense & sensibility because woodlice infested his undergarments posthumously while his golems' tailor's uncle's tennis partner's spud-merchant fiddled incessantly yet tenderly.
Later, poodle Frou-frou waddled through Mophus's fancy pantaloons whilst Daroou ralphed "Vexations!" Vexirks voiced viciously.
"Whence goes Banville," asked Lord Order, "And whom the blazes was singing Meatloaf?"
Badgers badged at Sonja, strangely devoid, stripeless with tinsel-replacement machines.
"Fuse badgerstripes with sausages marinated in Leyla's crockpot. Forsooth!" yelled Daroou, weirdly.
Boris still harboured lusty thoughts regarding Daroou's gibberish and nonsensical botanical tyrannical pumpernickel. Both secretly disgusted Iaido, whom Tiggy partied furiously with Boris's knickers with.
Iaido, flummoxed by indiginous ouitus.
Algor-ithm-ic logic seeped out from crevices rich in Mophus's juicy forehead explosion holes.
Frisbees frizzed frenetically, systematically spurning Leif's valiance by accommodating multitudinous hamsters.
Sweaty bags of corbum Flavoured zombies affectionately mauled Christmas enervations, dutifully quaffing egg-nog-flavoured Vi screamer-filled concoction brewed ale.
"By Thor's father's squidgy nodules!" spluttered Stamm.
Aghast, Algor affirmed Aroc's alcoholic albatross.
Airwing alleviated many oddities, pickled by incomprehensible trollins, who incorrigibly unified neo-existentialist hamsters.
"Dagnabit! Surely Vexirks irk dastardly the philosophies," cried an ectoplasmic Ghost.
"Thither!" shouted Mophus and-KABOOM!!!
Wait.
Syra, paradoxically enervated repetitious spells like ful and mon vi, through the medium of interpretive pants was perplexed design by constipated dragons.
Androgynous acolytes amorously amplified liquide's aliteration dependency.
Gando awoke,and realised that the whole affair had been a hilarious, if somewhat perplexing, misunderstanding, and he had in fact been dreaming all along; a wave of amused relief washed over him as he recollected each and every surreal detail, and he went merrily about his way, a happy and festive man, failing to read the subtle and vaguely sinister sub-text embedded within the dream, the suspicious use of grammatical notations, and the disturbing implementation of the word "gnome".
And they all lived happily ever after.
The End
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Today, just Mophus smiled whilst everyone else smugly pedalled festive spirits.
"Behold my Chsitmas-y sparkles!" yelled a host, Boris. "Their sparkly caparace trembles beneath unfulfilled underwear!" he exclaimed exclamatorily.
Suddenly, there transmutated several gross underwear golems, reaking like putrid radishes.
"Brassicaceae!" announced a furious Sonja swinging by Hissssa, while everyone procrastinated effortlessly yet Mophus's smile instilled terrors forever.
Theeeeeeeeeeeee wizards grew fungus to elasticate octopus occulli.
Forthwith, all the undergarments enervated by voluminous volumetric volcanoes voluminously vulcanised vorticosely.
Alliteratively, all alternating archmasters aggressively alluded anachronistically, awesomely and altruistically, absolutely to all affordable alchemists.
Hissssa exploded with unbridled kaleidoscopic joyfulness, unwittingly demonstrating rudimentary gene-splicing.
After Iaido gibbered gibbon-like gibberish, "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!" Leyla retorted.
Eventually, incalculable golems festively paraded in lavish ballgowns unabashed by wobbly gelatinous imaginary gnome-people.
Aroc flew high-er than Gnatu despite encumbering and impeding several nasty wizardly golems with his gnome-like appendages.
"By gnome-like generals!" exclaimed Aroc, unbeknownst to incorrigible Mophus' smile.
Frowning, Sonja removed removeable redundancies, reducing redundant remonstrations.
Hubblebubble was conjuring images 'twixt many bouts of osteogenesis-ish-ness.
"Gadzooks!" exclaimed a pervy ostrich! "Gadzooks, Ostriches! Here??"
Dinner was alfresco, obviously. Lunch never stood a snowflake's chance of ever being found in time though.
"Materializers materialistically stole thingies," suggested Linflas phenomenologically, angrily, and disorientedly even though incensed about radicalised incense.
Mana-mana, mana caster was certainly indisposed, yet obstreperously, shouted skywards, hoping that one crow when called upon would gather many Acorns.
Meanwhile, back at Gothmog's, maiden's sister's room-mate's half-sister's mother's hamster-like gerbils of nastiness incarnate, nobody suspected the Spanish.
"What frightfully despicable luck," ejaculated Watson bereft of sense & sensibility because woodlice infested his undergarments posthumously while his golems' tailor's uncle's tennis partner's spud-merchant fiddled incessantly yet tenderly.
Later, poodle Frou-frou waddled through Mophus's fancy pantaloons whilst Daroou ralphed "Vexations!" Vexirks voiced viciously.
"Whence goes Banville," asked Lord Order, "And whom the blazes was singing Meatloaf?"
Badgers badged at Sonja, strangely devoid, stripeless with tinsel-replacement machines.
"Fuse badgerstripes with sausages marinated in Leyla's crockpot. Forsooth!" yelled Daroou, weirdly.
Boris still harboured lusty thoughts regarding Daroou's gibberish and nonsensical botanical tyrannical pumpernickel. Both secretly disgusted Iaido, whom Tiggy partied furiously with Boris's knickers with.
Iaido, flummoxed by indiginous ouitus.
Algor-ithm-ic logic seeped out from crevices rich in Mophus's juicy forehead explosion holes.
Frisbees frizzed frenetically, systematically spurning Leif's valiance by accommodating multitudinous hamsters.
Sweaty bags of corbum Flavoured zombies affectionately mauled Christmas enervations, dutifully quaffing egg-nog-flavoured Vi screamer-filled concoction brewed ale.
"By Thor's father's squidgy nodules!" spluttered Stamm.
Aghast, Algor affirmed Aroc's alcoholic albatross.
Airwing alleviated many oddities, pickled by incomprehensible trollins, who incorrigibly unified neo-existentialist hamsters.
"Dagnabit! Surely Vexirks irk dastardly the philosophies," cried an ectoplasmic Ghost.
"Thither!" shouted Mophus and-KABOOM!!!
Wait.
Syra, paradoxically enervated repetitious spells like ful and mon vi, through the medium of interpretive pants was perplexed design by constipated dragons.
Androgynous acolytes amorously amplified liquide's aliteration dependency.
Gando awoke,and realised that the whole affair had been a hilarious, if somewhat perplexing, misunderstanding, and he had in fact been dreaming all along; a wave of amused relief washed over him as he recollected each and every surreal detail, and he went merrily about his way, a happy and festive man, failing to read the subtle and vaguely sinister sub-text embedded within the dream, the suspicious use of grammatical notations, and the disturbing implementation of the word "gnome".
And they all lived happily ever after.
The End
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Maybe we're in Sparta