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Bare with Me: infinity parabellum
Bare With Me: Episode Revolutions
One
Monsieur Hugz was a large bear of a man. His Mother was born on the bottom of a polar glacier, His father was the ancient spirit of bears.
nowadays work was hard and wet to come by, finding a new but experienced wage made musty sweat drip down the well fit hairs adorning Hugz buxom chest muscles that were big.
Madien Octopussy St. Cloud the third sat atop her pearl throne as the men rowed. 10 million of the buffest and 100 percent wagyu beef and human meatloaf fed minotaurs said stroke. as if heart attacks their arms were numb and yet, stroke.
She was four miles long and made of an ancient bark, unknown to any but those who would die in search of knowledge.
"you can have the answer to anything you want.. but then. painfully.. you die." wetly promised a witch in passing.
some dare to
To die and become a tree, beg pious men not to ever cut you down.
she, the ship, it was monikered
EAT
It traveled at Mach 1 through hurricane weathered waters that were wet and stormy. in a bad way.
Still. stroke.
as if lighting strikes the air sounded thirsty, like my ex. Outside the prison school located near a shitty looking beach full of rocks and .. unsavory types.
the stakes.were higher than Hubble.
trouble near, the criminal children within flipped their toothpicks made of hobo bone and some flicked up and down their counterfeit aztekian coins.
"oy, bitch bear. sounds a trite blimey outwhens, wence last time I eard that much racket mum tol me supposed youngest bruv he could only 'ave un more ticks o the YouTube. The Lord of the land had to sell his cousins soul just to clean up the mess. Finish your story."
"uh... ok. I'm sorry, no. I mean to say that it's not ok that you had to experience these things. I -"
Hugz was clearly nervous, he had been in search of a new gig and work for 10 foot tall half bear half Ice men who possessed the strength to snatch icebergs out of the frozen ocean with their bare claus and their bear claws and then toss said iceberg 7000 kilometers as the crow flies through a holy mountain.. didn't get hired very often.
He had a master's in education so with his looked and such he figured he could make a few dabloons stopping by wayward schools and teaching them the ills of living a bad life through dancing and rhyme.
yo he pulled shapes!
He said, "check it.."
eclectic breakdancing became almost crunk style type fosse
"yo. yo . don't be, doing crimes mofucka, life in prison is hard time like a sucka.. freaka freaka souls are not a joke, old heads tol...the toll of the weak broken by the cold, cope by smoking hope and awoken dead of day by loves joke.."
the salty macarana transformed into a dark interpretation of the lambada before it bacamt er new shuffle.
"I speak to -"
The crash was sick and eng.
Lish Siztner was the first to jump away and pull out her uranium and arsenic laced shiv. The wicked boat crashing though the wall stenched past darkest rot.
“Minotaurs, fouls of em!” She signed in Libyan sign language to the rest of the dusty class.
Hugz was nonplussed.
“I hate Tuesdays…” he bellowed as his eyes raged with blood and he warmed up his homemade lunch of lasagna with Cheetos on it.
The studio audience laughed so loud it sounded like the were forcing it so they got taken out back and busted up while replacements were located. This happened a lot.
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One
Monsieur Hugz was a large bear of a man. His Mother was born on the bottom of a polar glacier, His father was the ancient spirit of bears.
nowadays work was hard and wet to come by, finding a new but experienced wage made musty sweat drip down the well fit hairs adorning Hugz buxom chest muscles that were big.
Madien Octopussy St. Cloud the third sat atop her pearl throne as the men rowed. 10 million of the buffest and 100 percent wagyu beef and human meatloaf fed minotaurs said stroke. as if heart attacks their arms were numb and yet, stroke.
She was four miles long and made of an ancient bark, unknown to any but those who would die in search of knowledge.
"you can have the answer to anything you want.. but then. painfully.. you die." wetly promised a witch in passing.
some dare to
To die and become a tree, beg pious men not to ever cut you down.
she, the ship, it was monikered
EAT
It traveled at Mach 1 through hurricane weathered waters that were wet and stormy. in a bad way.
Still. stroke.
as if lighting strikes the air sounded thirsty, like my ex. Outside the prison school located near a shitty looking beach full of rocks and .. unsavory types.
the stakes.were higher than Hubble.
trouble near, the criminal children within flipped their toothpicks made of hobo bone and some flicked up and down their counterfeit aztekian coins.
"oy, bitch bear. sounds a trite blimey outwhens, wence last time I eard that much racket mum tol me supposed youngest bruv he could only 'ave un more ticks o the YouTube. The Lord of the land had to sell his cousins soul just to clean up the mess. Finish your story."
"uh... ok. I'm sorry, no. I mean to say that it's not ok that you had to experience these things. I -"
Hugz was clearly nervous, he had been in search of a new gig and work for 10 foot tall half bear half Ice men who possessed the strength to snatch icebergs out of the frozen ocean with their bare claus and their bear claws and then toss said iceberg 7000 kilometers as the crow flies through a holy mountain.. didn't get hired very often.
He had a master's in education so with his looked and such he figured he could make a few dabloons stopping by wayward schools and teaching them the ills of living a bad life through dancing and rhyme.
yo he pulled shapes!
He said, "check it.."
eclectic breakdancing became almost crunk style type fosse
"yo. yo . don't be, doing crimes mofucka, life in prison is hard time like a sucka.. freaka freaka souls are not a joke, old heads tol...the toll of the weak broken by the cold, cope by smoking hope and awoken dead of day by loves joke.."
the salty macarana transformed into a dark interpretation of the lambada before it bacamt er new shuffle.
"I speak to -"
The crash was sick and eng.
Lish Siztner was the first to jump away and pull out her uranium and arsenic laced shiv. The wicked boat crashing though the wall stenched past darkest rot.
“Minotaurs, fouls of em!” She signed in Libyan sign language to the rest of the dusty class.
Hugz was nonplussed.
“I hate Tuesdays…” he bellowed as his eyes raged with blood and he warmed up his homemade lunch of lasagna with Cheetos on it.
The studio audience laughed so loud it sounded like the were forcing it so they got taken out back and busted up while replacements were located. This happened a lot.
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