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Well I love the 3 word game, been reading it going backwards from 371. I decided to try and put it into 1 big text file. So far it's greatly entertaining,has the potential in being longest presidential speech ever written, most random one for sure. Well enjoy the first 25 pages. Plan on doing 25 pages a night, should take a week or two 
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A Pepsi bottle is good for many things, but not hammering nails. Hammering nails is a responsibility which manicurists learn in a prison that kills its prisoners. A cancelled check means big trouble Unless a penis is put to a display along the lips of Franklin Delano Roosevelt, whose bank account was unaffected by the fact that Eleanor went shopping and paid $1,000,000 for my Duesenberg Car. But it's hell on mileage, and doesn't fit in my public Parking Space.
So, I gave up got a chauffeur , the Jewish Horn, and told Truman, "Drive like a... man, you Missouri Snake." He wasn't impressed since racism was clearly irrelevant though rumors hinted at a sordid affair with Jane although no one could figure out that his pants could never have feared fear itself since the Canadians ate them all.
" Who dares to imagine what kind of Peanut Butter the Newfies might use for lubricants instead of using the finest brand cod liver oil. No one likes fish flavoured cock, except sexy fishmongers who don't smell that bad, though they dislike showering without soap from the fat of a farting pig. What they like is easy to imagine if you first learn to speak pig latin from the pulpit of John. I slide in easiest when I'm thicker than a pencil but less thick than the chunnel.
Why do I think of Mildred when I know Mildred thinks of ways to torture someone other than Me, myself, I.
I don't want to want a condom that my mother bought at the Dollar Tree, I would rather just sit on A good pair LPSG members whose members are HUGE. A survey found that surveys are real pushy assholes. Tick, tick, tick tock,tock,tock the mouse said "Fuck me, Pecker."
"I'm not that Anita Bryant, bitch!!"
Florida orange juice freshly squeezes out the tip of the proverbial iceberg made from concentrate to which Anita rubbed all over appreciative Bert Parks. Her Latino houseboy snapped many photos quien diga, "Yo... no tengo tiempo" to listen to those gringos whining "porque son tan" which translated to because they're so 'gringoish,' you know dirty, yet hot. And i DO! But not too unhygenic if you listen to Pecker's Big Dick Jamz that result in an extremely funny case of athlete's jock itch.
Britney and her dog K-Fed gave birth outside yet another tabloid featured lovenest trailer park. Fuck, that was gross to imagine when you threw up big chunks of fat ugly dick grotesquely hairy balls.
What the FUCK are you doing in my backyard with a pair of bloody gloves and a set of furlined boots from my closet up your ass?
I was just on my way to my teacher's pink-decorated bourdois car to get some Kumquats. Why do you ask? Never mind why assinine inquiries, but were very large horses to be fucking a diva making her tremolo like Jeanette MacDonald's when Nelson Eddy majorly assfucked George Washington's vice-president lurking behind closed doors. A dimly lit mind squeaked as quoth the raven "Give me more..." but being insatiable he lunged forward and reached for impaling himself on both of you. Investigating detective said, "There's something fishy . . . tuna, I think... sushi, most certainly... but nevertheless smelly sashimi crime scene"
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A Pepsi bottle is good for many things, but not hammering nails. Hammering nails is a responsibility which manicurists learn in a prison that kills its prisoners. A cancelled check means big trouble Unless a penis is put to a display along the lips of Franklin Delano Roosevelt, whose bank account was unaffected by the fact that Eleanor went shopping and paid $1,000,000 for my Duesenberg Car. But it's hell on mileage, and doesn't fit in my public Parking Space.
So, I gave up got a chauffeur , the Jewish Horn, and told Truman, "Drive like a... man, you Missouri Snake." He wasn't impressed since racism was clearly irrelevant though rumors hinted at a sordid affair with Jane although no one could figure out that his pants could never have feared fear itself since the Canadians ate them all.
" Who dares to imagine what kind of Peanut Butter the Newfies might use for lubricants instead of using the finest brand cod liver oil. No one likes fish flavoured cock, except sexy fishmongers who don't smell that bad, though they dislike showering without soap from the fat of a farting pig. What they like is easy to imagine if you first learn to speak pig latin from the pulpit of John. I slide in easiest when I'm thicker than a pencil but less thick than the chunnel.
Why do I think of Mildred when I know Mildred thinks of ways to torture someone other than Me, myself, I.
I don't want to want a condom that my mother bought at the Dollar Tree, I would rather just sit on A good pair LPSG members whose members are HUGE. A survey found that surveys are real pushy assholes. Tick, tick, tick tock,tock,tock the mouse said "Fuck me, Pecker."
"I'm not that Anita Bryant, bitch!!"
Florida orange juice freshly squeezes out the tip of the proverbial iceberg made from concentrate to which Anita rubbed all over appreciative Bert Parks. Her Latino houseboy snapped many photos quien diga, "Yo... no tengo tiempo" to listen to those gringos whining "porque son tan" which translated to because they're so 'gringoish,' you know dirty, yet hot. And i DO! But not too unhygenic if you listen to Pecker's Big Dick Jamz that result in an extremely funny case of athlete's jock itch.
Britney and her dog K-Fed gave birth outside yet another tabloid featured lovenest trailer park. Fuck, that was gross to imagine when you threw up big chunks of fat ugly dick grotesquely hairy balls.
What the FUCK are you doing in my backyard with a pair of bloody gloves and a set of furlined boots from my closet up your ass?
I was just on my way to my teacher's pink-decorated bourdois car to get some Kumquats. Why do you ask? Never mind why assinine inquiries, but were very large horses to be fucking a diva making her tremolo like Jeanette MacDonald's when Nelson Eddy majorly assfucked George Washington's vice-president lurking behind closed doors. A dimly lit mind squeaked as quoth the raven "Give me more..." but being insatiable he lunged forward and reached for impaling himself on both of you. Investigating detective said, "There's something fishy . . . tuna, I think... sushi, most certainly... but nevertheless smelly sashimi crime scene"
