Enid Blyton realized she was the incarnation of Marilyn Manson who looked like a Chimpanzee. The general populace ignored this fact because no one could really tell what she was. But they all were in agreement that she had bad taste in video games, prone to the gayest leisures ever known: Pokemon and Yu-Gi-Oh. One day she went to the store to buy tight leather pants and the store said we have
Istanbul, Owner of Stax's Soul 4B
Legendary Creature-Thief
Whenever ~ is dealt damage, if you control a creature named Stax, you may sacrifice that creature to prevent all damage dealt to ~ this turn.
6/3
When aliens arrived republicans killed them. Robot Bob Dole activated the laser and anal probe, and the aliens didn't know what was going on. By the time they figured it out, it was too late. The aliens only wanted to sell them used cars and coconut air fresheners. Unfortunately, that plan was doomed to failure because of the new judge
The flaming fish couldn't wear green pants because he was legless. Alcohol, though, made him a flying fish. He thought that Catwoman was the receptionist at the psychiatrists. The fish flew around and decided that blue looked bad on his upper leg (I thought we just said he was legless?), but on his dorsal fin it smelled of oranges.
Now, usually fish prefer lemon, but sometimes they're allergic causing leg growth in odd places. When this happens, oranges are the solution. They're used as flame retardant lubrication agents that gross out the local librarian unions. In fact, some of the fish were really quite pretty when they grew random legs all over their scaley little bodies. This gave the appearance that they were missing links. Fish Leg sales in France were nowhere near as high as expected which in-turn meant that bananas went unused.
The Puerto Ricans were up to their ears in bananas and naked ladies, though the latter of the batter made some pancakes. Some of the fish and lemons decided that it never existed so wrote it off as just another complete psychotic episode. The rest of the fish especially the yellow ones, lemon like and lime like wanted
The flaming fish couldn't wear green pants because he was legless. Alcohol, though, made him a flying fish. He thought that Catwoman was the receptionist at the psychiatrists. The fish flew around and decided that blue looked bad on his upper leg (I thought we just said he was legless?), but on his dorsal fin it smelled of oranges.
Now, usually fish prefer lemon, but sometimes they're allergic causing leg growth in odd places. When this happens, oranges are the solution. They're used as flame retardant lubrication agents that gross out the local librarian unions. In fact, some of the fish were really quite pretty when they grew random legs all over their scaley little bodies. This gave the appearance that they were missing links. Fish Leg sales in France were nowhere near as high as expected which in-turn meant that bananas went unused.
The Puerto Ricans were up to their ears in bananas and naked ladies, though the latter of the batter
"Call me Ishmael," said Steve. "I eat squirrel poop."
"Riiiiiiiight..." I said, sitting on my pet squirrel, Louie. As the little vermin was sleeping, I flipped off the lights so Steve would leave.
"Why? Why?" Steve wailed as I took away his last hope.
Now that Steve's gone, I contemplated on what I was before my assassin days. At one time, I was bodyguard to mutant into a Ninja Monkey Bear, though I swear that I thought he was a bunny. I was also vaguely remembering the broken English assassins who I once accidentally flashed signs at and who started dancing the macarena.
Reverie over, my jaw dropped as, suddenly appearing were thousands of tiny little flying hermaphraditic all-consuming locusts. They buzzed menacingly into The Room with tiny pink bows. They shrieked incessantly and attacked the coffee table maliciously. I was appalled by the shredding of all that pine and oak. And soon I felt astonished when Steve unzipped his"Call me Ishmael," said Steve. "I eat squirrel poop."
"Riiiiiiiight..." I said, sitting on my pet squirrel, Louie. As the little vermin was sleeping, I flipped off the lights so Steve would leave.
"Why? Why?" Steve wailed as I took away his last hope.
Now that Steve's gone, I contemplated on what I was before my assassin days. At one time, I was bodyguard to mutant into a Ninja Monkey Bear, though I swear that I thought he was a bunny. I was also vaguely remembering the broken English assassins who I once accidentally flashed signs at and who started dancing the macarena.
Reverie over, my jaw dropped as, suddenly appearing were thousands of tiny little flying hermaphraditic all-consuming locusts. They buzzed menacingly into The Room with tiny pink bows. They shrieked incessantly and attacked the coffee table maliciously. I was appalled by the shredding of all that pine and oak. And soon I felt astonished when Steve unzipped his coat and showed his tiny banana
Legendary Creature-Thief
Whenever ~ is dealt damage, if you control a creature named Stax, you may sacrifice that creature to prevent all damage dealt to ~ this turn.
6/3
Creature-Titan
Trample
G : Regenerate ~
9/6
Now, usually fish prefer lemon, but sometimes they're allergic causing leg growth in odd places. When this happens, oranges are the solution. They're used as flame retardant lubrication agents that gross out the local librarian unions. In fact, some of the fish were really quite pretty when they grew random legs all over their scaley little bodies. This gave the appearance that they were missing links. Fish Leg sales in France were nowhere near as high as expected which in-turn meant that bananas went unused.
The Puerto Ricans were up to their ears in bananas and naked ladies, though the latter of the batter made some pancakes. Some of the fish and lemons decided that it never existed so wrote it off as just another complete psychotic episode. The rest of the fish especially the yellow ones, lemon like and lime like wanted
Instant
Destroy target articact. If it is destroyed this way, remove it from the game.
I wish I had a Holy Hand Gernade.
Legendary Creature-Human Distributor
When ~ comes into play, if you are drinking beer, put 2 +1/+1 counters on ~,
Now, usually fish prefer lemon, but sometimes they're allergic causing leg growth in odd places. When this happens, oranges are the solution. They're used as flame retardant lubrication agents that gross out the local librarian unions. In fact, some of the fish were really quite pretty when they grew random legs all over their scaley little bodies. This gave the appearance that they were missing links. Fish Leg sales in France were nowhere near as high as expected which in-turn meant that bananas went unused.
The Puerto Ricans were up to their ears in bananas and naked ladies, though the latter of the batter
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"Riiiiiiiight..." I said, sitting on my pet squirrel, Louie. As the little vermin was sleeping, I flipped off the lights so Steve would leave.
"Why? Why?" Steve wailed as I took away his last hope.
Now that Steve's gone, I contemplated on what I was before my assassin days. At one time, I was bodyguard to mutant into a Ninja Monkey Bear, though I swear that I thought he was a bunny. I was also vaguely remembering the broken English assassins who I once accidentally flashed signs at and who started dancing the macarena.
Reverie over, my jaw dropped as, suddenly appearing were thousands of tiny little flying hermaphraditic all-consuming locusts. They buzzed menacingly into The Room with tiny pink bows. They shrieked incessantly and attacked the coffee table maliciously. I was appalled by the shredding of all that pine and oak. And soon I felt astonished when Steve unzipped his"Call me Ishmael," said Steve. "I eat squirrel poop."
"Riiiiiiiight..." I said, sitting on my pet squirrel, Louie. As the little vermin was sleeping, I flipped off the lights so Steve would leave.
"Why? Why?" Steve wailed as I took away his last hope.
Now that Steve's gone, I contemplated on what I was before my assassin days. At one time, I was bodyguard to mutant into a Ninja Monkey Bear, though I swear that I thought he was a bunny. I was also vaguely remembering the broken English assassins who I once accidentally flashed signs at and who started dancing the macarena.
Reverie over, my jaw dropped as, suddenly appearing were thousands of tiny little flying hermaphraditic all-consuming locusts. They buzzed menacingly into The Room with tiny pink bows. They shrieked incessantly and attacked the coffee table maliciously. I was appalled by the shredding of all that pine and oak. And soon I felt astonished when Steve unzipped his coat and showed his tiny banana
I wish I owned my own IHOP.
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