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Once upon a horse Sonja feared the darkness across the river might
be too deep. Sighing, she turned and found a block of cheese
made of Venusian so she picked up a sword to pierce into the looming thicket.
"No!" said the block of cheese! "Don't go there!"
But the cheese did not know how to talk let alone feel its way through a rather nasty really deep swamp of tangled feelings.
And lo! They decided that they would wait until Chris the Taxidermist washed his hands. The hungry crocodile was his latest masterpiece-in-progress.
Steve the postman, drunkard and lout, delivered a letter thick with saliva to an unlikely woman who shouted "I want cheese!"
Don't we all?
But she didn't think before opening the letter. "Gouda!" she exclaimed, jumping over the moon.
"Are you crazy?" Steve asked adverbially. "Thumpingly, verily, thumpingly!" She exulted while chomping on Brie.
It was just what she wanted on prom night. Her beau was dressed in plaid pantaloons and purple loafers complete with six inch heels. Her beau wobbled and then toppled. "Kerplopple!" he puffed. Oh, how he hated high heels! He tossed his beautiful, long locks over the policeman's right thigh. Then moved her cheese!
"My Brie! Who do you think ate the Gouda?" Her finger pointed at the crocodile.

Once upon a horse Sonja feared the darkness across the river might
be too deep. Sighing, she turned and found a block of cheese
made of Venusian so she picked up a sword to pierce into the looming thicket.
"No!" said the block of cheese! "Don't go there!"
But the cheese did not know how to talk let alone feel its way through a rather nasty really deep swamp of tangled feelings.
And lo! They decided that they would wait until Chris the Taxidermist washed his hands. The hungry crocodile was his latest masterpiece-in-progress.
Steve the postman, drunkard and lout, delivered a letter thick with saliva to an unlikely woman who shouted "I want cheese!"
Don't we all?
But she didn't think before opening the letter. "Gouda!" she exclaimed, jumping over the moon.
"Are you crazy?" Steve asked adverbially. "Thumpingly, verily, thumpingly!" She exulted while chomping on Brie.
It was just what she wanted on prom night. Her beau was dressed in plaid pantaloons and purple loafers complete with six inch heels. Her beau wobbled and then toppled. "Kerplopple!" he puffed. Oh, how he hated high heels! He tossed his beautiful, long locks over the policeman's right thigh. Then moved her cheese!
"My Brie! Who do you think ate the Gouda?" Her finger pointed at the crocodile.
"I'm already stuffed!"

Once upon a horse Sonja feared the darkness across the river might
be too deep. Sighing, she turned and found a block of cheese
made of Venusian so she picked up a sword to pierce into the looming thicket.
"No!" said the block of cheese! "Don't go there!"
But the cheese did not know how to talk let alone feel its way through a rather nasty really deep swamp of tangled feelings.
And lo! They decided that they would wait until Chris the Taxidermist washed his hands. The hungry crocodile was his latest masterpiece-in-progress.
Steve the postman, drunkard and lout, delivered a letter thick with saliva to an unlikely woman who shouted "I want cheese!"
Don't we all?
But she didn't think before opening the letter. "Gouda!" she exclaimed, jumping over the moon.
"Are you crazy?" Steve asked adverbially. "Thumpingly, verily, thumpingly!" She exulted while chomping on Brie.
It was just what she wanted on prom night. Her beau was dressed in plaid pantaloons and purple loafers complete with six inch heels. Her beau wobbled and then toppled. "Kerplopple!" he puffed. Oh, how he hated high heels! He tossed his beautiful, long locks over the policeman's right thigh. Then moved her cheese!
"My Brie! Who do you think ate the Gouda?" Her finger pointed at the crocodile.
"I'm already stuffed!" he said. "I

Once upon a horse Sonja feared the darkness across the river might
be too deep. Sighing, she turned and found a block of cheese
made of Venusian so she picked up a sword to pierce into the looming thicket.
"No!" said the block of cheese! "Don't go there!"
But the cheese did not know how to talk let alone feel its way through a rather nasty really deep swamp of tangled feelings.
And lo! They decided that they would wait until Chris the Taxidermist washed his hands. The hungry crocodile was his latest masterpiece-in-progress.
Steve the postman, drunkard and lout, delivered a letter thick with saliva to an unlikely woman who shouted "I want cheese!"
Don't we all?
But she didn't think before opening the letter. "Gouda!" she exclaimed, jumping over the moon.
"Are you crazy?" Steve asked adverbially. "Thumpingly, verily, thumpingly!" She exulted while chomping on Brie.
It was just what she wanted on prom night. Her beau was dressed in plaid pantaloons and purple loafers complete with six inch heels. Her beau wobbled and then toppled. "Kerplopple!" he puffed. Oh, how he hated high heels! He tossed his beautiful, long locks over the policeman's right thigh. Then moved her cheese!
"My Brie! Who do you think ate the Gouda?" Her finger pointed at the crocodile.
"I'm already stuffed!" he said. "I know who did

[quote="Mira"]Once upon a horse Sonja feared the darkness across the river might
be too deep. Sighing, she turned and found a block of cheese
made of Venusian so she picked up a sword to pierce into the looming thicket.
"No!" said the block of cheese! "Don't go there!"
But the cheese did not know how to talk let alone feel its way through a rather nasty really deep swamp of tangled feelings.
And lo! They decided that they would wait until Chris the Taxidermist washed his hands. The hungry crocodile was his latest masterpiece-in-progress.
Steve the postman, drunkard and lout, delivered a letter thick with saliva to an unlikely woman who shouted "I want cheese!"
Don't we all?
But she didn't think before opening the letter. "Gouda!" she exclaimed, jumping over the moon.
"Are you crazy?" Steve asked adverbially. "Thumpingly, verily, thumpingly!" She exulted while chomping on Brie.
It was just what she wanted on prom night. Her beau was dressed in plaid pantaloons and purple loafers complete with six inch heels. Her beau wobbled and then toppled. "Kerplopple!" he puffed. Oh, how he hated high heels! He tossed his beautiful, long locks over the policeman's right thigh. Then moved her cheese!
"My Brie! Who do you think ate the Gouda?" Her finger pointed at the crocodile.
"I'm already stuffed!" he said. "I know who did it, hiss, hiss."

Once upon a horse Sonja feared the darkness across the river might
be too deep. Sighing, she turned and found a block of cheese
made of Venusian so she picked up a sword to pierce into the looming thicket.
"No!" said the block of cheese! "Don't go there!"
But the cheese did not know how to talk let alone feel its way through a rather nasty really deep swamp of tangled feelings.
And lo! They decided that they would wait until Chris the Taxidermist washed his hands. The hungry crocodile was his latest masterpiece-in-progress.
Steve the postman, drunkard and lout, delivered a letter thick with saliva to an unlikely woman who shouted "I want cheese!"
Don't we all?
But she didn't think before opening the letter. "Gouda!" she exclaimed, jumping over the moon.
"Are you crazy?" Steve asked adverbially. "Thumpingly, verily, thumpingly!" She exulted while chomping on Brie.
It was just what she wanted on prom night. Her beau was dressed in plaid pantaloons and purple loafers complete with six inch heels. Her beau wobbled and then toppled. "Kerplopple!" he puffed. Oh, how he hated high heels! He tossed his beautiful, long locks over the policeman's right thigh. Then moved her cheese!
"My Brie! Who do you think ate the Gouda?" Her finger pointed at the crocodile.
"I'm already stuffed!" he said. "I know who did it, hiss, hiss."
The drunken lout

Once upon a horse Sonja feared the darkness across the river might
be too deep. Sighing, she turned and found a block of cheese
made of Venusian so she picked up a sword to pierce into the looming thicket.
"No!" said the block of cheese! "Don't go there!"
But the cheese did not know how to talk let alone feel its way through a rather nasty really deep swamp of tangled feelings.
And lo! They decided that they would wait until Chris the Taxidermist washed his hands. The hungry crocodile was his latest masterpiece-in-progress.
Steve the postman, drunkard and lout, delivered a letter thick with saliva to an unlikely woman who shouted "I want cheese!"
Don't we all?
But she didn't think before opening the letter. "Gouda!" she exclaimed, jumping over the moon.
"Are you crazy?" Steve asked adverbially. "Thumpingly, verily, thumpingly!" She exulted while chomping on Brie.
It was just what she wanted on prom night. Her beau was dressed in plaid pantaloons and purple loafers complete with six inch heels. Her beau wobbled and then toppled. "Kerplopple!" he puffed. Oh, how he hated high heels! He tossed his beautiful, long locks over the policeman's right thigh. Then moved her cheese!
"My Brie! Who do you think ate the Gouda?" Her finger pointed at the crocodile.
"I'm already stuffed!" he said. "I know who did it, hiss, hiss."
The drunken lout pointed back. "You

Once upon a horse Sonja feared the darkness across the river might
be too deep. Sighing, she turned and found a block of cheese
made of Venusian so she picked up a sword to pierce into the looming thicket.
"No!" said the block of cheese! "Don't go there!"
But the cheese did not know how to talk let alone feel its way through a rather nasty really deep swamp of tangled feelings.
And lo! They decided that they would wait until Chris the Taxidermist washed his hands. The hungry crocodile was his latest masterpiece-in-progress.
Steve the postman, drunkard and lout, delivered a letter thick with saliva to an unlikely woman who shouted "I want cheese!"
Don't we all?
But she didn't think before opening the letter. "Gouda!" she exclaimed, jumping over the moon.
"Are you crazy?" Steve asked adverbially. "Thumpingly, verily, thumpingly!" She exulted while chomping on Brie.
It was just what she wanted on prom night. Her beau was dressed in plaid pantaloons and purple loafers complete with six inch heels. Her beau wobbled and then toppled. "Kerplopple!" he puffed. Oh, how he hated high heels! He tossed his beautiful, long locks over the policeman's right thigh. Then moved her cheese!
"My Brie! Who do you think ate the Gouda?" Her finger pointed at the crocodile.
"I'm already stuffed!" he said. "I know who did it, hiss, hiss."
The drunken lout pointed back. "You are a fake!"

Once upon a horse Sonja feared the darkness across the river might
be too deep. Sighing, she turned and found a block of cheese
made of Venusian so she picked up a sword to pierce into the looming thicket.
"No!" said the block of cheese! "Don't go there!"
But the cheese did not know how to talk let alone feel its way through a rather nasty really deep swamp of tangled feelings.
And lo! They decided that they would wait until Chris the Taxidermist washed his hands. The hungry crocodile was his latest masterpiece-in-progress.
Steve the postman, drunkard and lout, delivered a letter thick with saliva to an unlikely woman who shouted "I want cheese!"
Don't we all?
But she didn't think before opening the letter. "Gouda!" she exclaimed, jumping over the moon.
"Are you crazy?" Steve asked adverbially. "Thumpingly, verily, thumpingly!" She exulted while chomping on Brie.
It was just what she wanted on prom night. Her beau was dressed in plaid pantaloons and purple loafers complete with six inch heels. Her beau wobbled and then toppled. "Kerplopple!" he puffed. Oh, how he hated high heels! He tossed his beautiful, long locks over the policeman's right thigh. Then moved her cheese!
"My Brie! Who do you think ate the Gouda?" Her finger pointed at the crocodile.
"I'm already stuffed!" he said. "I know who did it, hiss, hiss."
The drunken lout pointed back. "You are a fake!"
"You caught me!"