Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-16047389-20131113192401/@comment-16047389-20131125200155

Here is the story, as I have been able to assemble it. The grammar errors made it fairly difficult to interpret.

"Once upon a time:

The monstrous girlfriend had a Daedric cat, who she ate yogurt with after compulsively cheesing harmony at bliss Malacath. Suddenly, she said "potatoes are delicious when eaten. However, sweetrolls belong to Batman and Benito Mussolini.”

I bounced in with oranges. After five long days, I spat at Jean-Claude Van Damme's schlong which ate my uncooked  sweetroll. Then suddenly, an albatross came from England while stabbing Queen Potema in the epidermis butt, because she hated tacos with Cleopatra on television. Nevertheless, she spat out tacos while doing shizzle as a sentient corn chip.

I kicked puppies down the drain and sewers, because of “mama jeans” and tight lips whisper to that Batman farts while eating. Batman was shitting after eating with Mehrunes Dagon the cuddly (but evil) penguin slaughtered my horker maid. I ate, and she pooped pure gold Francium after eating tacos. I was mad at her father because he shovedherheadintoawoodstove. He didn't like giant muffins with chocolate and cinnamon.

With no one to kill Timeoin, because reasons like stuff and things that feel important enough to jump, with a fit fishy salesman who loves Pickle Seller and cannot like Pickles that poop gold, or Azura in Morrowind. So, HORKERS died very young, sadly, because rabbits are EVIL. But little did I know, the king of Daggerfall shouted that he wanted a shrubbery and salmon tasting. Blue frogs ate fishy salesman,  but wouldn't eat. Fishy salesman,  or ‘Fishysalesman’, could neither play an instrument, because “reasons”. And Martinis said “Fishy Sticks Johnson with Bob Leonardo Turtle Farengar Williams.” And said “Eat or drink puke, Will”.

Jarl Ballin's hat blows pipes in Azura's plane ticket stand. Malacath was very silly, because offices reek leeks, and freaks with hats made creeps with beeps. Then pens suddenly ripped open my massive dictatorship, because they were probably just too opulent to properly eat justice, because reasons are stupid and idiotic and dumb. Stupid people love potatoes. Ponies with vomiting wolves, strangely around the round table of Arthur’s fishies, spin quickly out of magic steaks. Oblivion is cooler then Battlefield or Minecraft for a circular razor named Nait Nelthar Jr. Who could raze,very well, the so very much liquid in Prague? Check-On-Volume, center of the antidisestablishmentarianism dragon, hates Overlord Harkon. Troll face is evil because blood is sweet and made fresh. Cuttlefish butt, yum. You hate mothers because the microwave fucks handbags. Nords that named his pet princess Fluffanufagus, like a male gamer Dunmer, creeps me out. Lavander does pokemon hard stuff, and soft Miraak juice is awesome. Heimsker, not sauce or intelligent Serana, bitch sexy, no! Falmer are not hot enough. Nope! But, Butt’s butt smells like a cheap old French worker in Iceland with a rash and a bad case of the diharrea parasite.

And they all lived happily ever after. The End."