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AJ recalls the time we went to Merclober. It is a perilous story of bravery and magnitude.
The grendilows had been viciously exploiting fisherman's quagmareres, it had become known. Soon they were to participate in what was left to be an adventure of yisterdau. "I can't believe how much they emporiorised in what was to be a fragile monstrosity!" rhumatised Gerrid sleepliy.
"Yes, I agree with the emplovious wit of tree suckers!"
Replied AJ, to a steam of good-fortune.
They walked on further, making sure that the exploitations would not come to a close any time in the near backward truth. Gerrid was beginning to bypass a cheese grove, and AJ had passaged his ways through the apprehensive route of a dewester.
"Unbelievable,"
They murmerd, in usionic chorus! They were shocked to see that their arrival at the kingdom of heartcheese had been shortlived. Gerrid had bypassed a certain speculational subject, while AJ had manicured his teeth to almost certain complecity.
"What fabulousity!"
Gerrid shouted, unable to hold himself bacvk once he saw the prumple creature that likes to be known as the French Magnitudation.
"Yes,"
AJ mumbled,
“But we shall need more than just the Buxom Wenchmobile to catagorise this creature!"
So off they set, back towards the gates of Merclober, where the mighty Buxom Wenchmobile would be used as a tracking device for the forlanic morantadus.
They reached the Buxom Wenchmobile, sorry for their sins and their apocathies.
"What crapytosentos!"
Gerrid shouted.
"The Buxom Wenchmobile has been vandalised by a Shrewsburystick!"
"Shocking!"
Agreed AJ, to the extent of a pig.
"I can't believe how many solid weeks of bladder juices will be ridden of to get this back to emproperty!"
The two of them were very prumple with enviousity, but they couldn't help but realise that if they were to succeed in their floppeligents, then they would need more strong will and freedom of cheese to slippage the factory workers
They set of towards Mercolber, in the vandalised Buxom Wenchmobile, where they were sure they would find the answers to their monkeys.
Merclober could now be seen in the distance - the windy and straight road would soon come to a finalisation. The Buxom Wenchmobile was showing signs of flatuentlation and would need to be stopped soon so it could be refilled with orang-utangs. They would conceal the vital process inducted towards the left side of a fisherman's cheese.
Sure enough, they reached Merclober in a storm of sausages - they were not the only people to arrive at Merclober in such fashion though, as 2 other mysterious characters could be seen emerging from a fortified escalator just backwards from their left hand exhaust pipe.
"Good prumpleness!"
One of them said to AJ, who replied with a grapefruit, which he drew up out of his armbag.
"We don't want that!"
The other person said, and catastrpophically they made their way through the gates of Merclober, failing to look back at AJ and gerrid, who looked like they had been trodden on by a wardobe with 7 left toenails.
They walked into the town centre of Merclober, unaware of the cheese grated fashion stallations that were to engulf them in the previous container of sideways.
"I find this town rather tansfastic!"
Shouted AJ, with a mouthful of yelololow carrots. People stared at him, while Gerrid pretended he had just painted his nostrils all 4 colours of the sunbow.
"I really think you should calm yourself down to a riot."
Gerrid advised him - it was correct, as ever - Gerrid was always correct, except on Tuesdays, when he seemed to develop a severe case of dislextensia in the left hip plantment.
They advanced forwards, hoping to meet up with 'The Marshall of the Cartletts', who they seeked to help them on their quest for the vandaliser of the Buxom Wenchmobile!
It was known that 'The Marshall of the Cartletts' made his way north to the emporium of delight on a Saturdau - today however, was Wednesdau, so he would probably be found in his tavern, drinking for his lost dustbin. AJ walked over to an old woman to ask for directions, while Gerrid walked into a shop - it was aptly named 'The Shop'. Gerrid was so aroused by this name that he uttered the one statement 3 times. "Good golly and a packet of cheese” Was that statement.
Aj was having no luck whatsoever though - he had asked many a good citizen, but still nothing had become.
They met up approximately 17 seconds after this outburst of caravans, and Gerrid was so frustrated that he stapled his nose to a lamppost, and almost forgot that lampposts didn't exist. They trudged on further into the city of Merclober, but still they had no found the secret character of whom they were looking.
Merclober was a vast city - it stretched for miles upon miles upon centimeters, and was completely filled to the brim with cheese-grating-priest-developers, and this brand of monkeys couldn't only string a perlexion leftwards, but they could experiment with bamboo backwards - they had hard lives.
Gerrid and AJ were stumped to see that the priests were all out of town on this very fine and ludicrisiousos day. They headed up towards the Nocturn at the rear-end of the city. The Nocturn was where they expected to find the clue they had been searching for for some time. When they reached the Nocturn, they indeed did find the clue they had been looking for - it came in the form of a purple squirrel, and when they saw it, Gerrid couldn't help but uttering the words,
"Snosage mcgloop"
This was not what they had expected at all. They took the letter it was holding and moved into a small shelter to read...
Gerrid made sure all was clear - there were to be no priests strutting around at this time in milliseconds. AJ opened the letter with his nostrils, and Gerrid took out the plonk coloured envelope concealed inside.
"Cartablanges!"
Shouted AJ in dismay.
"We have been fooled! It is a fake Buxom Wenchmobile we have been riding in the past few days! It is the old model, the one with customary vandalism inprinted!"
"Curses!"
Gerrid shouted, unable to control his temper, which was trying to leap out and poison fish like a barrel of smoke. They quickly ran back through the town, but as they reached the exit, the priests came from their houses, and they had big, nasty, evil, mean, horrible, terrible, ugly, furious looks on their faces - Gerrid and AJ knew what to do however, and took out his Roofteniser! He used the Roofteniser to blow a hole right through the middle of these strange creatures, and Gerrid and AJ ran on climbing into the fake Wenchmobile, and quickly heading back to their own base, which could be quickly seen in the distance.
They skidded to a halt in front of their hideout, and Gerrid pulled out a gun –
"I fear the man who placed this fake Buxom Wenchmobile will still be hiding in the area!"
He used his scanner, and scanned all the nearby treeberries.
"There is a figure located leftwards from the watery pond! We must check this out!"
They ran through the foresty woresty, and AJ pulled out his Flamethrower.
They reached a clearing, and in the clearing sat The Buxom Wenchmobile - in The Buxom Wenchmobile however, was an evil Chelumba - in the Chelumba however, there was an evil grin, and the Chelumba pressed the accelerator, and zoomed off through the forest. AJ and Gerrid tried to grab on - Gerrid succeeded, but AJ, didn't. His hand lost the grip and he fell to the ground, hard. The Chelumba didn't seem to be aware of Gerrid's presence, and he cackled insanely inside the vehicle. He stopped cackling though, when Gerrid shoved a smapple in his mouth. "Take that, evil fiendish creature!" Gerrid shouted at him, but his triumphant smile quickly faded as they headed towards the cliff....
They were heading for the cliff, and it looked like sudden death, but out of nowhere came a sparrow. It leaped onto the road in front of The Buxom Wenchmobile, and as the Buxom Wenchmobile smashed into it, Gerrid came flying from the Buxom Wenchmobile, landing in a heap on the ground, and the Wenchmobile also fell with a large smash. The Chelumba was gone, never to be seen again on a Tuesday.
This sparrow flew off, just as AJ was seen running towards Gerrid and the Buxom Wenchmobile - the Wenchmobile looked destroyed, hanging half way off the cliff, all smashed up, while Gerrid was lying in a heap next to it, clinging on. Gerrid was hanging from the Wenchmobile now, using all his remaining strength to pull himself upwards. AJ did the same, trying to revive Gerrid while also trying to prevent the one true Buxom Wenchmobile from falling to it's death. Gerrid came around, just as a hoard of Chelumbas marched out of the woods. "What now?" AJ mumbled… while Gerrid just stared…
Then the old AJ fell to sleep. He will relay the rest of the story when he wakes from his slumber...
(Copyrighted and All Rights Reserved, Gerrid and AfroJoe Inc 2017)
The grendilows had been viciously exploiting fisherman's quagmareres, it had become known. Soon they were to participate in what was left to be an adventure of yisterdau. "I can't believe how much they emporiorised in what was to be a fragile monstrosity!" rhumatised Gerrid sleepliy.
"Yes, I agree with the emplovious wit of tree suckers!"
Replied AJ, to a steam of good-fortune.
They walked on further, making sure that the exploitations would not come to a close any time in the near backward truth. Gerrid was beginning to bypass a cheese grove, and AJ had passaged his ways through the apprehensive route of a dewester.
"Unbelievable,"
They murmerd, in usionic chorus! They were shocked to see that their arrival at the kingdom of heartcheese had been shortlived. Gerrid had bypassed a certain speculational subject, while AJ had manicured his teeth to almost certain complecity.
"What fabulousity!"
Gerrid shouted, unable to hold himself bacvk once he saw the prumple creature that likes to be known as the French Magnitudation.
"Yes,"
AJ mumbled,
“But we shall need more than just the Buxom Wenchmobile to catagorise this creature!"
So off they set, back towards the gates of Merclober, where the mighty Buxom Wenchmobile would be used as a tracking device for the forlanic morantadus.
They reached the Buxom Wenchmobile, sorry for their sins and their apocathies.
"What crapytosentos!"
Gerrid shouted.
"The Buxom Wenchmobile has been vandalised by a Shrewsburystick!"
"Shocking!"
Agreed AJ, to the extent of a pig.
"I can't believe how many solid weeks of bladder juices will be ridden of to get this back to emproperty!"
The two of them were very prumple with enviousity, but they couldn't help but realise that if they were to succeed in their floppeligents, then they would need more strong will and freedom of cheese to slippage the factory workers
They set of towards Mercolber, in the vandalised Buxom Wenchmobile, where they were sure they would find the answers to their monkeys.
Merclober could now be seen in the distance - the windy and straight road would soon come to a finalisation. The Buxom Wenchmobile was showing signs of flatuentlation and would need to be stopped soon so it could be refilled with orang-utangs. They would conceal the vital process inducted towards the left side of a fisherman's cheese.
Sure enough, they reached Merclober in a storm of sausages - they were not the only people to arrive at Merclober in such fashion though, as 2 other mysterious characters could be seen emerging from a fortified escalator just backwards from their left hand exhaust pipe.
"Good prumpleness!"
One of them said to AJ, who replied with a grapefruit, which he drew up out of his armbag.
"We don't want that!"
The other person said, and catastrpophically they made their way through the gates of Merclober, failing to look back at AJ and gerrid, who looked like they had been trodden on by a wardobe with 7 left toenails.
They walked into the town centre of Merclober, unaware of the cheese grated fashion stallations that were to engulf them in the previous container of sideways.
"I find this town rather tansfastic!"
Shouted AJ, with a mouthful of yelololow carrots. People stared at him, while Gerrid pretended he had just painted his nostrils all 4 colours of the sunbow.
"I really think you should calm yourself down to a riot."
Gerrid advised him - it was correct, as ever - Gerrid was always correct, except on Tuesdays, when he seemed to develop a severe case of dislextensia in the left hip plantment.
They advanced forwards, hoping to meet up with 'The Marshall of the Cartletts', who they seeked to help them on their quest for the vandaliser of the Buxom Wenchmobile!
It was known that 'The Marshall of the Cartletts' made his way north to the emporium of delight on a Saturdau - today however, was Wednesdau, so he would probably be found in his tavern, drinking for his lost dustbin. AJ walked over to an old woman to ask for directions, while Gerrid walked into a shop - it was aptly named 'The Shop'. Gerrid was so aroused by this name that he uttered the one statement 3 times. "Good golly and a packet of cheese” Was that statement.
Aj was having no luck whatsoever though - he had asked many a good citizen, but still nothing had become.
They met up approximately 17 seconds after this outburst of caravans, and Gerrid was so frustrated that he stapled his nose to a lamppost, and almost forgot that lampposts didn't exist. They trudged on further into the city of Merclober, but still they had no found the secret character of whom they were looking.
Merclober was a vast city - it stretched for miles upon miles upon centimeters, and was completely filled to the brim with cheese-grating-priest-developers, and this brand of monkeys couldn't only string a perlexion leftwards, but they could experiment with bamboo backwards - they had hard lives.
Gerrid and AJ were stumped to see that the priests were all out of town on this very fine and ludicrisiousos day. They headed up towards the Nocturn at the rear-end of the city. The Nocturn was where they expected to find the clue they had been searching for for some time. When they reached the Nocturn, they indeed did find the clue they had been looking for - it came in the form of a purple squirrel, and when they saw it, Gerrid couldn't help but uttering the words,
"Snosage mcgloop"
This was not what they had expected at all. They took the letter it was holding and moved into a small shelter to read...
Gerrid made sure all was clear - there were to be no priests strutting around at this time in milliseconds. AJ opened the letter with his nostrils, and Gerrid took out the plonk coloured envelope concealed inside.
"Cartablanges!"
Shouted AJ in dismay.
"We have been fooled! It is a fake Buxom Wenchmobile we have been riding in the past few days! It is the old model, the one with customary vandalism inprinted!"
"Curses!"
Gerrid shouted, unable to control his temper, which was trying to leap out and poison fish like a barrel of smoke. They quickly ran back through the town, but as they reached the exit, the priests came from their houses, and they had big, nasty, evil, mean, horrible, terrible, ugly, furious looks on their faces - Gerrid and AJ knew what to do however, and took out his Roofteniser! He used the Roofteniser to blow a hole right through the middle of these strange creatures, and Gerrid and AJ ran on climbing into the fake Wenchmobile, and quickly heading back to their own base, which could be quickly seen in the distance.
They skidded to a halt in front of their hideout, and Gerrid pulled out a gun –
"I fear the man who placed this fake Buxom Wenchmobile will still be hiding in the area!"
He used his scanner, and scanned all the nearby treeberries.
"There is a figure located leftwards from the watery pond! We must check this out!"
They ran through the foresty woresty, and AJ pulled out his Flamethrower.
They reached a clearing, and in the clearing sat The Buxom Wenchmobile - in The Buxom Wenchmobile however, was an evil Chelumba - in the Chelumba however, there was an evil grin, and the Chelumba pressed the accelerator, and zoomed off through the forest. AJ and Gerrid tried to grab on - Gerrid succeeded, but AJ, didn't. His hand lost the grip and he fell to the ground, hard. The Chelumba didn't seem to be aware of Gerrid's presence, and he cackled insanely inside the vehicle. He stopped cackling though, when Gerrid shoved a smapple in his mouth. "Take that, evil fiendish creature!" Gerrid shouted at him, but his triumphant smile quickly faded as they headed towards the cliff....
They were heading for the cliff, and it looked like sudden death, but out of nowhere came a sparrow. It leaped onto the road in front of The Buxom Wenchmobile, and as the Buxom Wenchmobile smashed into it, Gerrid came flying from the Buxom Wenchmobile, landing in a heap on the ground, and the Wenchmobile also fell with a large smash. The Chelumba was gone, never to be seen again on a Tuesday.
This sparrow flew off, just as AJ was seen running towards Gerrid and the Buxom Wenchmobile - the Wenchmobile looked destroyed, hanging half way off the cliff, all smashed up, while Gerrid was lying in a heap next to it, clinging on. Gerrid was hanging from the Wenchmobile now, using all his remaining strength to pull himself upwards. AJ did the same, trying to revive Gerrid while also trying to prevent the one true Buxom Wenchmobile from falling to it's death. Gerrid came around, just as a hoard of Chelumbas marched out of the woods. "What now?" AJ mumbled… while Gerrid just stared…
Then the old AJ fell to sleep. He will relay the rest of the story when he wakes from his slumber...
(Copyrighted and All Rights Reserved, Gerrid and AfroJoe Inc 2017)
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AJ recalls the time we went to Merclober. It is a perilous story of bravery and magnitude.
The grendilows had been viciously exploiting fisherman's quagmareres, it had become known. Soon they were to participate in what was left to be an adventure of yisterdau. "I can't believe how much they emporiorised in what was to be a fragile monstrosity!" rhumatised Gerrid sleepliy.
"Yes, I agree with the emplovious wit of tree suckers!"
Replied AJ, to a steam of good-fortune.
They walked on further, making sure that the exploitations would not come to a close any time in the near backward truth. Gerrid was beginning to bypass a cheese grove, and AJ had passaged his ways through the apprehensive route of a dewester.
"Unbelievable,"
They murmerd, in usionic chorus! They were shocked to see that their arrival at the kingdom of heartcheese had been shortlived. Gerrid had bypassed a certain speculational subject, while AJ had manicured his teeth to almost certain complecity.
"What fabulousity!"
Gerrid shouted, unable to hold himself bacvk once he saw the prumple creature that likes to be known as the French Magnitudation.
"Yes,"
AJ mumbled,
“But we shall need more than just the Buxom Wenchmobile to catagorise this creature!"
So off they set, back towards the gates of Merclober, where the mighty Buxom Wenchmobile would be used as a tracking device for the forlanic morantadus.
They reached the Buxom Wenchmobile, sorry for their sins and their apocathies.
"What crapytosentos!"
Gerrid shouted.
"The Buxom Wenchmobile has been vandalised by a Shrewsburystick!"
"Shocking!"
Agreed AJ, to the extent of a pig.
"I can't believe how many solid weeks of bladder juices will be ridden of to get this back to emproperty!"
The two of them were very prumple with enviousity, but they couldn't help but realise that if they were to succeed in their floppeligents, then they would need more strong will and freedom of cheese to slippage the factory workers
They set of towards Mercolber, in the vandalised Buxom Wenchmobile, where they were sure they would find the answers to their monkeys.
Merclober could now be seen in the distance - the windy and straight road would soon come to a finalisation. The Buxom Wenchmobile was showing signs of flatuentlation and would need to be stopped soon so it could be refilled with orang-utangs. They would conceal the vital process inducted towards the left side of a fisherman's cheese.
Sure enough, they reached Merclober in a storm of sausages - they were not the only people to arrive at Merclober in such fashion though, as 2 other mysterious characters could be seen emerging from a fortified escalator just backwards from their left hand exhaust pipe.
"Good prumpleness!"
One of them said to AJ, who replied with a grapefruit, which he drew up out of his armbag.
"We don't want that!"
The other person said, and catastrpophically they made their way through the gates of Merclober, failing to look back at AJ and gerrid, who looked like they had been trodden on by a wardobe with 7 left toenails.
They walked into the town centre of Merclober, unaware of the cheese grated fashion stallations that were to engulf them in the previous container of sideways.
"I find this town rather tansfastic!"
Shouted AJ, with a mouthful of yelololow carrots. People stared at him, while Gerrid pretended he had just painted his nostrils all 4 colours of the sunbow.
"I really think you should calm yourself down to a riot."
Gerrid advised him - it was correct, as ever - Gerrid was always correct, except on Tuesdays, when he seemed to develop a severe case of dislextensia in the left hip plantment.
They advanced forwards, hoping to meet up with 'The Marshall of the Cartletts', who they seeked to help them on their quest for the vandaliser of the Buxom Wenchmobile!
It was known that 'The Marshall of the Cartletts' made his way north to the emporium of delight on a Saturdau - today however, was Wednesdau, so he would probably be found in his tavern, drinking for his lost dustbin. AJ walked over to an old woman to ask for directions, while Gerrid walked into a shop - it was aptly named 'The Shop'. Gerrid was so aroused by this name that he uttered the one statement 3 times. "Good golly and a packet of cheese” Was that statement.
Aj was having no luck whatsoever though - he had asked many a good citizen, but still nothing had become.
They met up approximately 17 seconds after this outburst of caravans, and Gerrid was so frustrated that he stapled his nose to a lamppost, and almost forgot that lampposts didn't exist. They trudged on further into the city of Merclober, but still they had no found the secret character of whom they were looking.
Merclober was a vast city - it stretched for miles upon miles upon centimeters, and was completely filled to the brim with cheese-grating-priest-developers, and this brand of monkeys couldn't only string a perlexion leftwards, but they could experiment with bamboo backwards - they had hard lives.
Gerrid and AJ were stumped to see that the priests were all out of town on this very fine and ludicrisiousos day. They headed up towards the Nocturn at the rear-end of the city. The Nocturn was where they expected to find the clue they had been searching for for some time. When they reached the Nocturn, they indeed did find the clue they had been looking for - it came in the form of a purple squirrel, and when they saw it, Gerrid couldn't help but uttering the words,
"Snosage mcgloop"
This was not what they had expected at all. They took the letter it was holding and moved into a small shelter to read...
Gerrid made sure all was clear - there were to be no priests strutting around at this time in milliseconds. AJ opened the letter with his nostrils, and Gerrid took out the plonk coloured envelope concealed inside.
"Cartablanges!"
Shouted AJ in dismay.
"We have been fooled! It is a fake Buxom Wenchmobile we have been riding in the past few days! It is the old model, the one with customary vandalism inprinted!"
"Curses!"
Gerrid shouted, unable to control his temper, which was trying to leap out and poison fish like a barrel of smoke. They quickly ran back through the town, but as they reached the exit, the priests came from their houses, and they had big, nasty, evil, mean, horrible, terrible, ugly, furious looks on their faces - Gerrid and AJ knew what to do however, and took out his Roofteniser! He used the Roofteniser to blow a hole right through the middle of these strange creatures, and Gerrid and AJ ran on climbing into the fake Wenchmobile, and quickly heading back to their own base, which could be quickly seen in the distance.
They skidded to a halt in front of their hideout, and Gerrid pulled out a gun –
"I fear the man who placed this fake Buxom Wenchmobile will still be hiding in the area!"
He used his scanner, and scanned all the nearby treeberries.
"There is a figure located leftwards from the watery pond! We must check this out!"
They ran through the foresty woresty, and AJ pulled out his Flamethrower.
They reached a clearing, and in the clearing sat The Buxom Wenchmobile - in The Buxom Wenchmobile however, was an evil Chelumba - in the Chelumba however, there was an evil grin, and the Chelumba pressed the accelerator, and zoomed off through the forest. AJ and Gerrid tried to grab on - Gerrid succeeded, but AJ, didn't. His hand lost the grip and he fell to the ground, hard. The Chelumba didn't seem to be aware of Gerrid's presence, and he cackled insanely inside the vehicle. He stopped cackling though, when Gerrid shoved a smapple in his mouth. "Take that, evil fiendish creature!" Gerrid shouted at him, but his triumphant smile quickly faded as they headed towards the cliff....
They were heading for the cliff, and it looked like sudden death, but out of nowhere came a sparrow. It leaped onto the road in front of The Buxom Wenchmobile, and as the Buxom Wenchmobile smashed into it, Gerrid came flying from the Buxom Wenchmobile, landing in a heap on the ground, and the Wenchmobile also fell with a large smash. The Chelumba was gone, never to be seen again on a Tuesday.
This sparrow flew off, just as AJ was seen running towards Gerrid and the Buxom Wenchmobile - the Wenchmobile looked destroyed, hanging half way off the cliff, all smashed up, while Gerrid was lying in a heap next to it, clinging on. Gerrid was hanging from the Wenchmobile now, using all his remaining strength to pull himself upwards. AJ did the same, trying to revive Gerrid while also trying to prevent the one true Buxom Wenchmobile from falling to it's death. Gerrid came around, just as a hoard of Chelumbas marched out of the woods. "What now?" AJ mumbled… while Gerrid just stared…
Then the old AJ fell to sleep. He will relay the rest of the story when he wakes from his slumber...
(Copyrighted and All Rights Reserved, Gerrid and AfroJoe Inc 2017)
The grendilows had been viciously exploiting fisherman's quagmareres, it had become known. Soon they were to participate in what was left to be an adventure of yisterdau. "I can't believe how much they emporiorised in what was to be a fragile monstrosity!" rhumatised Gerrid sleepliy.
"Yes, I agree with the emplovious wit of tree suckers!"
Replied AJ, to a steam of good-fortune.
They walked on further, making sure that the exploitations would not come to a close any time in the near backward truth. Gerrid was beginning to bypass a cheese grove, and AJ had passaged his ways through the apprehensive route of a dewester.
"Unbelievable,"
They murmerd, in usionic chorus! They were shocked to see that their arrival at the kingdom of heartcheese had been shortlived. Gerrid had bypassed a certain speculational subject, while AJ had manicured his teeth to almost certain complecity.
"What fabulousity!"
Gerrid shouted, unable to hold himself bacvk once he saw the prumple creature that likes to be known as the French Magnitudation.
"Yes,"
AJ mumbled,
“But we shall need more than just the Buxom Wenchmobile to catagorise this creature!"
So off they set, back towards the gates of Merclober, where the mighty Buxom Wenchmobile would be used as a tracking device for the forlanic morantadus.
They reached the Buxom Wenchmobile, sorry for their sins and their apocathies.
"What crapytosentos!"
Gerrid shouted.
"The Buxom Wenchmobile has been vandalised by a Shrewsburystick!"
"Shocking!"
Agreed AJ, to the extent of a pig.
"I can't believe how many solid weeks of bladder juices will be ridden of to get this back to emproperty!"
The two of them were very prumple with enviousity, but they couldn't help but realise that if they were to succeed in their floppeligents, then they would need more strong will and freedom of cheese to slippage the factory workers
They set of towards Mercolber, in the vandalised Buxom Wenchmobile, where they were sure they would find the answers to their monkeys.
Merclober could now be seen in the distance - the windy and straight road would soon come to a finalisation. The Buxom Wenchmobile was showing signs of flatuentlation and would need to be stopped soon so it could be refilled with orang-utangs. They would conceal the vital process inducted towards the left side of a fisherman's cheese.
Sure enough, they reached Merclober in a storm of sausages - they were not the only people to arrive at Merclober in such fashion though, as 2 other mysterious characters could be seen emerging from a fortified escalator just backwards from their left hand exhaust pipe.
"Good prumpleness!"
One of them said to AJ, who replied with a grapefruit, which he drew up out of his armbag.
"We don't want that!"
The other person said, and catastrpophically they made their way through the gates of Merclober, failing to look back at AJ and gerrid, who looked like they had been trodden on by a wardobe with 7 left toenails.
They walked into the town centre of Merclober, unaware of the cheese grated fashion stallations that were to engulf them in the previous container of sideways.
"I find this town rather tansfastic!"
Shouted AJ, with a mouthful of yelololow carrots. People stared at him, while Gerrid pretended he had just painted his nostrils all 4 colours of the sunbow.
"I really think you should calm yourself down to a riot."
Gerrid advised him - it was correct, as ever - Gerrid was always correct, except on Tuesdays, when he seemed to develop a severe case of dislextensia in the left hip plantment.
They advanced forwards, hoping to meet up with 'The Marshall of the Cartletts', who they seeked to help them on their quest for the vandaliser of the Buxom Wenchmobile!
It was known that 'The Marshall of the Cartletts' made his way north to the emporium of delight on a Saturdau - today however, was Wednesdau, so he would probably be found in his tavern, drinking for his lost dustbin. AJ walked over to an old woman to ask for directions, while Gerrid walked into a shop - it was aptly named 'The Shop'. Gerrid was so aroused by this name that he uttered the one statement 3 times. "Good golly and a packet of cheese” Was that statement.
Aj was having no luck whatsoever though - he had asked many a good citizen, but still nothing had become.
They met up approximately 17 seconds after this outburst of caravans, and Gerrid was so frustrated that he stapled his nose to a lamppost, and almost forgot that lampposts didn't exist. They trudged on further into the city of Merclober, but still they had no found the secret character of whom they were looking.
Merclober was a vast city - it stretched for miles upon miles upon centimeters, and was completely filled to the brim with cheese-grating-priest-developers, and this brand of monkeys couldn't only string a perlexion leftwards, but they could experiment with bamboo backwards - they had hard lives.
Gerrid and AJ were stumped to see that the priests were all out of town on this very fine and ludicrisiousos day. They headed up towards the Nocturn at the rear-end of the city. The Nocturn was where they expected to find the clue they had been searching for for some time. When they reached the Nocturn, they indeed did find the clue they had been looking for - it came in the form of a purple squirrel, and when they saw it, Gerrid couldn't help but uttering the words,
"Snosage mcgloop"
This was not what they had expected at all. They took the letter it was holding and moved into a small shelter to read...
Gerrid made sure all was clear - there were to be no priests strutting around at this time in milliseconds. AJ opened the letter with his nostrils, and Gerrid took out the plonk coloured envelope concealed inside.
"Cartablanges!"
Shouted AJ in dismay.
"We have been fooled! It is a fake Buxom Wenchmobile we have been riding in the past few days! It is the old model, the one with customary vandalism inprinted!"
"Curses!"
Gerrid shouted, unable to control his temper, which was trying to leap out and poison fish like a barrel of smoke. They quickly ran back through the town, but as they reached the exit, the priests came from their houses, and they had big, nasty, evil, mean, horrible, terrible, ugly, furious looks on their faces - Gerrid and AJ knew what to do however, and took out his Roofteniser! He used the Roofteniser to blow a hole right through the middle of these strange creatures, and Gerrid and AJ ran on climbing into the fake Wenchmobile, and quickly heading back to their own base, which could be quickly seen in the distance.
They skidded to a halt in front of their hideout, and Gerrid pulled out a gun –
"I fear the man who placed this fake Buxom Wenchmobile will still be hiding in the area!"
He used his scanner, and scanned all the nearby treeberries.
"There is a figure located leftwards from the watery pond! We must check this out!"
They ran through the foresty woresty, and AJ pulled out his Flamethrower.
They reached a clearing, and in the clearing sat The Buxom Wenchmobile - in The Buxom Wenchmobile however, was an evil Chelumba - in the Chelumba however, there was an evil grin, and the Chelumba pressed the accelerator, and zoomed off through the forest. AJ and Gerrid tried to grab on - Gerrid succeeded, but AJ, didn't. His hand lost the grip and he fell to the ground, hard. The Chelumba didn't seem to be aware of Gerrid's presence, and he cackled insanely inside the vehicle. He stopped cackling though, when Gerrid shoved a smapple in his mouth. "Take that, evil fiendish creature!" Gerrid shouted at him, but his triumphant smile quickly faded as they headed towards the cliff....
They were heading for the cliff, and it looked like sudden death, but out of nowhere came a sparrow. It leaped onto the road in front of The Buxom Wenchmobile, and as the Buxom Wenchmobile smashed into it, Gerrid came flying from the Buxom Wenchmobile, landing in a heap on the ground, and the Wenchmobile also fell with a large smash. The Chelumba was gone, never to be seen again on a Tuesday.
This sparrow flew off, just as AJ was seen running towards Gerrid and the Buxom Wenchmobile - the Wenchmobile looked destroyed, hanging half way off the cliff, all smashed up, while Gerrid was lying in a heap next to it, clinging on. Gerrid was hanging from the Wenchmobile now, using all his remaining strength to pull himself upwards. AJ did the same, trying to revive Gerrid while also trying to prevent the one true Buxom Wenchmobile from falling to it's death. Gerrid came around, just as a hoard of Chelumbas marched out of the woods. "What now?" AJ mumbled… while Gerrid just stared…
Then the old AJ fell to sleep. He will relay the rest of the story when he wakes from his slumber...
(Copyrighted and All Rights Reserved, Gerrid and AfroJoe Inc 2017)
Vey Good Gerrid, Well done.
You can't possibly have read it that quickly.
It is completered!
It has been set out in a different way from mine though. No matterus!
It has been set out in a different way from mine though. No matterus!
heh, you clever fiend!
it's easy to read in three minutes, I read it in less than two,
it was rubbish *cackles insanely*
it was rubbish *cackles insanely*
WelshMiyamoto wrote:
> Vey Good Gerrid, Well done.
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It was mine. Mine!
Ahem. Gerrid's is in my thread. :-D
> Vey Good Gerrid, Well done.
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It was mine. Mine!
Ahem. Gerrid's is in my thread. :-D
AJ wrote it!
Give AJ the credit!
Give AJ the credit!
gerrid wrote:
> AJ wrote it!
> Give AJ the credit!
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Yeah!
And then give Gerrid credit in my post! Of cheese!
*Nods*
> AJ wrote it!
> Give AJ the credit!
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Yeah!
And then give Gerrid credit in my post! Of cheese!
*Nods*
*agrees*
*plump*
*plump*
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