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IContainMultitudes

IContainMultitudes

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The person who posts the weirdest and most random thing *wins*!
And there's no losers!

Just to kick things off:

 
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@qwerty
"This duck is very happy to be off to tease some chickens"




The foot color of this booby is the same as Jeremy Hillary Boob's face.
At least it is on my screen.
 
An unhealthy relative rocks with a roadweary star.
The climbing theorist thinks past every relief.
Can the girl concede to a backlash debate?
The arithmetic winner duplicates a surplus, but decries the multiplicative inverse.
He is wrong, of course. Morally wrong, say some.

Cats wash up on every shore, wielding pertinent overflows for the number juggling champ.
"Alleviate the impertinence," cries the winner, too whiny for words. "Young lady, yield. Deliberately yield," he says.
The undesirable relative continues to rock.
The scholar climbs farther than alleviation allows while the felines appear to be continually howling, shoreline-wise.
"Lighten the impudence," cries the victor. "Intentionally yield," he says.
"Cockatrice," she sighs. "I defy you."

The researcher climbs more distant precipices than reduction permits and sees that the cats have all the earmarks of infinite yowling, prowling the susurrant shore.

"Help! The impudence," cries the math-minded victor. "Deliberately yield," he says.

"Cockatrice, thou Feather Weight, thou Bucky-Ball," she murmurs,
" I challenge you. Concede the debate. Cure the ailing relative. Replenish the surplus. Wink at me no more...."
The scientist places wreaths upon the heads of half the cats. 'The remainder of the herd will be a control group,' he thinks to himself, well pleased.

Meanwhile, the pathetic winner, the victor, the math-minded whiz kid, shrieks "Purposely yield" one last time, before the debilitated relative revives and puts an end to him.

"Ah," mumbles the girl. "Cockatrice, the math virtuoso, was a workday cotton hardship at best." She pets the cats.
The scientist accumulates some pebbles, bam bam bam fast like that, one after 2 others and more than life frequently allows.
"That arithmetic winner was such a sow," whispers the relative.
 
An administrator reveals the crossbreed faker.. He atones, then pronounces the fatal curse.
At the point when the guardian yields, his undesirable girl followed after him crying, "Sweetheart. Come to me."
The senseless animal she bore...too late he took in the untruths she tried to conceal.
A ruffian with a velvet sack---unleashed.

Will his tirade, as Vesuvius destroyed so many innocents that day, overwhelm the shabby prostitute?
His sham lover. The cross breed's mother. The sackless, leashless beast?
The genius identifies with the mortal's stinging concern. "The vision binds us together."

An old mollusk effectively slides wantonly toward our prostitutes, transmitting musk, musk, musk.
Dancing attendance to the queen begins to bore the mortal and he veers toward the musky mollusk.
The whores yell out, "Too soon, Oh crazy beast. Be tolerant.Learn to wait. Wait like a spider. Wait the way we wait."
 
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