The non-sequiter game!

We all want a piece of figgy pudding. I want the figgiest fig rolls in the rainforest. The animals fled to your mom's big fat, jiggly, pimpled and figgy pudding. Oh God, what is that thing jumping up and down? It's NOT a dolphin... it's yo mama! Burned my figgy pudding, she screamed in a eerie tone. "Fark!" he yelled because he was high on sharpie markers and airplane glue. The fumes really clean out your coffin. Nasty death odours send shivers down my lower parts in my pasta. It was not figgy pudding, but it became dangerously figgy. Quickly, because the fig is a little boy turning into a big man. I like my women who eats their vegetables.


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