"Anniversary joyous Thomas!" Everyone screamed as they went out of their hiding place. "Big surprised!" The foreign legion screamed. The Thomas faints. Two hours later, it awakened. "Thank you to all!" The boy said soft anniversary. It rubbed himself the stomach of Pomadoro, and the posterior neighborhoods of Toro. The colossal animals purred as babies cat. All was fantastic in the legion. There was peace. They celebrated. The world was in security.
"To open my first gift please!" Fashilo says Thomas. The sea horse slipped on the slick ground in drinks Thomas with an attached gift to his back. Thomas had the gift outside the horse of sea, it was a not very humid one and had seaweeds on him, but Thomas does not have the spirit to all. This are its better friends. It opened the present with a big one to smile. The group organizes itself around Thomas to see what it was. It supported, it was a new pair of pants! The Thomas immediately to put them, it does not have the spirit changes and to put itself to nude in front of of its better friends in the entire world. Some members began preparing itself, but they were stopped by a familiar voice. A voice that resounds demon. Someone of the members of the urinated Legion their pants. Urinated Thomas in his pants nine.
"That would you say the opening of my present?" Voice demon said that it passed its fingers in his magnificent moustache. The Thomas could not stop urinating. Demon Mario took a sword of his jacket and pointed heading for the young supple boys. "Open it now." Mario said. It slipped a file envelops on the table to Thomas. trembling of the hands of Thomas took the envelope. It opens it, and began crying. Wholesale characters of fatty printing press on a paper leaf was the word "ransom!"
On the bottom of the document is a picture that haunts the Thomas, it was his better friend, his honor boy, his lover, Edward. It was tied up with a gag in the mouth. It did not carry any clothing. Sudden, the Mario threw a fumigating grenade and disappeared by the door before. The world was in a storm of gigantic fuck.
At the time of the execution, Mario has gone out his cell device. It sent a message text. The said message: "Thomas believes our lies." Mario lean on the button to send. On the other side INE telephones, a message text was received. "Excellent." The said Edward with a mouse. The Edouard had a project.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
What in the heck?
The signs on Aggro on my weblog internet newspaper and describes a story on Mister Mario to be in a vast world universe epic world-wide problem? I do not like this kind of thing. Mister Mario has a project! A project to shit on the legion. You hold well foreign legion. You are at soon ready for a time of storm of the fuck.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
The Birth Of Kings?
Hello! My name is the Aggro. Please read this story before Mister Mario signs onto the web journal internet diary! To enjoy!
The pain was the problem world wide. In the stomach and in the prime hot and powerful, yet sensitive to the underside of the stomach, the world of problem was brewing. The seed had Mario as nature intended. Two major son should be born. Two powerful leaders. The Mario was to give the sperm the woman for the creation of kings. There was a problem though. One night, when Mario was sleeping after a gallon of wine, a generous heap ziti and links hot Italian sausage cooked, the woman walked. She wanders into the part of Mozzarella, the half brother of Mario delays. Grand idiot. No brains. Clumsy. The mozzarella has taken the skin without sweat shirt and was sitting in the formatting. The woman wanted the man. The woman took Mozzarella. The seed of mozzarella mixed with the seed of Mario but the woman could not say Mario. Rather silent. Fast forward nine months. Mario waited delivery of her proteges. The woman shook and pushed hard. Two babies have been bounced. "Alex was good," said Mario. The woman fainted. "Good morning son, I have a project" Mario has added to his half-son. "Good morning Father" replied the Thomas and Edward. If Mario ever knew the truth? The general madness in the world wide landscape or perhaps universal.
The pain was the problem world wide. In the stomach and in the prime hot and powerful, yet sensitive to the underside of the stomach, the world of problem was brewing. The seed had Mario as nature intended. Two major son should be born. Two powerful leaders. The Mario was to give the sperm the woman for the creation of kings. There was a problem though. One night, when Mario was sleeping after a gallon of wine, a generous heap ziti and links hot Italian sausage cooked, the woman walked. She wanders into the part of Mozzarella, the half brother of Mario delays. Grand idiot. No brains. Clumsy. The mozzarella has taken the skin without sweat shirt and was sitting in the formatting. The woman wanted the man. The woman took Mozzarella. The seed of mozzarella mixed with the seed of Mario but the woman could not say Mario. Rather silent. Fast forward nine months. Mario waited delivery of her proteges. The woman shook and pushed hard. Two babies have been bounced. "Alex was good," said Mario. The woman fainted. "Good morning son, I have a project" Mario has added to his half-son. "Good morning Father" replied the Thomas and Edward. If Mario ever knew the truth? The general madness in the world wide landscape or perhaps universal.
The Storm
A new Story!! Please to enjoy.
The Edward quietly slipped throughout the gigantic bathroom of Mister Mario that it had used for his spying. It looked at around the angle in the room. It saw the Aggro, the magnificent beast, nude range on the ground. The wild animal indiscreetly snored. It seemed tired, as if it had just been the exercise. The sought Edouard Mario. There was not any sign of him, Mario disappeared. The Edouard looked at his watch to the wrist, it had three hours to finish his project, or well the entire world was in a universe problem gigantic. It crawled in silence to the table of night of Mario. It took an important piece of meat a covered bullet of sauce for pasta that was located on the table. It opens the drawer. It was there. "The secrets of Mario Rigatoni: An intimate newspaper of a fanatical person." The Edward collected it. It had done it! The Mario was at him! The Edward began writing a message text to his better friend and lover. "Hello Thomas! I found the intimate newspaper of Mario! We will know soon all its -. "A soaked rag of wine in sleep incentive was put on the mouth of the Edward. The RAG took place in the gigantic clog of a bull. The message text was never sent. "Sleeps, simple Edward." Toro Parmesana murmured with a mouse goes of his hairy ear to his other ear.
The Edouard awakened, the dizziness and shaky. "Where am I?" The simple boy says as it began crying noisily. "You are in a world-wide problem, it is there that you are." A too familiar voice says with laugh of the devil. The Edouard had been betrayed by his better friend and the honor boy. The world? The world was about to to be stifled by a fuck storm.
The Edward quietly slipped throughout the gigantic bathroom of Mister Mario that it had used for his spying. It looked at around the angle in the room. It saw the Aggro, the magnificent beast, nude range on the ground. The wild animal indiscreetly snored. It seemed tired, as if it had just been the exercise. The sought Edouard Mario. There was not any sign of him, Mario disappeared. The Edouard looked at his watch to the wrist, it had three hours to finish his project, or well the entire world was in a universe problem gigantic. It crawled in silence to the table of night of Mario. It took an important piece of meat a covered bullet of sauce for pasta that was located on the table. It opens the drawer. It was there. "The secrets of Mario Rigatoni: An intimate newspaper of a fanatical person." The Edward collected it. It had done it! The Mario was at him! The Edward began writing a message text to his better friend and lover. "Hello Thomas! I found the intimate newspaper of Mario! We will know soon all its -. "A soaked rag of wine in sleep incentive was put on the mouth of the Edward. The RAG took place in the gigantic clog of a bull. The message text was never sent. "Sleeps, simple Edward." Toro Parmesana murmured with a mouse goes of his hairy ear to his other ear.
The Edouard awakened, the dizziness and shaky. "Where am I?" The simple boy says as it began crying noisily. "You are in a world-wide problem, it is there that you are." A too familiar voice says with laugh of the devil. The Edouard had been betrayed by his better friend and the honor boy. The world? The world was about to to be stifled by a fuck storm.
Monday, May 17, 2010
The Last Meeting of the Day
In honor of talking no myself on this internet diary web internets journal for quite some time, I will present you with another story of my past! It is called: The Last Meeting of the Day!
You to please enjoy!
The Last Meeting of the Day
The Demon Mario was occupied since the day beginning until the end day. Since the time, the sly character to become the Devil (while killing the old devils by Mario Rigatoni Death Start Red Wine), it collected a lot of souls. It mustered thirty-two souls in this only day. It was exhausted! It was time for a glass of wine. And certain of the pasta and pellets of meat.
Mario to go on foot to his alcohol office. There were a lot of bottles of wine Death Inducing. Mario giggled to himself. It would not be to drink wine, tonight, provoking the death. "Fashilo! Where is my Mario Rigatoni: At the beginning of Wine happiness?" Fashilo slipped in the room with a bottle on the back. Fashilo seemed concerned. It seems frightened and it seemed anxious. The hideous monster seahorse, speak. "Mario, do you drink wine before the most important and most crucial one of collection of the soul of the day? Apppointment Your last one is in expectation in the entry lobby!"
Mario had forgotten. His more important meeting. It had a last soul to collect. Mario thrust a meat ball in a sauce marinara and took a mouthful. "To send in my last appointment." Mario said with a mouth a lot of meat bullet.
His last appointment floated in the room. It inclined himself to bow. "I want to sell my soul to you, master." It said. Mario does not seem surprise. "I know, my brother. I will take your soul. Soul Taken." Mario had the soul of God.
The world? The world was in a problem world.
You to please enjoy!
The Last Meeting of the Day
The Demon Mario was occupied since the day beginning until the end day. Since the time, the sly character to become the Devil (while killing the old devils by Mario Rigatoni Death Start Red Wine), it collected a lot of souls. It mustered thirty-two souls in this only day. It was exhausted! It was time for a glass of wine. And certain of the pasta and pellets of meat.
Mario to go on foot to his alcohol office. There were a lot of bottles of wine Death Inducing. Mario giggled to himself. It would not be to drink wine, tonight, provoking the death. "Fashilo! Where is my Mario Rigatoni: At the beginning of Wine happiness?" Fashilo slipped in the room with a bottle on the back. Fashilo seemed concerned. It seems frightened and it seemed anxious. The hideous monster seahorse, speak. "Mario, do you drink wine before the most important and most crucial one of collection of the soul of the day? Apppointment Your last one is in expectation in the entry lobby!"
Mario had forgotten. His more important meeting. It had a last soul to collect. Mario thrust a meat ball in a sauce marinara and took a mouthful. "To send in my last appointment." Mario said with a mouth a lot of meat bullet.
His last appointment floated in the room. It inclined himself to bow. "I want to sell my soul to you, master." It said. Mario does not seem surprise. "I know, my brother. I will take your soul. Soul Taken." Mario had the soul of God.
The world? The world was in a problem world.
A Message Intercepted: I have a project
Hello My Thomas!
Shh. I must be quiet while I write this. I am hidden in the house of Mister of Mario doctor crazy. I am spying on him and his well-loved one "alligator or crocodile or any something else is that, the King Aggro, so that I can know what his guiding plan. You did not talk about him do you have? No, no, you not done definitley that! You are my better friend and lover! I heard the two wild men writes a letter in the other piece (I hide myself in the bathtub for the bath). It seems that they wrote a letter to their "better friend and the lover" together. This is all that I could hear. Do you know that they could have composed a letter to? I am sure that you have no idea. Me Silly. I will keep spying, my love, and will do report to you which I can understand. The two of them are very drunk, but stopped speaking, and all that I hear suckles noises coming from the room. I wonder what they do? It seems that if someone is nurse of the point of a popsicle. I will investigate. Wish me good luck friend old. And you recall, if you hear Mario, please to make known it for me.
What to the exterior one more,
The Edouard
Shh. I must be quiet while I write this. I am hidden in the house of Mister of Mario doctor crazy. I am spying on him and his well-loved one "alligator or crocodile or any something else is that, the King Aggro, so that I can know what his guiding plan. You did not talk about him do you have? No, no, you not done definitley that! You are my better friend and lover! I heard the two wild men writes a letter in the other piece (I hide myself in the bathtub for the bath). It seems that they wrote a letter to their "better friend and the lover" together. This is all that I could hear. Do you know that they could have composed a letter to? I am sure that you have no idea. Me Silly. I will keep spying, my love, and will do report to you which I can understand. The two of them are very drunk, but stopped speaking, and all that I hear suckles noises coming from the room. I wonder what they do? It seems that if someone is nurse of the point of a popsicle. I will investigate. Wish me good luck friend old. And you recall, if you hear Mario, please to make known it for me.
What to the exterior one more,
The Edouard
Bonjour Thomas!
Hello Thomas,
THIS is me, your better friend of the world and the universe and the planet Earth, Mister of Mario! How do you feel today? I lacked you. I tried of my better to remain in phase with my newspaper on Internet of thing internet newspaper than I write on a daily basis, but I was very occupied with the project among the projects! Oh, what do you say big king Aggro? You want to say hello? Good, leave me to help you with the pencil.
Hello Thomas! This is me, the kind big of the world, and the south of France, the Aggro! I have just finished the cooking of Mister the Doctor Mario a voucher breakfast, and now I write you to say you hello, with this tiny pencil in my big clumsy hands. It is equally difficult to see what I write you because my vision is fuzzy. I am drunk as fuck. Mario done of me an "awakening" cocktail and the boy oh houseboy that did me great state of inebriation. And sexual great. When are you to return to the house?
Aggro! This is enough. Sorry Thomas, it feels a very sexual these days. It spoils his Thomas. As I said it, we must unite ourselves to one another to finish our project. The Edouard? It is in a vast world problem of the big tragedy and universe of despair.
Please write me.
I like you.
Mario
PS: Aggro likes you too.
THIS is me, your better friend of the world and the universe and the planet Earth, Mister of Mario! How do you feel today? I lacked you. I tried of my better to remain in phase with my newspaper on Internet of thing internet newspaper than I write on a daily basis, but I was very occupied with the project among the projects! Oh, what do you say big king Aggro? You want to say hello? Good, leave me to help you with the pencil.
Hello Thomas! This is me, the kind big of the world, and the south of France, the Aggro! I have just finished the cooking of Mister the Doctor Mario a voucher breakfast, and now I write you to say you hello, with this tiny pencil in my big clumsy hands. It is equally difficult to see what I write you because my vision is fuzzy. I am drunk as fuck. Mario done of me an "awakening" cocktail and the boy oh houseboy that did me great state of inebriation. And sexual great. When are you to return to the house?
Aggro! This is enough. Sorry Thomas, it feels a very sexual these days. It spoils his Thomas. As I said it, we must unite ourselves to one another to finish our project. The Edouard? It is in a vast world problem of the big tragedy and universe of despair.
Please write me.
I like you.
Mario
PS: Aggro likes you too.
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