Three word game

on their bicycles

 

in my pants

 

of ultimate destiny

 

to save the

 

eyebrows of justice

 

from MOAR FLEAS

 

wich are the

 

antithesis to hair

 

and furry kuribohs

 

then Master Chief

 

teabagged the dead

 

and stuck them

 

onto his Batmobile

 

and the Joker

 

pointed and laughed giggled

 

and told a

 

never-ending sentence structure

 

at corrs small

 

gay bar which

 

was owned by

(Fuck, I still lose.)