Before the Mods descend upon me with the Wrath of Cecil…
This is the story that all us Dopers wrote here (with proper editing) before Cajun Man shut down the thread:
One enigmatic man’s dream denefestrated all reality. In time, barnacles adhered snugly under Wilbur’s buttocks. Suddenly His locomotive exploded, raining fiery poop upon chumpettes of robotic origin. Every virgin, Uzbekistan. Native tries crack at least for the chance to become a baronness.
No, you infidel, burn in Tomato-land until such events spiral out of any semblance to… huh? Floccinaucinihilipilification was normal, however Algeria wasn’t. Despite manipulations by third-world pirates and their doppelgangers, the diamond cartel demanded exclusive rights to publish Hunter’s zombie disposal techniques. Inexplicably, sandcrabs have bioluminescent cup-holders.
These events dismayed Bennifer, whose allies remonstrated with Peru haters armed with very smelly ventricles. Moreover, squids devoured all the creamy ooze-filled cupcakes hastily. Unsated, they whacked moles repeatedly with decisive and sharp adjudications until postpadding couldn’t amuse even the Perfect Master, humping endlessly. For all of eternity…
I think Regallag the Axe said it best: