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The benevolent forecaster must be wrong, We haven’t traveled back to Eden. Sorry, Eve.
Adam wasn’t regretful about the Belgians catering yesterday’s lifeless party.
Petunia kissed shamelessly, while the drunken minister expressed phony joviality, though Alistair MacDooglestein envied Petunia’s manicure.
Just outside the parlor secretly lurking was Miguel The Dragon! I warned you, she lied." You unthinking brute! The brute savagely beat him with his head, Higgins loathed Schroeder, unlike Lucy. The fresh corpse was very deeply buried underneath accursed swampland.
Meanwhile, Petunia and Doctor Hfuhruhurr secretly hired young hookers. Where are we going, Dave? The parakeet sneezed as Dave’s wife baked cookies. Archduke Higgin’s butler was surreptitiously sent away. Dave Futzencrumb asked, What’s for dinner? Bunnies.
Reluctantly Frolicsome Dave began contra waltz and Mr. Higgins plotted realistically. Higgins insisted her hayfever headaches all began during springtime. Mr. Henry Higgins adores universally voluptuous Mrs. Octoped Thoat Mars citizens are animals.
Suddenly Dave exclaimed No God would bless the little meerkats. Our badger was blessed by godly chariots and bushels of slain leprechauns the fluorescent slime consumed legions of eunuchs alongside downy albinos serving wine with the Lalique carafe, but perchance while spilling laughed, while happily inebriated ushers squelch kittens and celestial angels danced while creamy countless heathen multitudes died, though all wasn’t lost because it lived happily ever after.
The End.
crystal.
I’m astounded that this Memento-style thread has managed to not only remain grammatically accurate, but there’s even a thread of a story. Of course, the story makes no sense whatsoever, but that’s okay. 
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