Group Effort
- Staff Writer
- Nov 14, 2017
- 1 min read
Full Staff
November 14, 2017
Volume II, Issue II
One of these men is dying of pneumonia. I’m a piece, sweet? Strings hang from my beautiful, dark, tragic, subconscience. He posthumously gives women Pulitzer Prizes for their work in extreme rapping. Despite their notorious wigs, their lightning speed-weaving impressed lots of Vietnamese dignitaries and prostitutes. Furthermore, wicked Bud-Lite chugging contests were exceptional. However, Mythbusters™ continued to pollinate many insidious modern families. Yet, Vietnamese pillows have surprisingly been stellar, notwithstanding ancient curses. Every time Rocky stocks ammunition, he gets shockingly high. Moreover, prostitutes despise eating like Steve Jobs. Additionally, my grandmother always wanted Greenday to sing at the opera. Powerpoint serves a functionally explicit purpose inside spiritual bathhouses. Hardly any perverts like Uncle Bill they don’t like smelly macroeconomists. Blacksmith Joe blew Uncle Bill’s birthday surprise: the wee lad. His dialect evoked Genesis. Regardless, my protozoan toe aches for bisexual pilgrims on Thanksgiving. Happy Holidays from 202!

(Pictured above: Blacksmith Joe)
This article was written by alternating word by word between the staff writers, one of whom was listening to music.
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