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:iconstrychenine:
I had a dream last night, and Mortimer was in it, and this lady that looked like a cross between Deanna McCarthy and that Russian lady from Indiana Jones was it it, and she wanted to marry him, so he was running away and hiding amongst groups of people from all these different countries/ time periods, and she was walking past saying "The wedding, the wedding, the wedding".
And then Mortimer walked into this place that turned out to be Mexico and a goose was flying around and a scorpion jumped up and attacked it, and the scorpion had a saw on th end of it's stinger-tail thing, and it sawed the gooses up and ate it, and Mortimer was like Ï didn't know there were geese in Mexico."
And then he walked onto this cobblestone bridge, and that lady found him and said "Mortimer, you must tell me your true feelings."
And Mortimer said "I would be a coward if I didn't."
And then this speech bubble appeared over his head, and everyone started reading it, cause there were all these old- England style people there, but I didn't get to read it cause I woke up.

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These are the cries of the carrots,
the cries of the carrots.
You see, reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day
and to them it is the holocaust."
:iconel-quirky:
EW DEANNA.

you should see her these days. or rather, you shouldnt. its sickening beyond belief.

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Knock the world right off its feet and straight onto its head.
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:iconstrychenine:
I had to get this of my chest. It seemed important.

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These are the cries of the carrots,
the cries of the carrots.
You see, reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day
and to them it is the holocaust."
:iconstrychenine:
Also, the scorpion only ate half of the goose.

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These are the cries of the carrots,
the cries of the carrots.
You see, reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day
and to them it is the holocaust."
:iconcommandingpresence:
Yay!!!! I can also declare! Like that bison wearing a man!
:iconstrychenine:
freaking hell its a moose cant you tell the god-damn difference between a god-damn bison and a god-damn moose?
omfg i am dissapointed and embarrassed for you get a life you moose hater

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These are the cries of the carrots,
the cries of the carrots.
You see, reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day
and to them it is the holocaust."
:iconstrychenine:
I drew a picture for you.
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Because I know you love that kind of thing.

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These are the cries of the carrots,
the cries of the carrots.
You see, reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day
and to them it is the holocaust."
:iconstrychenine:
His antlers are made of leaves.

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These are the cries of the carrots,
the cries of the carrots.
You see, reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day
and to them it is the holocaust."
:iconstrychenine:
Also that man/ladies legs are actually doomsday devices

--
These are the cries of the carrots,
the cries of the carrots.
You see, reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day
and to them it is the holocaust."
:iconcommandingpresence:
no ummthingk, i will never bow to your iron-clad law of WATCHING!

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