Overview
The story of Mark.
This is the story of Mark.
Long-long time ago in Ghana, was man with big pointy stick. Man called Sticky by peasant peebles. One day Sticky find other stick with inscription — but actually trick trock, was oliphaunt. That teach strange horse-duck to eat a new leaf in the opposite building, yes>>?! All for a sharing in the box!
In the Middle Kingdom there are no dongers that can save the baby Gordonn from the Jordanese pirates as they are the heirs of timmy the lameass and his halel booty finders. But in timmy’s world, he does not realize the power of Bach’s well-tempered Klavier. In timmy;s world there is no room for second class Ghana people: if there was they would need another Reichstag to make a wrongstag and then put the slavs in there in order to add an e and complete the bowel triathalon which is necessary for making a show of force at the LGBT junta held in Syria and Tel Aviv every year in commemoration of the day the Mexicans learned what a revolver could do to a pound of Narwhal gut if applied using the Mormon power of JIM Gum and ♥♥♥♥♥ shoe polish, especially in the presence of werewolves that eat people for a small loan of forty million shekels.
Such is life in Moscow and Jerusalem. Is good name because of much famine that cause hippy offices to become camps for Palestinian refugees that make Germonies sad of their white guilty and Currywurst. No bootms to be raised, no fastness to be saved, only a grim reminder that we lived in fear of the Sanic and his head was towards us in magic gummy crab maker fisting of dog sled horse staple battery funds. Haha, what of story Mark! v=U06jlgpMtQs.
