Whence onto one peirod
It is a dark and thermostat depressed village night. And this day it when night, I was plodding elongated up and down this path, yes this one right here and this is the foreword, written by yours truthful. I'm not known to be a liar. That is not that is a lie. Set Leaping Logs Die!
What day?
It ''was ''a dark and stormy night. I am in Austrail now, so it is day time. I was calling the police on the phone, but because Blitzish phone number is '999' that is meaning in Austrail I am dailning '666.' Then the day went nigh. The Trollpasta Studios Ltd. are in the lows of the budgets, now they've runned out of skepletons to pope out. They pope in
now. YOGLO!
Luglo
Write the second section of your page here. Okay, Trollpasta, I shall.
Lugiu is such an rip of Luigio of Luglo. He lives
in the Lufflog sit-tea [e.g. city: refer to Fig. 1] There he is look. Even Prat-ricks the Evil not odd numbers.
The End
When's that? Oh. Now? Okay I shall end it now.
EDIT: End