remmers
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The Horror of the Himalayas
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Mar 14 02:56 UTC 1993 |
The tall, brave, handsome, intrepid, bearded mountainclimber
lifted his head and stared up at the magnificent, snow-covered,
formidable, ancient, challenging peak. "What a monumental,
all-consuming, unique project for a tall, brave, handsome,
bearded mountainclimber such as myself," he thought. The
orange, round, life-giving sun was setting in the west, it
was time for refreshing, invigorating, renewing rest to
prepare for the exciting, incalculable, formidable,
unrelenting challenge of the morrow. He entered his
warm, cozy, inviting, sturdy tent to prepare for a night
of blissful, refreshing, health-giving, renewing sleep.
Soon was the brave, plucky mountainclimber adrift in
slumberland, his mind awash with vague, spooky, gossamer,
enigmatic dreams. Thus was he blissfully unaware when the
hairy, oderiferous, inauspicious, gargantuan, abominable
snow monster crept up to his tent on stealthy, pointed,
cloven feet and hovered for a time about the entrance
of the sturdy, canvas, well-insulated tent. After a time
the monstrous, powerful, menacing beast crept away as
silently as he had come, knowing that he would without
doubt encounter the tempting, delicious, succulent
mountainclimber on the slopes the next day.
That same night, in bustling, never-sleeping, smog-laden
London, the brave, handsome, bearded mountainclimber's
sweet, young, beautiful, charming true love lay awake in
her lacy, sumptuous, tastefully furnished boudoir, tossing
and turning in her soft, pillow-laden, four-poster bed.
She tossed and turned, unable to achieve sweet, blissful
renewing sleep, worried as she was about the fortunes of
her brave, bearded, handsome, absent lover. With
sudden, gut-wrenching abruptness their came a heavy,
ominous knock at the door, and the sound of clear, fragile,
expensive window glass breaking.
Could it be that the earth-shaking, ground-breaking pioneering
research of the old, feeble, wizened, white-haired scholar in
Prague would, through an incredible, far-fetched, never-in-a-
blue-moon twist of fate, save the separated, star-crossed
lovers from their sad, hapless, ignominious fates?
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