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Why must the Monkey subject poor Timmy to the horrors of his variegated fluids? The gods themselves, they do not know.
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Mrs. Benson sighed and tried to avert her gaze. Of course it had been wrong of young Nancy to drink all that cider, but she still didn't understand why the headmaster insisted on punishing every sort of schoolgirl misdemeanour by exposing himself to the miscreant until they apologised. Nancy was so stubborn: it had been four hours now.
Having failed to find Nancy a respectable job, her father declared that a career in shoe - polishing wasn't all bad...
"And that," said Mr. Throttle to the two keen lesbians, "that is how you fuck a girl silly."
"Surprise, Barbara! You said you wanted to mount Mickey Rooney, so we had him mounted by the best taxidermist in town!"
"But... I didn't mean... oh, you girls!"
The friends awaited Elizabeth's verdict on their cooking experiment with baited breath. "That is the most fucking amayyyzing hash cake I've ever tasted", she giggled. "Anyone got any chocolate?"
"Everyone stared in amazement as they realized Alison wasn't lying when she said that newsprint made her horny as hell"
"That crate of Aftershock was for the Golf Club Ball," Arthur shouted, "now where is it?" With a superhuman effort, Wendy swapped her stupour for sparkling wit and repartee. "Up my minge," she rasped.
Silly Sally! You need your legs akimbo for your vaginal rejuvenation surgery! Spread 'em! If need be, I can employ the jaws of life... the choice is yours.
Mary was the first the feel the effects of the Rohypnol, pretty soon the other two would be unconcious. Then Peter's devious plan would come to fruition. He had waited for this day to come and soon he would be able draw comedy moustaches on those snooty bitches.
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