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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.
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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Beyonce's nail extensions were getting downright perverse. But no-one dared say so...
"Are you sure that that's what Sister Michael meant when she asked the sixth-form to show the world just how deep a Convent girl could be?"
...And this Toblerone to the first girl who can successfully pass the oral exam.
"I love it when a plan comes together" said Hannibal, taking a puff of his giant cigar. "Good work on these schoolgirl disguises, Face."
"I'm not, Face. That's Face. Fool."
"Fetch!"
"Hey eyeless Ethel. How many rulers am I holding up?"
Holding "The Book of the Secrets of the Sisterhood", Elsbeth was "Knighted"
...and for the record, she isn't measuring from the top end of the ruler.
First off, that's a map of the Irish Sea, not of the world.
Second:
"Well, class, it looks like Miss Emily has manged to establish a new Saint John's Preperatory School for Young Ladies deep-throat record!"
"Black men girls!!! Oh my fucking god!!! Black men !!!!"
After several abortive attempts, Agnes had finally successfully stopped time with her warping device.
"At last! Now they'll regret every time they called me speccy-foureyes.
And as for you Geraldine, - queen bitch, your rectum is about to find out how amusing that ruler actually is."
The initiations rites to The Sisterhood of Interminable Rectum Trauma were never pleasant, but they all knew what they were getting into. All except Blind Meredith anyway; she got lost on the way to her computer, no doubt to have more erotic Bleach slashfic read to her by the built-in speech synthesizer.
In a way, this was karma.
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