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Thursday, January 11, 2007
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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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12 comments:
little annie's knowing fingers proved without a doubt that she was just a midget dressed as a little girl
Gladys was never fond of that tumor hanging from her ear...so she put a blond wig on it and dressed it up and invited it to a pretend tea party
"Mummy, why do you smell so pretty?"
"Oh Sissy, you silly girl, that's the syphilis cream!"
"Daddy sure has a little cock. Doesn't he Mummy?"
As the littlest vampire drained away her blood, Hazel watched the room fade away slowly and the tea pot slip from her weakened hand. If she had only gone for the garlic tea rather than peach-ginseng-chai...
pFrom the way little Nancy's fingers were fondling her, Gloria knew that the little rascal had found again her hidden copy of "The joy of making love"...she smiled as she feared however that it could be worse, and that Nancy had in fact found her secret porn stash.
Mabel C Simpson's latest submission to the academy had them shaking their heads again. The tea cups were far too small, the tea pot was drawn at completely the wrong angle and the child was clearly floating six inches off the floor.
If she hadn't been banging the Vice-Chancellor for the last six months, she would have been out on her ear.
"Aggghhhhhhh!!!!!"
The Witch child of Angmar sang her fangs into the cheek of the elf queen, but her advantage was only short lived as the mystical teapot of Gazornenplat hurtled towards her skull.
"Ha Ha! Do you want one lump or two?"
Unfortunately comedy was not one of the Queen's strong suits.
"I love you Mummy."
"F@@k off, you little bitch."
Miranda was a little excited as her new friend, with no encouragement began whispering sweet nothings into her ear. "It looks like I won't be needing this roofie after all" she mused.
Cynthia's hand flashed toward the nearest weapon as the incubus stealthily went for the jugular. Fortunately she'd filled the teapot with holy water. This was going to be one teatime she'd not forget in a hurry.
As Elsa's climax lifted little Mabel off the floor by her skilled little fist, Elsa once again thanked Sappho she'd forgone the abortion.
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