Violence to Gonads
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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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"In honour of your birthday, Elisabeth, let me offer you this small, yet heartfelt, token of my affection."
"It looks divine, Catherine. Pray tell, what is it?"
"An enlarged scale model of my pudenda, for which you have always expressed the deepest admiration."
"Indeed I have, and with the most profound sincerity. And now you must enlighten me: how did you manage to endow it with that realistic odor?"
"Do you really want to know, Catherine?"
"Um, no, now that you mention it. No."
Whoa, second to last line should be "Do you really want to know, Elisabeth?"
Proofread, then post. Proofread, then post. Proofread, then post ...
...but maybe she really does want to "know" Elizabeth.
"I clearly ordered "Fans, Dancing For, Exotic Stylee" "
"But we ain't got so much. It's still a goer. We'll be on after the comic, and before Banjo Jimmy and His Acrobatic Rodent."
"sniff my fan, Bitch." snarled Constance.
Eleanor sighed. It was bad enough encountering a lesbian with an attitude problem, but one with learning difficulties and dyslexia too??!!??
- "Smell that!"
- "O God Jayne, you're getting worse! I thought it was sick becoming a vegetarian, but now you've started using props!"
And yet another poor soul falls victim to the goatse-fan.
"You must try one of these tampon lollipops. They are simply divine."
"Dammit, Dixie! I know you need this to cool off your firecrotch, but don't hog it! I need it to scrape skin flakes off of grannys crumbling bosoms!"
Dixie was momentarily surprised at having the fan snatched from her hands with such alacrity. But that was quickly replaced by the thoughts of what they could do with their genetic experiments once they finally had some more of grannys DNA. The overlords would be pleased.
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